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Tuesday, September 22, 2026
Sirenians: Manatee's Discerning Pallette
Monday, September 21, 2026
Snorkeling with Manatees: Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
In August, I had a bucket list item. It was more a strong pull towards something. It happened to be a giant sea potato. I am a Celt, Magyar, and Irish among other things. Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes.
Let me go ahead and get the information that the Manatee is a threatened species under the U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service. The manatee is not considered endangered but are protected under the federal Endangered Species Act and the Marine Mammal Protection Act. You are not suppose to touch them. No touchy-touchy!
I do feel like our current Potus is trying to destroy all things good in life with whoever these poison Wormwood advisors are. Lets move on.
Conservation groups are trying to return them to endangered status. When you watch videos of boaters not paying attention, that run the manatees over, and how the water substrate manatees live in is being polluted up, it makes one wonder what is going on in people's heads.
The rate at which hunters and outdoor sport people are radicalizing me is epic. I am going to make this one about the manatee habitat.
So we begin this new tale of the underwater meadow in the bay.
Would not be an adventure if there wasn't some foreshadowing and a dire warning. Lewis and Clark are up in heaven saying, "Everyone has to die sometime."
My progeny tells me, "Don't go in the Florida water."I say, "I am going in the Florida water."
My progeny says, "but there are brain eating amoebas."
I took what he said into consideration and decided that adventurers of old probably went into the Florida waters and ate the bear meat, which got them killed. Upward and onward.
I booked a room right on the Florida water and went about securing a boat out to the center of the location where the year round population of manatees made their home.
I am going to tell you now that I took a person that is afraid of dogs, horses, and a boulder shaped potato. He couldn't swim either. The guide was told this because I was gonna need help with him. Difficulty level now went up to a 8.5 on the scale. I wasn't sure if this was going to end well, or with me being embarrassed.
Weather is important in planning your excursion. You need to know when the tide is, if there is going to be lightning or rain, and what the temperature of the water is. The area we were in is King's Bay in Florida. It is 600-acres at the headwaters of Crystal River. Of course, in the 1950-80s there was a re-imagining of the shoreline around the area that had an impact on its natural attributes at the time. As humans go, there always has to be a re-imagining. UGH! I read there was a substantial agricultural and urban land use conversion that contributed to nitrate entering the springshed and there was mystery invasive aquatic vegetation introduced in the 1960s. That is the lore in short.
The King's Bay, a fresh spring waterway, is a first-magnitude spring system that feeds seventy individual limestone springs and pumps out hundreds of millions of gallons of water daily from a Florida Aquifer. It stays at a constant temperature of 72 degrees year-round. The King's Bay connects to Crystal River. Crystal River flows into the Gulf of Mexico, or is it the Gulf of America. I am not going to learn new land mass names or water routes so for me its the Gulf of Mexico. Adios mio!
This makes the area tidally influenced and slightly brackish in the outer sections. These springs act as the largest natural warm-water refuge for wintering West Indian manatees.
The first guide we booked rained us out and wasn't trying to work around the weather. The next day, we secured another guide that worked around the weather for a three hour private guided tour. We went down to the meet site and drove over to where the captain is docked. We got aboard and cruised around the waterway. We cruised into the area of Hunter's Spring Park. There is a lot of people in the water and the amount of congestion from the water vehicles and toys looked like chaos. The water was clear and you could see the fish.
The guide pointed out that the manatees were not in this area due to the amount of people but in one area there is a metal grate that has eelgrass growing in it. She said the manatees loved this grass and eventually used the weight of their bodies to bend and get under it to get to the grass. The submerged grass she mentioned is eelgrass (Vallisneria americana) but it is called tapegrass or wild celery.
We cruise over to the middle of the bay where the captain docked and we started to offload. My friend, who is 5'8" in a scuba suit, gets off and stands in the water. Reality sets in and he realizes that he is up to his chest in water standing with with a pool noodle. He can't see into the water because it has been disturbed so it is not clear. I am coming down the ladder and he decides he wants to go up the ladder. Much like Gandalf, my behind is letting him know he can not pass. I knew he was going to do that. The captain seen him making his move and distracted him to walk off toward the guide by letting him know he is standing in the water and not dying. It was long enough for me to get in. I begin to drive him toward the guide.
For someone who had never snorkeled before, once he got away from the boat, started using the snorkel and tube then put his face in the water, he was okay. He is one of these people that never got the chance to let his brain grow from worldly interaction. He has come a long way. It is about experiencing life.
We got out there snorkeling around and my mask wasn't fitting. It is leaking water into my nose area. I had to go back to the boat and get another one before I swallowed the Florida water. I didn't want to accepted the alien amoeba inside of me. I wondered if I was going to get a flesh-eating disease in my lungs.
I get my mask changed out. The group has moved along following the manatees. I am swimming around. I decided to do as the giant potatoes do; sit still on top of the water. I am pretty sure I looked like a bloated dead body out there waiting for the next CSI episode to happen. It wasn't long before my ears could hear the chomp, chomp, chomp of the boulder that had now come to rest underneath me. At this point, I was channeling alligator energy.
We know not to touch them. It was amazing floating over it, watching and listening. One of them had a baby with her.
That chomping sound is like a loud earworm. I am thinking that is me at a Hotpot buffet eating octopus. Chomp, chomp, chomp.
Let us insert the science.
I am over a bed of eelgrass, which is long and ribbon like with green leaves and can grow up to six foot long. This area looked like an underwater meadow due to the denseness of the plants. The sediment it grows on is soft and mushy but not completely without solidity. This grass is considered a foundational species. The manatee is considered an indicator and keystone species in the aquatic ecosystem.
What is a foundational species?
A foundation species is a dominant organism that shapes, defines, and structures the bay by creating habitats and modulating the availability of resources. The role eelgrass plays is in stabilizing the sediment, improving the water clarity, producing oxygen, and sequestering carbon. If you have ever had a fish tank, it provides for food and nursery habitats for waterway creatures.
This eelgrass is actively modifying the environment by acting as an ecosystem engineer by constructing shelter, food, and safety from bad weather and predators.
If you think about water, there is movement and flow brought on by underwater currents and airflow above that shuttles energy and nutrients around a given area.
Given this knowledge, one can understand what would happen in the reverse of this situation. One of the problems with a reverse is it can cause the eelgrass to die. This die-off causes the manatee to starve if there is not another food source available. Manatees do migrate but not all.
Water quality can be poor due to these factors:
- Nutrient pollution
- Eutrophication
- Increased turbidity
- Chemical toxins
These scenarios cause a murky, toxic condition where sunlight is not able to get to the plant and the plant suffocates then dies.
Poor water quality can bring excess nitrogen and phosphorus from fertilizers or sewage. High nutrient levels that trigger microalgae blooms, phytoplankton, and epiphytic algae contribute to poor water quality. This can cause light starvation. The murky water and thick layers of algae on top can block out the sunlight obstructing photosynthesis for plants to grow. Increased turbidity suspends the sediment and dense algae makes the water cloudy and dark. Heavy metals, pesticides, and oil build up in the local sediment and water can contribute to poor water quality from chemical toxins. These toxins can be absorbed by the eelgrass and make it fragile and prone to disease.
As the eelgrass dies, it stops trapping sediment. This release of dirt goes back into the water and makes the area even worse for future growth.
What has been going on with the restoration of eelgrass (Vallisneria americana) in the great state of Florida 2026?
There have been several previous locations that have planted large amounts of eelgrass over a substantial acreage of shoreline. These are East Lake Tohopekaliga, Crystal River, Weeki Wachee River, and Indian River Lagoon. Specialized teams clear nuisance algae, plant new eelgrass, and install protective steel mesh cages over plants to revive springs and feed the manatees. The amount ranges around 150 cages per acre. The cages are cleaned monthly to allow sunlight to reach the plant. These cages stay in place for twelve months then they are removed. The process is simple: remove, replant, and maintain.
For 2026 restoration projects, spearheaded by the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) with conservation partners Conservation Florida and Sea & Shoreline, are restoring these areas:
East Lake Toho
Installation of 250,000 native eelgrass plants across 50 acres of the Northshore, funded by a $2.6 million state legislative appropriation administered through the FWC.
Lake George
41 fenced enclosures overing over 155 acres with an additional 1 million eelgrass plants installed. There is a subsequent St. Johns River eelgrass revegetation solicitation closing in Oct 2026.
Lake Poinsett
This site is used by researchers to test 864 experimental plots to determine the most effective plant sizing and densities for long term statewide propagation.
In closing, when you consider all the ways in which weather, human habitation, and the shifting landscape cause damage to core habitats, it is great to know that there are plans being executed to rebuild and help the natural world flourish.
What about the manatee's role in this as an indicator and a keystone species? What about that lazy spud?
~Courtesy of the AOFH~
Friday, September 18, 2026
Developmental Waste: They are still here!
Remember this: Never build more structures than you need or will use.
Every so often I will walk to the local park. There sometimes I will find a covered picnic area occupied by several older black men that come to sit and shoot the breeze. Okay, they gossip. About drunks, dysfunctional families, accidents, and any other thing that runs down a grapevine. Yes, Angelia gets an education on everyone's business: even my dad's.
Who is out at the club? Who is cheating in the woods? It's a buffet of useless information unless I plan to blackmail someone.
One little old black man that has got to be 80 yrs old rides his Schwinn in middle of the day heat with a chicken sandwich from the local eatery. He doesn't have teeth but must have been in the war. He yells what he is saying so you have to listen close. The other is a 56 yr old man who has a car like a teenager and diamonds in both his ears. The last is an old married man that drives a truck carrying the mail. He looks like a Afro-American Colonel Sanders moved up from Cajun country with a serious southern accent. Nicest people you could ever meet. Someone still needs to come get their Unc.
Truth be told. I don't remember their names. Shame on me. I can remember a lot but not short term sometimes.
The mail driver was sitting out in the heat, so I decided to stop by and say hi while drinking a coke. We got to talking about waste or maybe I should call it development.
By development, I mean any area that was once wildlife habitat that someone bought then slapped a concrete building on it and mowed down all the green followed by a parking lot. I include subdivions, abandoned golf courses, and any other thing just 'sitting there on the landscape' racking up back taxes. You'll know it. It is screaming eyesore.
There is an old elementary school right there. My son told me they closed it because of black mold. I told the Mail driver that the building had been there when my dad went to high school. Now they wanted $165,000 for it. He told me by the time they brought it up to code the monetary figure would be well up there. I told him you could drive anywhere and there is land with abandoned buildings on it; unused that could be converted back to untouched land. If the building is going to be unuseable it's better to tear it down. Let the forest take over or at least keep a good clean field. Either way, you'll be stuck with a moneypit or have to start over. Money in is money in. It's not coming back to you. That is not counting on whether you have to turn enough profit to make up for the loss you put into it just opening it. Businesses love it when they finally see it on paper that they have made a profit.
Abandoned buildings everywhere. Just taking up space and someone is paying the taxes on them.
It's like I've always heard. A house unused falls to rack and ruin.
We discussed the landfill and how New Jersey doesn't want to be responsible for their trash so they haul it down here and put it in our ground. No wonder the river is full of contaminated fish?
Development can be great but when you look at the long term of it, it's not. Businesses fail and then they do nothing with the property the building sits on. It's like dead space.
People are taking up more space everyday but people don't want to stop breeding. That means more area is put up for development while areas that have been developed just sit there like ghost towns. It doesn't make sense.
I see it online all the time. The government wants to make public areas available to sale to private owners so they can develop. No, we don't need another empty building in a year or two. Not to mention whatever waste or pollutant was left behind.
I wonder why something is not done with post-developed areas so other places that are untouched stay that way. It's like a hunter that can't be still in one area of forest while he hunts. He has got to move and move and move until he's screwed himself looking for a better spot.
I decided I needed to go home. I told the mail driver we as humans should be ashamed. There are insects that only have lifespans of 14 days. They travel a distance, lay eggs, the babies hatch and go the next distance. When they finally get to another country the generation that lives turns around then every generations after that makes it back to the original spot. Neverending biological ping pong. Some insects only have hours or a day to get everything they need to do finished. Here, we as humans, have been outdone by a mere fly.
Maybe people are just meatbags walking around like the empty buildings that no one occupies.
Written By: Angelia Y. Larrimore
Sylvia Plath: A Queen Bee's World
Remember this: The queen bee's world is one moment of terrible limited splendor circumscribed by sacrifice.
This morning I went out while it was cool. I picked up the top box which is a cardboard box with hole handles in it. I looked inside and spied on them. Not one of them attacked me. I looked down and there she was right in the middle with her back-end into the amber colored gel doing her business. I laughed, took a photo for a happy moment then covered them back up to eat, drink, and be merry. I figured I would just leave them alone and keep water close by. The waterer I used is a chick waterer with pea stones around the outside. I looked at the online versions but after peeling pears outside and having honey bees, wasps, and yellow jacks suck the juice off my hands, I decided it would be easier for them to land on rocks then suck up the water. You just don't want them to drown. These bees had also got between some tobacco barns. I put the box hives up on a table then covered them with an huge beach umbrella so they would not be in direct sunlight. I was jealous and wished someone would care for me like that. I love bugs.
Much like the queen; pregnant with offspring's ideas and these products being put in small circular cells for safekeeping until ready. Yet she is isolated between births as its a never-ending cycle of giving life while she slowly dies. Plath could have been trapped in her own attic while she held a key. She could be locked inside her own mind with the key within reach but yet stares off blankly into an unknown distance; still incarcerated by her own unwillingness to push open the lower door and walk out. This could be the problem with Plath.
“The controlling force of the poem is the shrewd queen bee, powerful in her very evasiveness. She proves her cleverness by refusing to show herself, whether to avoid a duel with the younger virgins or to escape some random fate from the villagers. To her, power is an attitude, a matter of perceiving life and death, the familiar and the terrible, simultaneously. She manipulates the visible from her vantage point of isolation. Physically, her fate is in others' hands. Mentally she remains untouched, undetected, her mind as well as her body “sealed in wax.” Likewise, the inducted speaker—exhausted from the tedium of ignorance, fear, and unanswered questions—chooses immobility. Despite her outward conformity, she remains “a gullible head untouched by their {the bees} animosity.” (Broe 100)
Enjoy.
http://strongverse.blogspot.com/2013/01/sylvia-plaths-bee-poems.html
Thursday, September 17, 2026
Leasing an Egg-laying Space.
Remember this: If it is not on paper in this day and age, a hand-shake will not cut it.
Don't worry, I did not forget about my jaunt into Jungian thought. Also, I am irritable becausemy yellow crock was pierced by a thorn from a Bartlett pear tree. The petty princess has been wounded.
My wee fingers are typing away trying to give birth to a hunting lease for the 2026-27 migratory fowl season. It would seem that for some reason the hunter wants to get that locked down so far in advance.
As I was hitting the keystrokes, I was reading over the indicated dates for the hunting seasonto fill in the would be blank spaces. I was taken aback. Why you ask? Well, it would appearthat this area this person wants to lease is at the duckpond compound.
I thought, these people are hunting right into egg-laying season. I see less and less migratoryfowl inland. After they navigate obstacles of hunters everywhere, when they finally do landthey have to tough it out, lay some eggs and hope they make it back to the nest. Jesus! the ducks are living in a wore torn pond. Lets just focus on the wood duck.
Current Day: Little did I know that when I started to write this that a mighty Asshat would appear just in time for deer hunting season.
~Courtesy of the AOFH~










