A century ago our present-day quarry pond was a dry and sterile industrial site on Halibut Point that produced stone blocks for the Rockport Granite Company.
The Babson Farm
Quarry |
Gerris sp., Water Strider |
Small creatures borne on the wind came to populate the pond.
Rheumatobates vegatus, a Water Strider devouring an aphid |
Some of them adapted to a simple habitat on the surface of the water.
Newborn dragonflies clinging to vegetation |
Wind and erosion aided further processes of siltation and seed dissemination that eventually supported plant growth on shallow-water shelves around the quarry rim.
Viola lanceolata - White Bog Violet |
The arrival of Cattails contributed to the formation of muddy soils where expanding varieties of plants could take hold.
Lythrum salicaria - Purple Loosestrife with cattails |
Its network of roots held a compost of minerals and humus that accelerated the density and diversity of an ecological community.
Common Grackle |
Increasing varieties of birds have taken advantage of the niche's food production.
Painted Turtle |
Some reptiles have crawled considerable distances on the chance of finding new habitat.
The beaver lodge |
A roaming solitary beaver added on to the foothold of habitable space at the quarry.
Minnows |
Somehow little fish have managed to establish here, devouring and being devoured in the chain of life.
Red-necked Grebe by the beaver lodge |
They sustained this diving fish-catcher during a late-winter stay when the ice melted on the quarry surface.
36-inch eel |
Perhaps the most remarkable immigrant story of all is that of the American Eel, born thousands of miles away in the Sargasso Sea, finding its way as a diminutive elver up a damp swale, through a seepage channel under the perimeter road, to grow into maturity in the cattail stand of the quarry pond.
Iris versicolor - Larger Blue Flag |
New biologic
forms of every description with the right adaptive qualities await the pathways
of fortune that will eventually allow them to pioneer their own opportunity in
this watery niche.
What a heartening story!--good counter to the other stories that entered my brain today. And a photograph of newborn dragonflies!
ReplyDeleteNice story with great detail
ReplyDeleteThe finding of niches is what comes to mind with these individual stories and then I think of the landscape and waterscape fitness for all these creatures. Thank you
ReplyDeleteIt goes to show that life will find a way even in the most ruined habitats as long as there is water and sunlight and seasons of warm and cold. Thank you so much, Martin, for the reminder.
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