Poor quality, but I found a trick trying to post this. It was taken on a phone and uploaded to Facebook, and Facebook won't allow you to export videos. So to hack this simply open the video in a new Facebook page and copy that URL. Paste it into a new window and change "www" to "m". This opens the video in their mobile site. Hit play and as the video is playing right click and save. It will download as an mp4 which can then be uploaded to Youtube. The quality isn't great because it's still in the camera's format.
I've hatched thousands of skate eggs (mermaid's purses) and this is only the second set of twins I've ever seen. As they grow the case won't have enough room and they will both die, so my plan is to cut them out of the case in a few months and grow them in a bowl of filtered seawater.
Today Star Trek turns 50, and I have to thank the franchise for providing what in the boy and my's case has been a great quarter century of father-son bonding material. For the long-timers who might remember Graham filling in for me here back in the day, today he turns 27.
Mole crabs are those little grey egg-shaped creatures you see at the beach when you dig in the sand at the water line. If dug up they disappear again in a second. I designed, and George brilliantly constructed, a habitat for these crabs that mimic the crashing waves on a beach. This exhibit opened today and is now my favorite out of all the displays at Biomes. Watch it in action below:
I have a new feature at Biomes where an adult with a birthday coming up can reserve a time to feed their favorite animal. I'm not charging anything extra for this. Here's our first visitor taking advantage of this by feeding Obi the octopus.
In 2006, Dubya did something useful by creating a 140,000 square mile marine sanctuary off the Hawaiian coast. Obama just increased it to well over a half-million square miles, creating the largest national monument in existence (and larger than all of our national parks combined). Hear how Papahānaumokuākea is pronounced.
Here's a reason to let your lawn grow, and towns shouldn't punish you for doing so. Years ago, when I was married, I had a house with seven acres of cleared land. I let all but 1/2 acre grow wild other than what a few sheep could mow down. The wildlife that turned out to enjoy the wild lawn was stunning, from bats and bluebirds to snakes and deer. I also refused to let the in-ground pool to clear up enough to swim in because chlorinating it would kill all the tadpoles that filled it. I ceded the water to the frogs and newts. In a way I miss those days, but living in the middle of nowhere gets old fast.