Waters Again


Creek and Pool back in business

Logperch (Percina caprodes)

     Within the Creek upstream of the Pool, we sat on cool stones and watched as several logperch  fed along the sandy bed of the stream.  They turn the pieces of gravel, feeding on such small animals as rotifers and waterfleas.  The stone-turning behavior is one of the best ways to identify this species.   As they grow older, the logperch will feed on such things as leeches, fish eggs, snails, and insect larvae.  Like other darters, this non-schooling fish lives alone or in the presence of only a few others.  
      As for breeding, the female will lay eggs within the gravel bed after the male and her have briefly joined up.  But the fertilized and hatched young ones will be left to themselves.  One source sums up the family-values of the logperch: "Beyond laying and fertilizing eggs, logperch exhibit no parental investment.
     In the accompanying video below, we hear observers commenting on some nearby dragonflies' sex-life.  Below are comments regarding the sex-life of logperch: 

      "Spawning season: In Central Texas, mid-December or early January to mid-May (Hubbs 1985); average seasonal temperature in Central Texas at the time females are known to be ripe varies from 9-23 degrees C (Hubbs and Strawn 1963). Spawning habitat: Over sand or gravel-bottomed areas of streams or in sand shoal areas of lakes (Winn 1985a); brood hiders that release eggs just below the surface of the substrate; lithophils, rock and gravel spawners that do not guard their eggs (Simon 1999).

     Spawning behavior: In lakes, breeding males are non-territorial and weakly so in streams, defending only the immediate area around a female (referred to as moving territory; Ross 2001).  Male mounts female just prior to spawning, placing his pelvic fins in ahead of hers, bending his tail down alongside her tail. Both fish quiver, raising a cloud of sand as they partially bury themselves. During this time, eggs laid and fertilized. Exposed eggs are usually eaten by other males. On occasion, female may vibrate and partially bury herself before being mounted by male (Winn 1958a).
     Fecundity: Egg counts varies from 1,060-3,085 for mature females of sizes ranging 55-84 mm SL (ova count averaged about 2,000 in two-year-olds); however only 10-20 eggs are laid at each spawning. Larger females produce more eggs than do smaller females (Winn 1958a). Average diameter of mature, ovarian eggs is 1.31 mm; eggs colorless and transparent (Winn 1958b). Cooper (1978) recorded eggs, each with granular yolk, numerous small oil droplets, and one large oil droplet, that averaged 1.1-1.3 mm in diameter, and hatched in about 200 hours after fertilization at an average water temperature of 16.5 degrees C. Grizzle and Curd (1978) reported egg hatching occurring in 5-7 days at water temperatures of 21-23 degrees C."

     Their name Percina means “a small perch,” and caprodes is Greek for “resembling a pig,” in reference to the snout.





Focusing on the shale bed underlying the Creek.

Still focusing on the underlying bed of shale beneath a scene of dragonfly intimacy.

Dimple-shadows rhythmically passing over creek-stones.

Curved stream-ripples

Rain-Lily (Cooperia drummondii)
     The specimen of Cooperia above is probably drummondii rather than  pedunculata because of the season.  Pedunculata blooms in the spring and drummondii in September and October.  Additionally, pedunculata has a floral tube that is 1-1 1/2 inches long, and the floral tube of drummondii is 3-7 inches long.


June 2007 debris 
     Fluvial geomorphologists study how processes associated with rivers and streams change the shape of the earth.  So one of the things they study is debris.  I could do that.  In the photo above we see fairly large pieces of debris caught in a big tree on the lower south end of the property.  But it's not technically big enough to be called "large woody debris (LWB)."  There's actually a term for that (skeptics may be referred to the 2003 article in the journal Geomorphology, volume 51, pages 61-80 for an example). LWB must be at least 10cm in diameter, and our piece in the center of the photo is but half that.  But the piece does show interesting evidence of having been chewed on by nutria or beaver.

Diggings of armadillo or feral pig?
     The photo above shows evidence of either an armadillo taking advantage of moist and softened soil, or it's from a feral pig.  I haven't seen any of the pigs in this valley, but they are all over the southern part of the county, the other side of Hwy 71 and then just down RR 1431 about eight miles and then down along the Colorado along Shaffer Bend.  However, two mornings ago when we were driving our Ambulance back RR 1431 from Round Rock, I saw what looked like a dead hog on the side of the road just a few miles east of Marble Falls.  It's probably only a matter of time before the animals find this stretch of Creek and the little orchard up the bank.


We've looked at this sort of (acidic?) erosion on the limestone up among
 boulders on Whitman's Rough, but I can't get enough of the beautiful forms.

Harlin excogitating creekside.





Finally

     I really don't know what to say about four and a quarter inches of rain during a drought dry enough to stop a stream.  But when I opened the door of the pickup this afternoon, the sound of water on rocks changed all my plans for the rest of the day.

The muddy Pond

The water-gauge caught the full force if current and debris.
When these leaves were pushed aside, the water level was seen
to be exactly what it was the first day it was driven into pond-mud. 

At first I couldn't believe that debris six feet up in these sycamores
could possibly have been from this weekend's flood.

But it was.  Here we have fresh debris at head-level twenty feet from the streamside.
The level of the Creek must have been higher by close
 to ten feet or so.  Four and a quarter inches means ten feet or more.

The Pool is up.  What happened to fish remains to be seen.


A slow walk with Walter to inspect the wonderful  changes.





This is how my dried out brain interpreted the joyous
 site of a little water in a little canyon.