In honor of Halloween, this week’s Seaweed Sunday is focused on the
notorious Dead Man’s Fingers (Codium
fragile). A species of green algae in native to Monterey, it can also be found on rocky coasts
from Alaska to Baja and in the Sea of Japan.
This algae has become an invasive species in other
parts of the world, extending its range to many locations including Australia,
Europe, Antarctica, and the east coast of North America. Like a green, photosynthetic monster from a
horror movie, the Dead Man’s Fingers successfully invade other habitats by
growing in high densities—even in low-light conditions. By creating a dense, shaded area the Dead
Man’s Fingers can prevent native algal species from photosynthesizing, thus
eliminating any competition.
This algae has also been known to cause trouble for shellfish farmers. Dead Man’s
Fingers can grow on the shells of bivalves such as clams and mussels, increasing the drag on these animals.
Unfortunately, this also increases the chance that the shellfish will be
carried away from the farms by the current pulling at the Dead Man’s
Fingers. Shellfish farmers have named
Dead Man’s Fingers the “oyster thief” since the algae is known to carry away
their shelled animals.
Who knew an algae
could be so villainous? Fortunately for
us, the Dead Man’s Fingers is a native species to our coast; so not very
tricky, but a treat to have in our backyard.
BECAUSE OLIVER AND IS HAPPY WITH THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE FELICITY AND HE IS GOING TO PROPOSE THAT NIGHT EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS FAILED THIS OMELETTE BECAUSE HE LOVES HER SO DANG MUCH AND WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THIS SWEET MUNCHKIN CINNAMON ROLL.
Last week clean waves arrived on the English coast. If you woke up early enough you might catch a ride to yourself. I took this photo on one such wave. Busy lineups are hectic. Magic Seaweed- both a blessing and a curse.
When I was 3 I went to Florida with my mom and I kept findin clams in the sand and putting them in my pocket and naming them and I didn’t know they’d die I just thought they were my pet clams and after a few days my mom was like “Belinda why do you smell like a fish market” and I said “it’s my pet clams” and opened my suitcase to reveal 40+ dead clams
I bought a little waterproof camera. I took out surfing with me tucked up my wetty sleeve. Here’s a couple pics that I liked. Super early morning session last week. Back in smoky London now with a broken heart. Missing Mrs. Ocean and her watery charms.