The wagon train (last time in service=1976) left
the field station south for Darby Creek this morning loaded with all the
necessary supplies for an outing on the creek. Our nephew is visiting
us for the weekend; his first time a distance away from home, and we
wanted to do something that would be fun for him that we could also
tolerate (being the socialites that we are). We traversed an entire mile of the jungle like prairie trail filled with poison ivy, nettles, and snakes to the the edge of the lower Darby - 35 miles north of the Scioto River. We found a tadpole, a frog, toads, 12 species of fish (including a gar), 3
species of freshwater mussels and lots of dragonflies and darners (all of which were released back into the wild unharmed after viewing and discussing). Both
Daisy and James came home wet, muddy, and full of burrs and a good time was
had by all.
Off to the creek
The prairie trail.
James caught a toad.
Andrew and Mac use a seine to capture creek critters.
Mr. Crayfish-my what big pinchers you have.
Holding a freshwater mussel.
Darters, sunfish and gar - oh my!
Daisy taking a dip. She loves the water!
Soggy doggy