Thursday, January 10, 2013

Carbonaceous


    Intermittent showers and maybe thunderstorms into the middle of next week.  It's a blessing of course.  Gives ground its chance to catch up with wet, feel the joy of swamp-ness, become one with life forms that swim. And it could happen that through the course of its passing this year will also decide to reach for a place in the record books, so it might stand up there on the dais, clutch its certificate, and flash a grateful smile back all those millions of years to the Era of Plants and Giant Insects, when my own, the tortoise and the  ancestor of the Mockingbird, first gave consideration to the devious possibility of hard shelled egg laying on dry land.   The Amniote egg it's called, and it's seen as one giant leap by whoever first produced one.


    And there may be some who will insist upon calling the Era of Plants and Giant Insects, The Carboniferous Era.  And they did this first in England because they saw those long ago years as the time when carbon was so abundant within our planet's atmosphere and plants so adept at capturing it that whole generations of being ended up as coal, because maybe there were fewer teeth to munch on them and fewer stomachs to digest them.   Back then our globe looked a little different, those of us who call dry land home, mostly all lived in Pangaea.  It was very humid and warmer, like Kentucky through the longer days, but three hundred million years ago there was less ice on the South Pole. Something like a Dragon Fly had thirty inches of wingspan, and in the sea all around us, there was a scorpion twice the size of me as I am now.


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