Thursday January 10th 2013
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.