Firstfruits
After about a 2-day steam north, we arrived last night in
the port of Longyearbyen, Svalbard. When we first arrived, we were unable to
dock for a few minutes because reportedly two SCUBA divers were underwater near
the dock. Can anybody guess who the divers might have been? Yep, that’s right –
it was Peter and Daniel, and they were picking up my settlement plates from the
Longyearbyen city pier. They had apparently waited until the very last minute
to complete the dive and were just finishing as we pulled in, even though the
ship was 6 hours late. I wanted so badly to roll my eyes at their incredible
procrastination, but to be honest, I have no right to complain. The settlement
plates got to the ship in time. No
harm; no foul. Furthermore, Daniel and Peter are helping me out on a volunteer
basis, even though they have their own projects to worry about. I owe those
guys so much beer.
When the dive leader handed me the plates, he warned me not
to get my hopes up. “We thought about just leaving them there,” he said, “I’m
not sure there’s anything on them.” I held up a settlement plate to the light.
Sure, they look completely uninhabited to the untrained eye. Most people would
conclude that my experiment had utterly failed, but if you look closely enough,
you would notice hundreds of tiny spots on the plexiglass. I might not have
seen them, either, if they hadn’t interrupted the flow of water down the
vertically-suspended plate. Tiny spots. That means life.
One of the spirorbids on my settlement plates. |
I was elated to get my settlement plates back – and then to
have successful recruitment! I think an important lesson to take away from
these firstfruits of my data is that there is
recruitment of benthic invertebrates happening during the polar night, at least
at one location. Previous work by another group of scientists showed the same
thing. You know, we often think of winter as a time when everything shuts down,
the weather is cold, there’s not a lot of food, and basically life comes to a
screeching halt. But even in the coldest part of the world, in 24-hour
darkness, there is new life taking hold, metamorphosing, and recruiting to my
settlement plates.
What an optimistic metaphor!
:-)
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