Field of Science

It's a Monday?

One of the stranger things about staying at this tropical field station is the timelessness of the place.  Days and dates just don't matter except to the outside world.  You begin adjusting to the natural rhythms of the rainforest because you must  sync your activities to those of the organisms you want to study.  Some of our students were off to the field early on; others will be working tonight; some will be doing experiments throughout the day.  TPP has a problem with his day:date disconnect anyways.  Yes, something is to happen on a certain date, but he's often unaware that the date is today.  This is the problem with operating on a M-F schedule with little regard for the date for over 30 years.  Now it's a long engrained habit.  But here in the rainforest all of that matters not at all.  Day of the week, the date?  Who knows or needs to know?  This is quite dangerous, and TPP must actually keep a diary, or check the date reminder on his own blog to figure out when things are happening.  Like leaving for home. Here's a neighbor who was unusually active this morning and having a breakfast of Cecropia (at the top) and Pentaclethra (the feathery mimosoid leaves).  This was a hard shot to get because of the bright back ground and the blinding speed of the animal (OK it was just the former).  This 3-toed sloth (it's head is at the bottom) is lucky because the day before a gust of wind (unusual) ushering in a short, heavy rainfall snapped off a couple of limbs from the neighboring tree.  TPP's colleague was lucky too because he was nearly clobbered by those limbs.  How fortunate; the university paper work for losing a colleague would have been awful.

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