Futbol and murdered fish

Beach. Uruguay. Of course.

Beach. Uruguay. Fisherman catches fish too small. Doesn’t think, “I’ll throw them back, so they can get bigger.” No, leaves them to die and rot on the sand.

Shifting currents

Pimelodus albicans Valenciennes, 1840 (common name “moncholo” or “bagre blanco”) is an endemic species of the family Pimelodidae in the Río de la Plata basin.

We live in a zone of shifting salt and fresh water. From time to time, fish are caught out of their element and end up dead on the beach. In this case, relatively few, but there have been a couple of times when the beach is carpeted with dead fish, their eyes pecked out by the birds. After three days, unless they’ve somehow washed away, you don’t want to go anywhere near the beach.

Dog walk today

In ten years of documenting Dead Things on the Beach, I have never seen a mouse.

The Lord is far from the wicked: but he heareth the prayer of the righteous.

Mysterious dead bunny

In the past few years of walking dogs almost daily — six to eight of them — they have only caught (and of course killed) three rabbits, two of them young and obviously inexperienced. One of those little ones was just a few days ago. And we have seen many, many chases, some spectacular, some almost farcical. We’re always happy when the rabbits get away.

But what killed this little one today, no idea. We always know when there’s a chase, because the dogs yelp. Not a sound today, and no blood. Both baby rabbits the dogs caught previously were quickly torn to pieces.

So, another little mystery.