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Walking Trees?
Socratea exorrhiza, the walking palm or cashapona, is a palm native to rainforests in tropical Central and South America. It can grow to 25 meters in height, with a stem diameter of up to 16 cm,[1] but is more typically 15–30 m tall and 12 cm in diameter.[2] It has unusual stilt roots, the function of which has been debated. Many species of epiphyte have been found growing on the palms. The palm is pollinated by beetles, and various organisms eat its seeds or seedlings.
John H. Bodley suggested in 1980 that they in fact allow the palm to "walk" away from the point of germination if another tree falls on the seedling and knocks it over. If such an event occurs then the palm produces new vertical stilt roots and can then right itself, the original roots rotting away.[
How the stilt roots were proposed to allow it to right itself after other plants collapse on it. 1 - the palm is growing normally. 2 - a tree collapses onto the palm and flattens the stem. 3 - new stilt roots form along the old stem and the original roots (dashed lines) start to die. 4 - the palm continues to grow normally but has now moved away from where it originally germinated[3]
(This is a repeat from Day 2244, September 2918, 2054 days ago? Kinda funny?)
Today I was sitting on the patio, at the house on the hill.
80 degrees in Anaheim Hills with a gentle breeze.
No noise, no tv, just the sound of random cars passing down
the hill, or once in a while a jet passing on it's way to LAX.
Both Grand-dogs were nearby.
Puppy Zo had just finished doing wheelies around the yard.
She does that indoors too, around the large ottoman or
big ones outside when her energy level is on tilt.
I've tried to figure out how to harness some of that energy
and absorb it, but so far no luck.
Laker, age 7, is satisfied watching Zoey's antics and
rarely shows his athleticism.
Zoey was laying on the couch by me, when all of a sudden,
Laker tore off full speed, like a bat out of "you know",
and Zoey and I both looked to see what made him fly by.
Laker had seen a squirrel who dared to touch the wall
of the enclosed yard. The poor squirrel saw a jet propelled boxer
coming at him and levitated to the top of the wall post!
Then he magically ran across the skinny iron poles,
like a four-legged tight-rope walker, it was amazing to see.
At one point where the poles are about three feet from the
two story pine tree,
he jumped to the tree and ran up about15 feet, where
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he stopped, turned around and I think he told off Laker in his
squeaky squirrel language. Laker lunged at the challenge and
the squirrel disappeared into the heights of the huge tree.
Haven't seen him since. Laker has checked the tree several times.
All of this happened in less than a minute.
And I had wondered what today's blog would be?
Just when I thought this story was finished, we three
heard the now familiar squeaky challenge.
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I think he had told his friends up in the tree, sold tickets
& said watch this!
So perched on the branch, he challenged Laker.
Whenever Laker tired of the show, he got louder.
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Then he came down maybe 15 feet from the ground and
swished his long tail up and around ... driving Laker
and the squirrel chaser-in-training nuts!
Have you ever heard a squirrel talk smack?
A squeaky, sarcastic, staccato with tail flourishes!
Laker barked, Zo kinda barked.
Even a dog from down the hill barked in support.
Laker is at the wall as I write.
Zoey, not so much.
Just because ...
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Sunday's Smiles ...
2 comments:
I love three element collages. Simply composed but strong. :-)
Thanks, John! It's lovely to hear from you.
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