On Friday, February 19th, I was wading up to my knees in the main current downstream of the dam at Oxford Mills, counting Mudpuppies. The count was 140 that night – 20 shy of our record! I was training the big spotlight on the pinkly glowing sinuous shapes of giant feathery-gilled salamanders when I was startled by a phalanx of large, ghostly grey, linear shapes moving upstream toward me.
26 December 2009 4×6 inches oil on canvas
Such short days we have, and especially when they’re cloudy! My Birthday December 26 has been darkly overcast with freezing rain. We drove out to “The 18 & 20 Bridge” a few minutes from home, to see whether the familiar Maple swamp offered an interesting composition for a quick painting, Read the rest of this entry »
I have just finished the third dorsal view of this ubiquitous slug introduced from Europe, Deroceras reticulatum, the milky-slimed muncher in every garden, variable in colour and fast moving. You can see the flat spot in the rear portion of its mantle, where the vestigial shell sits, internally. The finger-print wrinkles are slighter just over this bit of shell that reminds us that slugs are relatives of snails. It has two characteristics that make it easy to tell apart from its native cousin D. laeve. D. reticulatum has a large pale area surrounding its pneumostome, or breathing hole, and when the animal is touched, it exudes exceedingly sticky white mucous which is hard to get off your hands, and can cause dermatitis in the slug collector.
The lateral view and first dorsal view were painted from a 45mm individual collected by Judy Courteau, from under an Elm tree near Dunville, Ontario, on 23 September. The second dorsal view was collected by Fred, from under the “Novisuccinia board” here in Bishops Mills, field number 2008/279/db, and the third dorsal view (the pale one) was collected by Judy in the spring, from a greenhouse in Smiths Falls.
is native, a feisty little slug. It moves even faster than D. reticulatum, having a very narrow foot on which it practically runs about, sometimes chasing other slugs and biting their tails. It is more or less dark brown with chestnut mottling, especially on the mantle, which is boldly wrinkled – but from above and without magnification, it appears black. When disturbed, it exudes a clear mucous which seems to fill in all the wrinkles and make its body appear smooth and shiny. The pneumostome is not as noticeably pale as it is in D. reticulatum. The individual I painted here is 28mm from head to tail, and was collected by Judy Courteau on 17 September at Highway 90, east of Angus, Ontario.
is a tiny native slug of forests east of the prairies. On close inspection it is unmistakeable, having a smooth (very slightly wrinkled) gray mantle covering its entire body, from head to tail. The eye stalks are darker, and the front of the foot, near the mouth, is rusty coloured. This individual, 12mm from head to tail, was bluish-gray when it was taken into captivity at Little Cove on the Bruce Penninsula, by Matt Keevil. For the first week it did not stray from the little piece of moss that it had been collected with, avoiding the scrap of Romaine lettuce that is the fare of all of our captive slugs. But after a week or so it began to eat the lettuce, and by the time I got around to painting it, its body colour had changed from blue gray to more of an olive gray. I made a compromise and painted it somewhere in between.
is another small slug, delicate, yellowish with tints of blue, a yellow foot, faint lateral stripes, and black eye stalks which give it the classy aspect of a siamese cat. Along with the other Arion slugs, it is an European immigrant. The few individuals that we caught on our trip in August of this year (at least two localities) are the first slugs of this species recorded in Ontario outside of greenhouses. They may have been “naturalized” for decades, but being easily overlooked, and since the landscape was not crawling with malacologists, they were not reported until we discovered them. Robert sent me one from British Columbia (where they live along the coast) earlier in the summer, but it must have either perished or been eaten by one of the larger slugs, because I searched through its box in vain. I was very happy to have this one to paint, 25 mm in length, and collected near the Durham Conservation Centre, West Grey, Grey County, Ontario. As I painted its portrait, I delighted in its unique aspect and charming habits – one of which was to curl up like a cat, head to tail, to have a nap. When disturbed, it assumed a classic Arion hump-shape, which I have also painted here.
This slug we suspected is Arion hortensis because of its orange foot, placement of lateral stripes, and dark colour. Robert decided that it is Arion distinctus, in the A. hortensis species group. It is 40 mm long, which is the maximum length of the species, according to the European Land Snails book. It was collected by Judy Courteau from a greenhouse on River Road in Ottawa, another European introduction. Like Arion intermedius, it also curls up like a cat, head-to-tail, to sleep between meals. It hollowed out the yellow snap bean, favours the green ones less well, but avoids Romaine lettuce, which is a favorite of most of our molluscan guests.
from Coburg, Ontario, is 50mm long from tiny dark head to the tail at the end of its exceedingly extensible body. When it was crawling fast, it just got longer and thinner like an earthworm, at least 15mm longer than the position in which I have portrayed it. The yellow tint below its lateral lines is a diagnostic feature, as is the pale yellow foot.
The Giant Garden Slug, Limax maximus, has charmed me again. I haven’t seen one since I was four years old, in Seattle, Washington. The subtle colours, the handsome spots and stripes, the graceful reaching, tentative progress, delicate cool touch – I’ve been enthralled and delighted all over again as I turned the scrap of dampened board this way and that to orient the creature according to my painting as it crawls, like the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland…. faster and faster just to stay in the same place. This individual was collected along with a young one, in a tangled copse of mixed woods in a town on Georgian Bay named Dyers Bay on the Bruce Penninsula, Ontario, in August of this year. This marvelous mollusc is about 12 centimetres fully extended, and I think it is not quite full grown!
Prophysaon andersonii, one of the tail-dropping slugs from British Columbia. 50mm head to tail. You can see the change in texture , diagonally, about a quarter of the way forward from the tip of the tail. I didn’t challenge it to drop its tail, for obvious reasons.
The interesting thing about the personality of this slug was its liking for doubling back on itself – turning and crawling alongside its body.
Another BC slug, Arion subfuscus . 35mm head to tail. This species likes to curl into a circle to rest, head to tail-tip, which gives me the impression of a child sucking its thumb. Arion slugs seem dense and muscular, and their tails have a ribbed texture.
This massive black Arion slug is now called Arion rufus after the reddish colour phase. But I prefer the old name, Arion ater, which I believe means “black”. Totally awesome, this beast! The first one I ever saw in the wild was in a roadside bed of tall Horsetail on Vancouver Island. I shouted excitedly to Fred that I’d found a “black licorice slug”. The individual that I have painted here is an adult, 150 mm long. Actually, the meaning of Arion is “horse”. This is one hefty horse of a slug!
I feel so privileged to paint these animals from life – to get to know the personality of each individual, and enjoy discovering the differences between species. Physical differences, and differences in behaviour. They actually get used to being observed by me as I set them on a damp stick which I hold in my left hand as I draw and paint with my right. Shy at first, they spend some time hunched up with their heads tucked under the front edges of their mantles, but eventually each one decides to move.
The black Arion does a very strange thing, which reminds me more than a little of a rabbit tucking its head under to receive and re-ingest the special soft fecal pellet that is part of good rabbit nutrition. Periodically this slug attended to its hinder end – eating the clear mucous that accumulated at the opening of its tail-tip mucous gland. Then it returned to its usual business, which in this case was slowly and deliberately searching for a way off the stick. It holds its breathing hole, the pneumostome, very wide open, and I could see the ivory, cottony-textured flesh inside as it took tiny puff-breaths which made the centre of its mantle rise and fall a little about once a second.
Slugs do not defecate from their tail-ends. They extrude long green strings of gut contents from beneath the front flap of the mantle, right next to the pneumostome – which I seem to remember being held closed during the process.
Now here is the “red” phase of Arion rufus, an immature individual, about 55 mm long. Very cute, don’t you think? I like the black “siamese” face. What a challenge, to paint in transparent watercolour, the gray body beneath the golden tubercular skin!
After three windy mornings of sitting with my oil paints and canvas on an old licheny tree fort platform, I feel that I’ve been given a vision of the world of this ancient Burr Oak. Older than Manotick, the rural village that is aptly called “Jewel on the Rideau”, this Oak has leafed out each spring for over two hundred years, in the wind that blows free over woods and fields south west of the village. The view that it shared with me here is planned to be filled in a very short time with the roofs of houses.
This old Burr Oak, forest-edge fort for generations of children and witness of the history of Manotick is slated for destruction along with three other ancient Oaks and groves of venerable Hickorys and Basswoods.
In respect for the history they have participated in and the biodiversity they help to maintain, these trees must continue to live, with their home intact and enough of the field to give them breathing space. A natural treasure for present and future residents of Manotick.
For more information on Manotick’s battle to save the rural character of their village, see
http://www.ourmanotick.ca/
I have finally finished up my poem, conceived in bits while painting high up on the tree fort platform in the old Burr Oak:
The Burr Oak’s Story
Is two hundred years old if you’re a tree?
Is there enough respect for the elder
To make us pause and consider
In our headlong rush to develop the younger?
Venerable Oak,
The Springtails in the soil about your roots
(and in the hedgerows that bound the field
that has been here for perhaps a hundred years)
- the Springtails
Are each short lived
But of ancient lineage.
Ancient tree,
This is our community.
They call it Biodiversity,
Praising it with words,
Pledging allegiance, then turning around
To pay their friends to pave it over
(you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours, and together
we’ll lose our heritage)
The platform of boards is lichened,
The bark of your broad limbs is scuffed by generations
Of tree climbers
Finding lofty solitude, leafy refuge,
A place to share secrets
Sandwiches
Songs
Listen to songs of birds and frogs
In the woods around,
Peek out between high branches
To watch the seasons change as the wind
Blows clean across the field… is it hay this year
Or corn?
I the Painter
Share with those generations of tree climbers a sense
Of the life beneath your rugged bark and wonder
About communities,
How long it takes to develop balance and trust.
A tree will grow where it can find roothold
In a space among its neighbours,
But if too much ground is broken
Too fast,
Without respect for stability
Of community,
Then balance is lost.
Everything changes
In ways that the bulldozer
Can’t predict or imagine.
Elder of Oaks, teach us
As we face global uncertainties
To check our balance,
Listen to the rustle of your leaves,
Feel history in your bark, and
Tread with respect over the intertwined roots
That give this community its character
Its intertwined relationships
Of historic diversity.
A. Karstad
4 June 2008
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Another slug painting, this one I expected to be difficult, as it is deliberately indistinct in pattern – obviously trying to look like a bird dropping, decomposing fungus, or some other bit of organic muck. Philomycus is a forest slug, and there are other species, but in the east we have only togatus.
I found this one resting in the shadow of a well-rotted, mossy branch of White Birch on the forested southeast facing slope just above a newly gravelled laneway leading into a recently surveyed potential cottage lot. Fred is checking a block of four surveyed lots for the presence of Black Rat Snakes on the shore of Big Rideau Narrows, across from Murphys Point Provincial Park, and I accompanied him on his first visit to the site.
The ground was dry, as it has been unseasonably warm and sunny for early May – and I was surprised to find the slug so exposed. It was lying full length but with eye stalks retracted, and when I touched it to see whether it could be roused into activity, it curled itself into a semicircle and lay there inert, looking ever so much like a bird dropping. Its foot is pinkish and its mantle completely covers its body. I spent some time photographing it like that, waiting for it to relax and become active, but it was determinedly shy, so I collected some moss, cedar litter, and a curl of birch bark into a container, transferred the slug, and carried it home, without asking its leave.
It spent a week in the fridge, moving about on and under the moss, and nibbling on a slice of commercial mushroom. I finally got it out to paint, yesterday, and found it not as shy as I’d expected. It crawled all over the curl of birch bark as I held it in my left hand, drawing and painting with my right. When I had to leave my painting I set the bark down in a puddle of water in a glass dish, and covered it with a smaller glass dish.
I noticed that as the slug extends its body to its full 45mm length, the tip of its tail, a smooth grey nub with a midline slit, protrudes from under the posterior end of the mantle. Observed from the side, the pale pinkinsh foot is visible beneath the mantle edge, and it has tiny dots of orange, presumably pores for mucous, which is said to be orange. The eye stalks are stubby and dark blueish gray, becoming black at the tips, and the small, “taster” tentacles by its mouth point downward rather than forward. The mantle is brown, speckled with black (darker near the head), and has two lateral stripes of dark brown, streaked and flecked with black. The texture of the mantle is swirled like fingerprints at the head, and more longitudinally ridged farther back, becoming finer-textured toward the tail. When touched, all mantle texture disappears as the surface is flooded with a clear slime which makes the creature impossible to pick up.
I spent most of the day working with my live Philomycus togatus, first photographing it as it crawled on the bark, then measuring it and drawing it in pencil, then colouring the pencil drawing in watercolour. The highlights of the mantle texture were difficult to portray as distinctly as I would have liked – on such a busily but indistinctly-patterned surface.
Judy collected 15 slugs from beneath flower pots in a Richmond greenhouse on 19 February, for me to paint for the book “Identifying Introduced Land Snails and Slugs in Canada, With a Guide to Native Genera”. I’ve been keeping them in a clear plastic salad box with damp paper towel, crushed eggshell, and romaine lettuce, calling them “my little pigs” for the way they devour the lettuce, turning the heavy-veined leaves into soggy lace, and then lying packed together in clusters like miniature piglets, sleeping it off.
They have also been laying eggs, which you can see glowing like a mass of pearls through their translucent sides – most visible on the right hand side. There are paler and darker individuals. The darker ones appear to be more mottled, and the paler ones show the characteristic “watery tail”. The slime is clear and the breathing hole, or pneumostome, has a pale rim. The best character for identification of this rather nondescript looking slug is the “lyre-shaped” marking on the mantle. We have two immatures, with a pair of very striking pinstripes going down their backs from the rear margin of the mantle to the tail tip.
The individual I have painted is mature, and full of eggs. It is 45mm from head to tail. The smaller dorsal view shows the back pattern of the same animal. Lehmania valentiana used to be called Limax valentiana. It is native to south-western Europe and lives in greenhouses all over the world – a successful “little pig”, and probably highly appropriate for my first watercolour of this project.
April 7, 17:30
Fred called us down the road a little way to a discovery he’d just made while checking for the big banded Cepaea land snails that hibernate at the edge of the ditch across from the Pentecostal church.
He wrote in his journal:
I decided to pull up the grass along the metre of the bank where we’d found the most last year, but I only turned up a few dead shells along most of the metre. But when I got to a little notch in the shore where I’d found some dead shells last year, there were a lot of dead shells, and as I pulled them out and felt further in, there were yet more shells. By the time I’d pretty well come to the end of two 30cm burrows, about 6cm diameter, and a big central chamber, about 10cm diameter and packed full of shells, and a central burrow about 40 cm into the bank, I had about 2 litres of shells, with a few living snails admixed. All were Cepaea nemoralis.
This certainly looks like the accumulated shells left by a predator — but which one and how does it get the snails out of the shell without breaking the shell? Blarina Shrews? Starnose Moles? Is this most of the population along here eaten up, so that there won’t be many this summer? Is the mortality somehow the result of the soil’s being unfrozen all
winter? There are certainly a lot of small mammal burrows being revealed as the winter-long heavy snow melts.
3 April 2008
Highway 2, 1.9 km. west-southwest of Maitland, Grenville county, Ontario.
The birds are back in force, but the landscape is still in the grip of winter. the ground is locked beneath snow which is still knee-deep in places.
Nonetheless, there is motion evereywhere we look, and sound to accompany it. Robins, standing tall, patrol their boundaries, Starlings pop in and out of the eaves, performing their sliding whistle, Grackles fill treetops, screeching, Geese travel in phalanxes overhead, honking back and forth, and Kildeer fly up suddenly from the roadsides. road traffic is a mortal danger to birds distracted by spring.
This lovely female Robin had collided with a car. We had passed her but Fred ran back. Looking into her still brown eye, I knew I had to further postpone my slug watercolours to paint her portrait on a journal page.






























