The sight of snails still fascinates me because during our 7 years living in Tucson I never once saw a snail. I saw every other critter, but not snails. Since moving to Switzerland, I am always surprised when one crosses my path...or rather, I cross theirs.
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| Hoisting himself out of the storm drain. |
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| Crossing the dirt running path. |
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| And blazing a trail. |
Some snails hide in plain sight:
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| Can you see him? |
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| Peek-a-boo! |
Did you know, the speed of snails is around 0.5-0.8 inches per second? If they moved without stopping, it would take more than a week to complete 1 kilometer.
Today's poem is a limerick about a poor, poor snail:
A garden snail from Avondale
Took a trip -- an epic fail
Sailing on the sea
In a fit of glee
The snail was dinner for a whale.*
©2018, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.
*This version of this poem is thanks to Joy, poet extraordinaire,
for her expert feedback on my original limerick.
*This version of this poem is thanks to Joy, poet extraordinaire,
for her expert feedback on my original limerick.
4 comments:
Poor snail! We don't see many here in Colorado either, but when I did, I used to bring it into class for students to sketch! I love watching them! Happy s.l.o.w!
I've been thinking about the similarities between Switzerland and Colorado - it must be the elevation/mountains. What a great idea to have student's sketch the snails. You're so clever, Linda. =)
I probably should know more about snails since I live in SLO.
Hee-hee, good one, Helen! =)
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