Wednesday, July 23, 2014

“I don't want to go to the field station” by Orion D.

“I don't want to go to the field station”, said the little boy “ I’m scared of the crabs and the people who work there. I would do anything not to go to the field station. I would clean the bathrooms forever. Well not forever but for a week. Pleeeeeease. I am also sooooooooooooooo tired and I need to do my summer reading”
“No. We will go. “Said the boys mother.
I do not feel good said the boy [joe-joe]
“I don't care. We are going”

So that was settled. The boy struggled though seeing crabs and the jr rangers. They went on a walk and picked up crabs at the marsh. Then they went to the beach and swam. The jr rangers were nice and funny and they told him all they knew about the property. In the end he got over his fear of crabs and became friends with the jr rangers and then he loved to go out. So they went out every week.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

What's Happening.


I convinced my nephew Ben to get up in time for the sunrise.


Orion and Clyde take Martha and Floyd along while they fly a kite.


Raymond takes his friend Davie and Leland on a nature walk.


The Monday crew this week.


Orion, Raymond, Leland, Holly, Clyde, and Molly.


Our newest Jr. Ranger, Leland T.

Trash Cleanup by Beck B.



Down Polpis road the rangers walked
With cleanup claws and TV talk.
To rid the brush and side of street 
Of plastic and trash for Len to eat.
From white plastic and butts from cigarette smoke
To tinfoil on which our birds will choke.
From Budweiser cans with liquor still in them 
To full soggy trash bags stuck in plant stems.
So nantucketers please, do us a favor 
And throw stuff out at home to save kids some labor.

The Field Station: From the Perspective of a Fiddler Crab by Holly T.





At 9:00 Molly and I arrived at the Field Station after I had a bumpy ride in her backpack. She unzipped me from her prison and I crawled onto her hand. First, Molly introduced me to everyone including Lenny and his nephew Ben. Everyone seemed happy to see me except for a girl in the back of the dusty garage. Lenny informed me that the girl’s name was Holly and she had an extreme phobia of crabs. Crabs, in her opinion were creepy to watch walk and they pinched everyone they saw.


I jumped out of the cushiony hand of Molly and I slowly crawled up to Holly without her realizing. I wanted her to know that she could trust me. I walked onto her toe, and when she went down to brush off whatever she felt on it, she screamed and jumped back, which made me fling back all the way to Molly again. When I finally got myself in an upright position again, I looked back to see Holly petrified and everyone laughing at her. Molly picked me up again and said; “Now that wasn't very nice to do, was it?” I wanted to say no but the only thing I could do was close my eyes once as an answer, you know since crabs can’t talk. Lenny stopped laughing and turned to Molly and said; “Why don’t you bring our guest to some of the cool plants we have so she can become a better Junior Ranger.” Molly answered back “Okay” and then we were off.


First, we went up the gravel and sand road to see some bushes and I hid in Molly’s hand like a bed because I kept getting attacked my deer flies and green heads. “Here,” Molly said stopping in front of a green leafed bush, “Is a bayberry bush, as you can see by it’s semi spiral leaves, which smell good, here’s one,” she said putting a leaf in front of me to smell. “And bayberry bushes like this grow berries which have a coating of wax. And if you get enough of these berries and put them in a pot over heat to take off the wax coating, you can use that wax to make candles, but one berry weighs less than a mosquito so you need a lot of berries to make a candle. It takes five pounds of berries to make one pound of wax.” Then, she went on to explain other plants to me like Saint John's wort and it’s medicinal uses, Bladderwort and how the seeds on it look like a bladder, Honeysuckle and the dog berries which grow on it in pairs of two, and so much more. Then, we headed to the beach.


Molly and I headed to a marshy area and she showed me things like sea lavender which is pretty rare and it dies if you step on it, pickleweed and how good it tastes, and then, I saw holes, tons and tons of them. Almost as if Molly could read my mind, she explained how there is a large colony of fiddler crabs, like me, that live in those holes, “There are about two million to be exact just in Nantucket,” I sat in her hand with my jaw dropped. I want to meet them all, I thought to myself, Molly might be mad at me, but who cares? I’m a fiddler crab! I pinched Molly’s hand making her drop me, and I scurried into one of the holes, and there in front of me was a male fiddler crab, as you could see from his one gigantic claw and behind him another. I felt more at home than anywhere I’d ever been. Going to the Field Station was the best decision I’d ever made.


THE END   

by Holly T.

Recipe For Crab Jelly - Nicholas M.

                 
                                                                             7-7-14
                                                                             Junior Rangers

Recipe For Crab Jelly

What you need:
·       Two dozen green crabs
·       Two Buckets
·       Rock or sledgehammer


Crab Jelly is a delicacy that is loved by all eels and the occasional Lenny. The recipe is very simple and can be made by anyone. Once you have gathered two dozen green crabs you must place them all in one of the buckets. Then take either your rock or hammer. And then you SMASH THE CRABS INTO A PULP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make sure to keep lots of the crunchy bits to give it a good texture. Then you use the second bucket to vomit into because you will definitely feel sick when you are done. Once you have finished the jelly you can feel free to do anything you want with it because everything is always better if you add crab jelly. It can be used as normal jelly, window cleaner, fuel, a light source, a mode of transportation, a knockout gas, or as shampoo.




This Recipe is in memory of the many crabs that died to bait an eel trap

My Story as a Seagull- Clyde K.




One day, I decided to live at the Field Station, and I already lived really close to it so it was very easy to get there. When I arrived, the first thing I saw was a buffet! Tons and tons of crabs waiting to be eaten! I could just hear them talking from my position. “Them traps are ready. Good thing. ‘e’s a comin’, I hear ‘um,” said a gruff voice. “W-w-we’re trying t-to make more holes”, said a scared voice. I could tell something was going on around here. I flew down and landed with a thud. “THEEEEGULLL! RUUUN!” a crab said. “No, you fools!” another one said rudely. “ATTACK!”. I swiftly bit a Fiddler Crab and tossed it, but ten more pinched me. “Yeow!”, I said. I looked around to see at least 200 Fiddler crabs, 20 of which riding Green Crabs, 5 Horseshoe crabs, 30 Blue crabs, and 10 Lady Crabs, all of which with snapping pinchers. At least it looks tasty, I figured. But, how would I handle them all?! They were closing in fast, faster than I could believe! Crabs grabbed my feet, disabling flight. Just then, a giant rope came around me! Would I survive? To be continued…  

Seagull Story part 2- Clyde K.


I, a seagull, struggling against a few crabs, normally would've been embarrassed, but, these crabs had me tied to a rock with a sharp rock on my neck. Also, they were putting a makeshift gag on my mouth when suddenly there was an earthquake! RUUUN! a dull voice sounded. AAAH, many crabs screamed and ran into underground houses. BOOM,BOOM,BOOM,BOOM went the giant thing. 

Panicking, I bit the ropes off and hid for my life! A tribe of multicolored monsters emerged! Hmm, that's funny, there are usually crabs here,one remarked. Huh, GEE Lenny, I thought you, like, KNEW crabs and stuff were here,a rude giant said. A few crabs peeked out of their holes, then yelled ATTACK! 

To be continued (again)

Leaving by Eliza D.

This is my last writing assignment  for the Field Station until next year. This year I leave Nantucket and the Field Station this Thursday; unlike most summers on Nantucket where I stay for much longer. I am leaving because I have a lacrosse tournament in Philadelphia and I have a month long camp in Wyoming. From Philly I leave to go to camp in Wyoming. At camp I do many fun activities like, archery, rivalry, arts and crafts, hiking in the Tetons, and horseback riding. This year is my second year going to Teton Valley Ranch Camp.  I love being at camp in Wyoming and can't wait to go again and see all the friends I made last year. One of my favorite aspects of camp is horseback riding and hiking. I am sad to leave Nantucket but I know I will return next year and visit the Field Station.