Beachcombing Treasures

Beachcombing Finds from
Blenny Watcher beachcombing finds: Do you know what these are?

Update 2016 ~ I posted a correction to this blog back in October 2012, but I posted it in another blog post. Recently, someone contacted me for assistance in identifying something found on a beach and I realized I should have made that correction in this post, so here it is:

The “parrotfish beaks” below that I found on a previous trip to Bermuda are not from parrotfish at all – they are chiton shells. An alert reader corrected me. You can read about it in that October 2012 post, where I also posted a picture of a real parrotfish beak, taken in the Bermuda Museum.

August 2012 ~ Cleaning up my library curio shelf last week, I relived some favorite dive and shore excursions through the odd bits that I picked up: mantis shrimp claws, parrotfish beaks, tiny internal shells of an oceanic squid-like creature. I don’t know why I am compelled to collect these things but our travels afford me many opportunities to explore beaches, some on very remote and little visited islands in the tropics, and I can’t resist carrying home a treasure or two. So, I’m going a little off topic today on Blenny Watcher to share some of my favorite beachcombing finds.

Mantis claws
Spearer mantis shrimp molt and replace their claws

I found these mantis shrimp claws underwater, one in Indonesia and one in the Philippines. I won’t collect shells underwater because even an empty one might serve as a home for something like a small octopus or hermit crab, but things like mantis claws and marbles (I have found marbles in some surprising places) are fair game. Mantis shrimps (they are crustaceans but not really “shrimp”) are divided into two groups, spearers and smashers, depending upon their claws (mine are from spearers), which they use to spear or club their prey. I read that they molt and replace their claws every few months – that made me feel better about finding these in the rubble.

Beaks with & without parrotfish
Beaks, with and without the parrotfish

Parrotfishes get their family name because of their fused teeth that look like a parrot’s beak. Over the years I have found many broken pieces  but my biggest haul of intact “beaks” came from Bermuda. I’m not sure about the one in the bottom left of the photo – might be from a different fish.

Spirula spirula aka ram's horn shell
Internal shells, a.k.a. rams’ horns, from Spirula spirula

These small coils are the internal shells from a small squid-like creature, Spirula spirula. The shells are gas filled and chambered and have tiny pinholes that allow the animal to control its buoyancy. Sometimes called rams horn shells, they are fairly common on oceanic island beaches, but extremely fragile so they are difficult to transport home.

Opercula aka cat's eye shell
Opercula a.k.a., cat’s eyes

These dome-shaped “shells” are opercula of several species of gastropods (snails). Sort of like a boat hatch, they seal the opening of the shell, in this case to prevent a predator from accessing the soft body of the snail. I find these both underwater and on the beach. I think these are also commonly called cats eyes.

Kicha Island sea beans Anna DeLoach
Sea bean heaven on Kicha Island

Sea beans are my favorite finds. Sea bean is a catch-all name for various tropical drift seeds that wash down from forests and float on ocean currents until cast on the beach. I find too many to haul them all home these days so a photo usually suffices. I am going to save most of those photos for a post all their own, but one of my favorite beaches was Kicha Island in the Solomons. There were loads of sea beans but the most memorable part of that excursion were the lovely, melodious bird songs that drifted out of the trees as I picked my way down the shore.

Beachcombing: PIcking through the wrack
Happy Hunting!

One of my favorite beachcombing books is Flotsametrics and the Floating World by Curtis Ebbesmeyer and Eric Scigliano. In addition to being highly entertaining and informative, it gave some validation, at least in my mind, to my compulsion to spend hours sifting through the wrack.