Seeing redds

                                                               I

                                                       smell

                                                 fresh fish,

                         awakening an ocean       of             bliss,                        seeing

        shimmering bodies flaying in cold water, black spots floating

o                        like           flies              air bubbles swirl with white       

            n                   on           wet            foam,             tail              fin kicks     

 s   k    i              wall         paper,        exposing        spawning      

                                               gravel,                    my          

   eyes resting on riffle crests, each            redd       born as its parent dies.                                   

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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1 Response to Seeing redds

  1. In case you were wondering, a redd is where a salmon deposits its eggs in the gravel. It’s like an underwater nest for fish to cache their offspring. The redds need cold water (optimal is in the low 50s to high 40s degrees F) that is highly oxygenated, and in a stream, this occurs at the riffle crests. After exerting all its energy to swim upstream and spawn, the adult salmon dies, its body reused in the carbon cycle. Nothing is worthless, even in death. We were all born for a purpose just as these beautiful, shimmering salmonids. I have had the privilege of restoring their habitat and seeing redds was the most rewarding part of my work.

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