Weekend Midwiving



C finally made use of his home-made spear gun and brought home a pair of perch along with the regulation limit of abalones. Perch rove in numerous schools about the kelp forest so one just snorkels above to pick out the fattest juiciest ones. While cleaning the plumper one, C noticed a little one popping out. Who doesn't get excited at discovering perch are live bearing. Massaging the belly with his index finger, C coaxed out a few more. C was so excited he yelled for me. After about 12 more still births, I just went inside the house. The perch held 22 in all, a feast for the chickens.