Anchored in Port Madison this morning, I was sipping my latte and watching the little fish jumping like water-borne popcorn, when a couple of thoughts came to me.
First, each one of these little 1" - 2" fish who manages to break free of the surface of the water is a little piscine astronaut. He has entered an environment that, from his perspective, is a vacuum. He can't breathe there, and there is nothing surrounding him that he can push against. Brave little guys.
But that brings another thought: If ever there was a behavior that Darwinian selection should have weeded out, it is this one. What better way to advertise to gulls, loons, geese, and other predators that, "Here there be food"?