A farm story: A few years ago my father planted a small plot-full of flower seeds along the driveway. Time passed and they sprouted. The next day we went out to water and fertilize the little guys only to discover, to our horror only chewed off nubs remained. We blamed the groundhogs and rabbits, and planted again. As it turns out, it was the birds; starlings I think.
My dad would have loved having a critter like this Ground Angler around. If ever there was proof that evolution knows how to get down and get funky, it is the angler fish, who was also kind enough to serve as my inspiration.
Illustration Friday: Sprout