#gulf coast lights

[shutterandsentence]

"For you were once darkness, but you are now light in the Lord."

--Ephesians 5:8

Photo: Ft. Myers, Florida

[davidbeverly9]

[tghphotography]

Dauphin Street

by TGH

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[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Southern Flannel Moth

Megalopyge opercularis

The southern flannel moth is a part of the family Megalopygidae, the family of flannel moths or crinkled flannel moths. It was described by Sir James Edward Smith in 1797. They get the name “flannel moth” from being covered in setae, hair like bristles that give them a fuzzy, soft look.

Description Adult moths have round, hairy bodies ranging in coloration from cream at the bottom to yellow or light brown at the head. It’s legs are the same brown as the body with black feet. The forewings fade from a darker brown to cream with black/dark brown at the top edge or “costal margin.” The outer margin is white and the middle of the forewings have white patterning. The hindwings are fully cream or have a similar gradient. The antennae of females are thin and white, while males have feathery yellow antennae. Males and females may have differing coloration. Females are larger than males.

The caterpillars are known for their long stinging hairs and their unusual amount of prolegs. Flannel moth caterpillars have 7 pairs of prolegs, while all other butterfly and moth caterpillars have 5 or fewer.

Average wingspan: 30 mm (≈1.18 in)

Diet and Habitat This species live on oak, elm, and wild plum as well as many garden plants such as roses and ivy. Adult moths do not feed.

It’s distributed across the eastern United States/Gulf Coast. They range from New Jersey to Florida and west to Arkansas and Texas. It is common in Florida but reaches its greatest abundance in Texas. They can reach further south to Mexico and Central America. They are commonly found in wooded areas like deciduous forests but can also be found in urban and suburban gardens.

Mating This moths has 2 generations per year, one in the summer and one in the fall. Late larvae may overwinter in their cocoon and emerge in late spring. Females usually mate the night of they leave their cocoons and lay their eggs during the first two nights following mating. Eggs are laid in single or double curved rows and occasionally in patches on foliage or small twigs and are covered with hair from the under side of the female to protect them. Eggs hatch in six to eight days.

Predators Observations of this moth’s predators is lacking, but there are a few reports of lacewing feeding on their eggs and a lizard eating a later instar. It is assumed they are preyed on by other common predators of moths like birds, bats, praying mantises, lady beetles, and ants. At least four species of tachinid flies and two species of ichneumonid wasp have been reported to parasitize the flannel moth larva. The caterpillar protects itself with long venomous spines. When touched they cause severe skin irritation, described as like a broken bone or blunt-force trauma, or even white hot. The reaction tends to spread:

“The reactions are sometimes localized to the affected area, but are often very severe, radiating up a limb and causing burning, swelling, nausea, headache, abdominal distress, rashes, blisters, and sometimes chest pain, numbness, or difficulty breathing. Sweating from the welts or hives at the site of the sting is not unusual.”

Fun Fact The caterpillars are covered in long setae, making it resemble a tiny Persian cat, which is where it is assumed the name "puss" comes from. Some of the many names for the larva include: puss caterpillar, asp, Italian asp, fire caterpillar, woolly slug, opossum bug, puss moth, tree asp, and asp caterpillar.

(Source: Wikipedia; IFAS Extension, University of Florida; Missouri Department of Conservation; AZ Animals)

[amtrak-official]

There are several rail lines that already have funding for construction right now, which one is the best?

[shutterandsentence]

A peaceful holiday in the tropics sounds very tempting right now...

Photo: Sanibel Island, Florida

[grogusmum]

WIP WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY

thanks for tagging me @nerdieforpedro Honestly I'm just glad I have something new to share. I have had other lovely moots tag me for WIP games and I've just had nothing, my writer's block has been going on for months, BUT I did make some progress!! WooHoo

Okay so as I understand it, I share two snippets?

From A Dark and Stormy Night (Lighthouse Keeper!Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

When you join Frankie in the kitchen, where he is again standing over the stove, a delicious scent reminds you of coming home after a long walk from school. The wind is howling and you can hear the crash of the waves, the pound of them light rumbling thunder, its only rival the whip crack of the actual thunder chasing the lighting strikes illuminating the windows.  “Where’s Cisco?” “Weather like this he likes to be below,” Frankie says back still turned, “I have him set up with his bed down there so he doesn’t get anxious.” “Oh,” you finally feel a little more at ease about not seeing neither hide nor hair of the beast of a dog all day. “It’s going to be dark early due to the storm and I’ll have duties up above. I’m going to ask you to stay in the living quarters. I’ll sleep up there so, um. Just - make yourself at home.”    

From A KInd Hearted Woman (Depression Era!Ezra x f!Reader)

Ezra had been riding the rails for several years now, picking up jobs where he could. Making his way up from the Gulf Coast looking for work. A factory here, a fishing boat there, both dangerous endeavors, but he was a lucky fellow. His mother always said he was like a tomcat with nine lives, but with every life he gambled she paid for it with a new gray hair to show for it. For all his near misses, it wasn't until he got a contract to prospect gold in Georgia that his luck was truly tested, and it was not at the cost of his dear mother's hair but his dominant arm. But he gained a compatriot after her father was killed in those same hills. Nevertheless, finding the odd job, let alone a steady paycheck was all but impossible.  He had never been so far north, luckily the seasons were turning toward the warm months up this way and they didn't have to worry about snow or freezing temperatures. The question he had on his mind was if they should go to a city where there are ample jobs, but also ample people- most with both hands to work with… or try somewhere small, where there are fewer prospects, but of course fewer people to do them, and perhaps some small town kindness for good measure.

no pressure tags @oonajaeadira @insomniamamma @writeforfandoms @ezrasbirdie @quicax3 @prolix-yuy @katareyoudrilling @morallyinept @chaoticgeminate

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Millions of tons of plastic waste enter the oceans each year. The sun's ultraviolet light and ocean turbulence break down these plastics into invisible nanoparticles that threaten marine ecosystems. In a new study, engineers at the University of Notre Dame have presented clear images of nanoplastics in ocean water off the coasts of China, South Korea and the United States, and in the Gulf of Mexico. These tiny plastic particles, which originated from such consumer products as water bottles, food packaging and clothing, were found to have surprising diversity in shape and chemical composition. The engineers' research was published in Science Advances. "Nanoplastics are potentially more toxic than larger plastic particles," said Tengfei Luo, the Dorini Family Professor of Aerospace and Mechanical Engineering at the University of Notre Dame. "Their small size makes them better able to penetrate the tissues of living organisms."

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[n0sewise]

I was tagged by @recents on my main blog for WIP Wednesday, so I’m posting here on my side blog since this is where I post writing/fandom stuff. I’m tagging everyone and no one bc I’m too anxious to individually tag people (//∇//)

Anyway, here’s an excerpt from my killugon royalty au. Super rough and it needs way more fleshing out, but I think you can still get the idea from what’s here:

Kurapika wasn’t all that bad. Gon actually quite liked his tutor, and he’d come highly recommended to Aunt Mito as a fine scholar and an even brighter teacher. Even now, his smooth voice carried pleasantly throughout the room as he lectured Gon on something about fish. Fishing, probably. The Eastern Coast was known for its plentiful fish, having the good fortune of being located in the middle of the Gulf of Mobius. Or was it the Western Coast? One of the coasts, anyway. He’d only just gotten back from visiting a neighbouring earl’s daughter in the east, and Gon had quite liked the beaches. There hadn’t been much time to explore; there were dances and feasts, and the earl had wanted him to get to know his—

“Prince Gon?”

“Sorry, what?”

Kurapika’s delicate brows knit together in a pinched crease on his forehead. “I asked if you could tell me why Kujira stations our naval forces on the Eastern Coast only.”

”Oh,” said Gon. He thought for a moment. It would have something to do with fish, wouldn’t it? Kurapika had been talking about fish, and about—

He was saved from answering by a frenzied knock at the heavy, cypress door.

It was Zushi once again, and breathing hard like he’d run the entire way there.

“Your Excellency,” he panted, nodding at Kurapika. “Your Royal Highness, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but the Queen wishes to see the prince.” He straightened up from his deep bow. “She’s in her chambers,” he added. “It’s urgent.”

Gon could hardly fight his grin.

”I really should—“

”Just go,” said Kurapika with a dismissive gesture.

Aunt Mito’s chambers were all the way on the other end of the palace, and nearly the complete and polar opposite of Kurapika’s study. They were bright and airy, with long sheer curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze, and nearly every surface was decorated with a flowering plant or vine of some sort. Gon smiled when he spotted his mother busily tending to one of her plants, imbuing it with her own sparkling energy until its leaves were plump and vibrant with life.

“Aunt Mito? You wanted to see me?”

“Gon!” She turned and met him with a bone crushing hug once he was within reach.

“Is everything okay? Zushi said it was urgent.”

She waved a hand impatiently, her armful of bangles and charms clacking all the while, and laughed him off. “That boy is so serious,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong, but I’ve received another courtship proposal, and—“

Gon couldn’t help it, he wilted on the spot the moment the word courtship left her mouth.

”Aunt Mito, this is the eighth one this year, and it’s only April!”

”It’s only April and you’ve turned down eight perfectly nice options!” she countered. “Come sit,” she said, moving over to settle on her bed. “Sweetheart, I really think you’ll like this one.”

Gon collapsed next to her, falling back onto Aunt Mito’s soft blankets with a grunt.

”You said that last time,” he reminded her. “And it’s okay, I didn’t mind meeting her at all! I thought Noko was a very nice girl!”

”She was,” Aunt Mito agreed, “but I really do think you’ll want to see this next one. He’s a prince just like you,” she added. “So you’ll have that much in common.”

”Sure,” he said, with a brightness he didn’t feel. “I’ll go look. It can’t hurt, right?”

”Wonderful! The Padokean emissaries are already waiting for you to approve.”

Gon blinked. “Sorry, what?”

Aunt Mito could only smile helplessly. “They were insistent that their prince’s portrait be viewed in the best possible light, and I wouldn’t let them have the throne room for it.”

”All that for a painting? I’ll meet him, if that’s what you’re asking, Aunt Mito.” He’d already pushed himself up into a seated position, but even from this angle, she was hard to read, a funny sort of smirk twitching on her lips.

“There’s no need for that, Gon,” she said. “Just go and have a look and you can let me know if you’d like us to make arrangements. The emissaries are in the courtyard.”

Weird, thought Gon as he walked through the palace. All that fuss for a painting seemed excessive, but he’d promised Aunt Mito. Padokea rang a distant bell in the back of his mind, and he remembered that it had been in one of the readings Kurapika had wanted him to finish. Nothing to do about it now, he figured, already smiling as he stepped back out and into the sunshine. He’d reached the courtyard.

The emissaries were indeed waiting for him outside. There were two of them, and they looked woefully out of place under the warm blanket of Kujiran sunlight. Both wore sharply tailored jackets with stiff high collars that covered their necks entirely. They stood among the jacaranda trees, solemnly holding what must have been the painting under a dark veil of fabric.

“Your Royal Highness,” said the one on the right, bowing his head.

“Oh, hi,” said Gon. They still hadn’t lowered the painting, and he wondered if their arms ever got tired. “You know you can put that down, right?”

The second emissary looked at him, and despite maintaining a rather stoic expression, Gon could see her lip curl ever so slightly in what he could only assume was disgust.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you!”

”We have been entrusted with the safe passage of our crown prince’s portrait,” she sniffed. “Its beauty shall never touch the ground beneath our feet.”

”Uhhh,” said Gon. “Okay, well whenever you’re ready, I guess?”

Both of them straightened immediately, standing even more stiffly than before. With a sweeping motion of his arm, the first man began to speak.

“Prince Gon of Kujira, we present to you The Crown Prince of Padokea, First of His Name, Heir to the Throne of Shadows, and Pride of the Zoldyck Family: His Royal Highness Prince Killua Zoldyck.”

And Gon hardly had enough time to reflect on either the lengthy title, or how the emissary managed to say all of that without taking a single breath, because his partner had already pulled the veil from the painting, and there, looking out at him from a gleaming silver frame, was the most beautiful boy he’d ever laid eyes on.

Gon’s breath caught in his throat as he stared. Immediately he understood why the emissaries had insisted on unveiling it among the jacaranda trees. Anything less would’ve been an insult to the boy in the painting. He gazed haughtily out of the frame at Gon, his sharp, elfin features frozen in a bored, half-lidded expression. It was hard to know where to look, Gon realized, his gaze roving every which way. There was the sharp angle of the prince’s jawline, softened only by his full, pouting lips. The prince’s hair too, was striking in its own right. It was entirely white, like the smooth, sun bleached colour of a seashell, framing his face in messy waves. In the end it was his eyes that Gon couldn’t look away from. They were large and blue, and framed by a set of long, silver eyelashes that lent him the appearance of something not quite human staring out from behind his frame.

One of the emissaries cleared their throat.

“Is he to your liking then?”

Gon forced a laugh and rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck as he grinned.

”Yeah—I mean yes. Yes. He’s…” he trailed off. “Send the letter. Please. I’d very much like to meet him.”

An odd sort of smile twitched at the edge of the shorter emissary’s mouth, and she hid it before he could comment.

“Very well,” she said. “We’ll notify the royal family.”

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Silmarillion Daily - Of the Battle of the Powers and the Summons of the Valar

Time to catch up on this!

Manwë sat long in thought upon Taniquetil, and he sought the counsel of Ilúvatar. And coming then down to Valmar he summoned the Valar to the Ring of Doom, and thither came even Ulmo from the Outer Sea.

Then Manwë said to the Valar: “This is the counsel of Ilúvatar in my heart: that we should take up again the mastery of Arda, at whatsoever cost, and deliver the Quendi from the shadow of Melkor.”

Somehow, I’ve got a gut-level sense that Iluvatar’s answer to this was less “Yes” and more “YES! What have you been waiting for?!?” The point of the Valar being in Arda is almost certainly not for them to sit around in Valinor while Melkor is turning elves into orcs!

At the same time, the Valar’s reluctance isn’t about personal safety or comfort, but about fear of how much damage they could do to Arda, and it’s not an unfounded fear. As with the battles with Melkor in the early days of Arda, and as with the destruction of Almaren, the Battle of the Powers reshapes whole continents. If you look at the part in purple, Beleriand as we know it during the main events of the Silm didn’t exist until the Battle of the Powers. Hithlum, Dorthonion, and the River Sirion were made by the fighting between the Valar and Melkor in the Battle of the Powers.

Melkor met the onset of the Valar in the North-west of Middle-earth, and all that region was much broken. But the first victory of the hosts of the West was swift, and the servants of Melkor fled before them to Utumno. Then the Valar passed over Middle-earth, and they set a guard over Cuiviénen; and thereafter the Quendi knew nothing of the great Battle of the Powers, save that the Earth shook and groaned beneath them, and the waters were moved, and in the north there were lights as of many fires.

Long and grievous was the siege of Utumno, and many battles were fought before its gates of which naught but the rumour is known to the Elves. In that time the shape of Middle-earth was changed, and the Great Sea that sundered it from Aman grew wide and deep; and it broke it upon the coasts and made a deep gulf to the southward. Many lesser bays were made between the Great Gulf and Helcaraxë far in the north, where Middle-earth and Aman came nigh together. Of these the Bay of Balar was the chief; and into it the mighty river Sirion flowed down from the new-raised highlands northwards: Dorthonion, and the mountains about Hithlum. The lands of the far north were all made desolate in those days; for there Utumno was delved exceeding deep, and its pits were filled with fires and with great hosts of the servants of Melkor.

Even after the Valar capture Melkor, they don’t find all of his strongholds and pits, and they don’t find Angband.

And then we come to the next mistake the Valar make: calling the Elves to Valinor. It’s understandable - Valinor is beautiful and blissful, and Middle-earth is still unsafe even with Melkor gone, and on top that, the Valar like the Elves and want to spend time with them.

Then again the Valar were gathered in council, and they were divided in debate. For some, and of those Ulmo was the chief, held that the Quendi should be left free to walk as they would in Middle-earth, and with their gifts of skill to order all the lands and heal their hurts. But the most part feared for the Quendi in the dangerous world amid the deceits of the starlit dusk; and they were filled moreover with the love of the beauty of the Elves and desired their fellowship. At the last, therefore, the Valar summoned the Quendi to Valinor, there to be gathered at the knees of the Powers in the light of the Trees for ever; and Mandos broke his silence, saying: “So it is doomed.” From this summons came many woes that afterwards befell.

Basically every single time Ulmo disagrees with the other Valar, he’s right. And here’s he’s touched on something crucial that the rest of the Valar miss: the Elves aren’t just there to be protected and happy, they have something to contribute that is lost if they’re removed from Middle-earth. They can use their gifts to heal some of the damage done to Arda by Melkor, to make the world better. They’re intended to be co-creators with the Valar, not to be babysat by them. And there’s no reason the rest of the Valar couldn’t, like Oromë, leave Valinor sometimes to spend time with the elves and teach and befriend them. But the Valar, as is probably their key besetting weakness, opt for what feels like the lower-risk option. (Part of me wonders if this was supposed to be Melkor’s role, if he hadn’t fallen to evil - to be Initiative Guy, to be the risk-taker, to spur the others to get out of their comfort zone - and if that’s an element that’s consequently been lacking due to his fall.)

To give a rough overview of what’s upcoming for Silm Daily: the Valar first finding the Elves was on January 31, and the rest of February is going to cover the Great Journey and the early years of the Elves in Valinor, up to the birth of Fëanor.

[apod]

2023 June 17

Planet Earth at Night II Video Credit: NASA, Gateway to Astronaut Photography, ISS Expedition 53; Music: The Low Seas (The 126ers)

Explanation: Recorded during 2017, timelapse sequences from the International Space Station are compiled in this serene video of planet Earth at Night. Fans of low Earth orbit can start by enjoying the view as green and red aurora borealis slather up the sky. The night scene tracks from northwest to southeast across North America, toward the Gulf of Mexico and the Florida coast. A second sequence follows European city lights, crosses the Mediterranean Sea, and passes over a bright Nile river in northern Africa. Seen from the orbital outpost, erratic flashes of lightning appear in thunder storms below and stars rise above the planet's curved horizon through a faint atmospheric airglow. Of course, from home you can always check out the vital signs of Planet Earth Now.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap230617.html

[tanadrin]

so what the case seems to hinge on is this: City of Mobile v Bolden (1980) held that if you want to challenge the construction of voting districts on the grounds they violate section 2 of the Voting Rights Act, as then written, you have to show not only racially discriminatory effect, but racially discriminatory intent. in 1982, in response to this decision, a bipartisan bill amended the VRA to explicitly ask courts to consider racially discriminatory effects, though not going to far as to require representation to be explicitly proportionally based on race (which is what some opponents of the racially discriminatory effect approach were worried about)

plaintiffs sued alabama over its bad districting maps which continue to have only one black-majority district (that district in itself the product of an even earlier lawsuit), even though they argue most reasonable maps can and should have two, even if you also take into account other principles of redistricting, such as trying to keep political subdivisions and major urban areas together, not producing contorted or splayed out shapes, and, of course, maintaining equal population. alabama has a pretty large contiguous area of black settlement--the Black Belt--which the current map seems to at least partially split up.

alabama’s argument for keeping the current map is 1) continuity with older maps (Roberts points out that maps have been discriminatory in the past is not a reason to keep using them); 2) the gulf coast portion of alabama is a vital community of interest that can’t possibly be split up (Roberts points out that Alabama’s evidence for this is very shaky), and 3) the theory the court should be using around section 2 of the VRA isn’t the one it’s used since Gingles, but something new they came up with, called the “race-neutral benchmark,” which is based on the likelihood of the "median or average” of majority-minority districts that would occur, if you used all the traditional redistricting criteria except race, and generated a large number of possible alternatives by computer. so long as the actual district map resembles the race-neutral benchmark generally in terms of majority-minority districts, the state cannot be construed to have denied anyone’s right to vote on account of race, at least through racial gerrymandering

roberts finds this theory uncompelling; specifically, in amending the VRA congress explicitly said that discriminatory effects matter, not just intent, and section 2 of the VRA requires that minority voters not “have less opportunity than other members of the electorate to participate in the political process and elect representatives of their choice.”

Individuals thus lack an equal opportunity to participate in the political process when a State’s electoral structure operates in a manner that “minimize[s] or cancel[s] out the[ir] voting strength.” Id., at 47. That occurs where an individual is disabled from “enter[ing] into the political process in a reliable and meaningful manner” “in the light of past and present reality, political and otherwise.” White, 412 U. S., at 767, 770. A district is not equally open, in other words, when minority voters face—unlike their majority peers—bloc voting along racial lines, arising against the backdrop of substantial racial discrimination within the State, that renders a minority vote unequal to a vote by a nonminority voter.

alabama’s theory of how this case should be decided doesn’t really make sense in light of either congressional intent in amending the VRA or the court’s jurisprudence since Gingles. the court has explicitly repudiated racial proportionality before (which is a concern alabama resurrects here), e.g., in Shaw v Reno (1993), where north carolina got a second majority-minority district out of its congressional map only by heavily gerrymandering that district’s borders. (north carolina believed this district was required by section 2 of the VRA, but the court disagreed. the difference is that the population in norht carolina brought together by this district was highly dispersed, whereas in alabama it is not)

roberts is content to reject alabama’s “invitation to change existing law” on the basis that alabama has misunderstood section 2 and the relevant past decisions of the court, but he’s also critical of how the benchmark would work in practice; section 2 doesn’t require redistricting to be a race-blind process anymore than it requires it to be perfectly proportional (indeed, it can be neither in practice, under existing law); the “race-blind benchmark” doesn’t actually reflect how redistricting is done in alabama (i.e., it isn’t a randomly chosen result that conforms to the properties of the average map of many randomly generated maps, it’s a product of deliberate design; and the benchmarks ignore certain traditional redistricting criteria, including alabama’s own districting guidelines); and the criteria alabama proposes as necessary to challenge a map that apparently conforms to that benchmark are insanely difficult to meet (e.g., requiring the plaintiff to prove the deviations between the state’s enacted map and race-neutral alternatives can only be explained by racial discrimination). alabama also tries to claim section 2 doesn’t even apply to single-member districts, but this is just flatly wrong

there are also some pretty lengthy shots at Clarence Thomas’s dissent in the footnotes, which are pretty satisfying to read if you’re into that sort of thing

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Shag Harbor UFO

On the night of 4 October 1967, at about 11:20 pm Atlantic Daylight Time, it was reported that something had crashed into the waters of Shag Harbour. At least eleven people saw a low-flying lit object head towards the harbour. Multiple witnesses reported hearing a whistling sound "like a bomb," then a "whoosh," and finally a loud bang. The object was never officially identified, and was therefore referred to as an unidentified flying object (UFO) in Government of Canada documents. The Canadian military became involved in a subsequent rescue/recovery effort. The initial report was made by local resident Laurie Wickens and four of his friends. Driving through Shag Harbour, on Highway 3, they spotted a large object descending into the waters off the harbour. Attaining a better vantage point, Wickens and his friends saw an object floating 250 to 300 m (820 to 980 ft) offshore in the waters of Shag Harbour. Wickens contacted the RCMP detachment in Barrington Passage and reported he had seen a large airplane or small airliner crash into the waters off Shag Harbour. Assuming an aircraft had crashed, within about 15 minutes, two RCMP officers arrived at the scene. Concerned for survivors, the RCMP detachment contacted the Rescue Coordination Centre (RCC) in Halifax to advise them of the situation and ask if any aircraft were missing. Before any attempt at rescue could be made, the flying object, with lights still showing, started to sink and disappeared from view. A rescue mission was quickly assembled. Within half an hour of the crash, local fishing boats went out to the crash site in the waters of the Gulf of Maine off Shag Harbour to look for survivors. No survivors, bodies or debris were taken, either by the fishermen or by a Canadian Coast Guard search and rescue cutter, which arrived about an hour later from nearby Clark's Harbour. By the next morning, RCC Halifax had determined that no aircraft were missing. While still tasked with the search, the captain of the Canadian Coast Guard cutter received a radio message from RCC Halifax that all commercial, private and military aircraft were accounted for along the eastern seaboard, in both Atlantic provinces and New England. The same morning, RCC Halifax also sent a priority telex to the "Air Desk" at air force headquarters in Ottawa, which handled all civilian and military UFO sightings, informing them of the crash and that all conventional explanations such as aircraft, flares, etc. had been dismissed. Therefore, this was labelled a "UFO Report." The head of the Air Desk then sent another priority telex to the navy headquarters concerning the "UFO Report" and recommended an underwater search be mounted. The navy, in turn, sent another priority telex tasking Fleet Diving Unit Atlantic with carrying out the search. Two days after the incident had been observed, a detachment of navy divers from Fleet Diving Unit Atlantic was assembled and for the next three days, they combed the seafloor of the Gulf of Maine off Shag Harbor looking for an object. The final report said no trace of an object was found.