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There’s a place I know that has an abundance of plants of many species and yet with such growth of plants there is only a small amount of animal life, that is, only what my eye can see. This is my echo place. When I look out there are tree’s that look like they could tower over buildings. They looked more than a hundred feet high. They grow tall and free above all the other plants bringing shelter to the echo place. There were so many trees that when I looked up the only thing I could see where the amount of leaves that covered the sky. As I walk upon a path that is barely visible I hear a cool rush of water in the distance. I look upon the ground and see still; the many plants and another thing that I noticed were the rocks along the path. The closer I walked to the waterfall, the mossier the rocks got. When I got to the waterfall almost every rock was fully covered and the wet moss. The path was muddy and with each step my feet got drenched with the flooding of the waterfall. When I trudged along the path every step getting harder because of the mud that made it harder to pick up my feet, I saw another tree that was different from the rest. The bamboo trees were different colors then the rest. Some were green, others tan, and then some were brown. The bamboo trees were wider then the others and more compact, which made them seem like there was a lot more than there actually was. We usually stay at the pond, which I must say, looked cleaner than usual. We were so tempted to jump into the pond that to us just looked like a huge pool to swim in but we decided to change our minds and just followed a river that was heading up the path. Through the bamboo I could see the animal life that was starting to appear along the pathway. The more we walked up the path the hotter the weather got. The air was thick and muggy as we walked we could feel the sweat drip down our faces. We walked for a while and since I didn’t have a watch I would guess about a good forty-five minutes to an hour. We saw a family of mongoose running along the mud with ease and comfort. The six babies were almost at a dead sprint to keep up with the mother and father in the front. We tried to follow them but they proved that they were way to quick for us in the mud. As we looked along the river we saw a group of ducks swimming in the calm water of the pond. We heard the birds calling again but when we looked up we could see anything. The only bird we saw was the pair of pigeons that came by the water but quickly flew away. There were a bunch of red ants. However, the echo place was full of these insects almost everywhere we turned or stepped there was a whole bunch waiting to be seen. They were larger than the regular ants that we usually see.

ASSIGNED: The Crayfish and the little fish that happen to both live on the pond that like I said earlier looks like a huge pool are both symbiosis species. The relationship between these two species would be mutualism because they may live in the same place but they never come in contact with each other. The crayfish lives on the murky bottom of the pond where they are barely visible to the eye. Though the little fish live in the same area of the pond they live above in the clearer water where you could actually see them swim. In my observation of the fish I found that they live off of each other for their survival. They kill each other for the energy that they need to survive everyday because there are only the crayfish and themselves and they can’t kill the crayfish they have to rely on their own species. The Crayfish lives off of the remaining of the dead fish that fall from the top. It’s the only logical way I could think of because they are the only two species I noticed in the pond. There is a predator and prey relationship in this pond between the ducks and fish that live upstream. Obviously the ducks are the predators and the fish are the prey. In order for the ducks to reach the fish they have to dive underwater and feed. When the ducks dove down most of the time they came up with a good-sized fish that allowed them to feed their whole family. Though sometimes they came up with nothing and had to dive down once more. There were two different types of ducks that I could see by the pond. The first was the brown-bodied duck with tanned feet, and a green head. The next was almost the same but the feet were a little lighter and instead of a green head, they had a brown one with black dots. The fishes that they would bring up were a type of brown and gray fish. The ducks almost always seemed to travel around the pond in clumps. The only ducks that I saw alone were the baby ducklings. However, they were rarely left there for long because the adult ones would come and retrieve them and lead them back to the others. The most interaction that stuck out in my mind was between humans (me) and the red ants. I probably thought this because I actually affected their lives when we stepped on them and probably killed a lot of them. Whenever we took one step we saw them scatter in different directions trying to move out of the way so they don’t get trampled over. Then sometimes they crawled on our feet if we stayed still long enough, then we had to shake them off before they bit us. Even when we got close enough to the water we could see dead ants floating peacefully across the pond.