Don’t Miss the “Super” Super Moon

“. . .I looked out the window and it was the moon.  Big as a house! I never seen the moon so big before or since . . . ” Raymond in Moonstruck-1987

Tonight’s the night–the second of three super moons this year (the final one will occur next month, on September 9th).  With the earth and moon almost as close as they ever get in their  elliptical orbits the full moon will appear larger and brighter than normal.

August 8, 2014 Photo Credit:  Eli Nixon

August 8, 2014
Photo Credit: Eli Nixon

If you wonder why you don’t remember hearing about super moons until just recently, this Earth/Sky post explains that it’s a relatively new term for a “fairly routine astronomical event” (it happens approximately once every 14 months).

“Cosmo’s moon” is what we call it at my house–the name that Raymond gave the magical light  that he saw from his bedroom window in the movie Moonstruck.

Koshari the Bear: A Cautionary Tale

Where the Sandia and Manzano mountains meet the plains east of Albuquerque lives a bear named Koshari. Tagged three times by New Mexico Game and Fish in 2005 for nuisance behavior, he’s one lucky bear.

Koshari courtesy of John Weckerle

Koshari courtesy of John Weckerle

On Friday morning I took the long way from Santa Fe south to Edgewood,  down the scenic Turquoise Trail. My destination was Wildlife West Nature Park, a zoo where all of the animals are native to the Southwest and most have been rescued after being  injured or becoming habituated to humans, no longer able to live in the wild.

The park reminds me of my backyard on a much larger scale with a different mountain range in the distance–lots of open ground dotted with pinyon pines, juniper trees, cholla cacti, native grasses, and wild flowers.

The bear habitat is the next to last one on the loop around the zoo and I found Koshari napping directly in front of the viewing window–sprawled out on his back, four paws up.

by P. Nixon

Koshari’s Habitat by P. Nixon

Named for the Native American clown (Koshare), the black bear has been at the park for nine years, since he was two-years-old, just a youngster.  He came from the Navajo Lake area in northern New Mexico where he discovered the easiest and tastiest lunches came out of the coolers on houseboats.  His life was spared with a generous donation to construct a half-acre bear habitat at WIldlife West.

It’s all about food for bears and Koshari is no exception.  He is fed a varied diet–fruit, vegetables, meat, dog kibble.  As winter approaches, like his cousins in the wild, he increases his  calorie count,  eating upwards of 20,000 a day.  Although he doesn’t hibernate he does slow down, eating much less during the dark and cold months.

PleaseComeAgainEyes still closed, Koshari rolled over on his side, swatted a pesky fly, and covered his face with a paw.  Before leaving I dropped a couple of dollars in a donation box used for special treats for the bruin–one of the few acceptable ways to contribute to the feeding of a bear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hollyhocks Galore!

Four-feet, five-feet, six-feet-tall–a bevy of the statuesque flowers sway in the breeze, a welcoming sight at the entrance to my bank. They’re everywhere–peeking over the tops of adobe walls at art galleries on Canyon Road and towering over short picket fences at downtown bed and breakfasts.

Thomas Jefferson planted hollyhocks in his garden at Monticello and Georgia O’Keeffe painted this one with a blue larkspur on her first trip to Taos in 1929. My grandmother Lester had a row of them out by her fence in Topeka and showed me how to push a bud with a bit of a stem on it through the center of an open upside-down blossom, well-dressed dolls wearing twirly, full skirts–magenta, white, and yellow.

Native to China hollyhocks (Alcea rosea) made their way first to the Holy Land and from there to southern Europe during the Middle Ages according to Ruth L. Fish’s charming history of the flower.  The sturdy flowers came to New Mexico with the Spanish, who called them Las Varas de San Jose, rods of St. Joseph.

To see their abundance in July and August in northern New Mexico makes it hard to believe they aren’t natives. Fish points out, ” . . . no other plant has flourished with such persistent vigor as it has shown, despite the handicaps of general neglect, poor soil , and drought that it has often had to suffer.”

By P. Nixon

By P. Nixon

Many in Santa Fe are in well-tended, irrigated flowerbeds, but my favorites are those that thrive in unlikely places. The one pictured here is in a neglected, unwatered bed between the street and a sidewalk, surrounded by weeds, standing in front of a dead tree, gaily blooming as if it were the star attraction in Mr. Jefferson’s garden.

As the summer winds down, it’s a good time to gather some hollyhock seeds–discreetly!  Wiki-How provides fifteen steps  to successfully grow the flowers from seed, although I am not likely to follow them.  I’ll drop a few near my back fence and let nature take its course.

The Bear Facts

Bears live large in the imagination.  After I caught a  black bear on my wildlife camera trap late last summer (and two more times after that) I continued to think about him–long after he had lumbered back up the mountain to take an extended nap.

To try and understand more about my ursine neighbors, I read a couple of  bear books over the winter while they were hibernating.

The Grizzly Maze written by Nick Jans tells the story of Timothy Treadwell, the self-styled bear researcher/advocate who was killed by a grizzly in Alaska after he had spent years living among the 500 pound creatures, naming and filming them.  For an up close look at the bears, Treadwell, and the Katmai Coast the documentary, Grizzly Man, can’t be beat, but Jans’ book gave me a more in-depth understanding of the bears and Treadwell’s complicated relationship with them.

We no longer have grizzlies in New Mexico–the last known one was killed in 1931, but in his afterward, “The Beast of Nightmare,” Jans analyzes human and bear (grizzly, black, and polar) interactions, in an attempt to answer two questions:  How dangerous are bears and what can be done to keep bears and people more safe?

Out on a Limb: What Black Bears Taught Me about Intelligence and Intuition is author Benjamin  Kilham’s firsthand account of his experiences with black bears in New Hampshire.  In this video, a portion of a National Geographic film about Kilham, he discusses his unconventional methods of raising cubs and reintroducing the young bears to the woods. His book closes with an appendix entitled, “The Human-Bear Conflict: How to understand black bear behavior and avoid problems.”

In both books the authors cite Dr. Stephen Herrero’s extensive research on bear attacks on humans in North America dating back to 1900.  Kilham’s book, the more recently published of the two, has the most up-to-date data. It turns out that in spite of our worst fears bears rarely attack or kill humans,especially black bears. Jans points to the fact that black bears (Ursa americanus) evolved as “creatures of the forest and shadow, who developed retreat as a response to threat.” Given the opportunity they will usually try to avoid an encounter with a human. Jan’s sums it up with this: “Bears can count and bears don’t like surprises.” He advises, when possible,  to hike and camp in groups and to make noise.

Kilham echos that advice and writes at length about the dominant drive in a bear’s life to eat.  He stresses that we are asking for trouble when we leave food in our backyards–bird seed and pet food have unusually high caloric content and are irresistible  to bears. Kilham (and every other bear expert) advise, “stop inviting bears to dinner,” and goes on to say that whether it’s on purpose or not, feeding a bear is like “entering into a social contract with them . . . they expect the food to keep coming . . .”

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Photo Credit: crabchick via Compfight cc

Last summer and fall we had a busier than usual bear season in Santa Fe.  In September animal control estimated that ten different bears had been sighted in the city over a two-week period.  At one point the police department issued an alert after three bears were seen “roaming the streets”–a mother and her cub were spotted near a high school and a single large bear was seen in another busy part of town.  Both incidents passed without any harm coming to humans.  “Black bears in most situations seem to go out of their collective way to take it easy on us . . . , ” says Jans.

Here in New Mexico it’s estimated that we have 6000 to 7000 bears, but that number may be low according to Rick Winslow, a cougar and bear biologist with the Department of Game and Fish.  Our local bears eat dandelion greens, new grass, and insects in the spring.  As the summer progresses  they forage for acorns, juniper berries, and fruit.  When I talked to Winslow a few weeks ago he said it looked like the food supply was good on his last trip into the mountains.  So, if they have enough to eat why do the bears come into the city? The answer is complex.

Even with recent rains we are still in a drought.  Some patches of food may become depleted and the bears may have to travel farther to find water. But the biggest reason of all may be that they have become habituated. Winslow says that even in the most remote corner of our wilderness in New Mexico bears know about human food.

It makes me want to go door-to-door and tell my neighbors:  Pick those peaches before they get too ripe and fall on the ground; put Fluffy and her kibble inside for the night; and, for heaven’s sake, lock that pepperoni pizza box in the garage until trash day.

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Photo Credit: wildphotons via Compfight cc

In early June when I spoke to Winslow he had already gotten a bear call, a mother with two cubs on Bishop’s Lodge Road.  They were relocated to the Jemez Mountains where, it is hoped, they will stay.  In the end it is the bears who face a bigger risk in their encounters with humans.  The NM Department of Game and Fish and homeowners killed 173 bears in 2013.  Most of them had been in trouble before, trolling campsites or trash dumpsters for food.

It’s still early in the season and so far I haven’t seen any evidence of bears passing through  my yard.  Later today I’ll set up my wildlife camera, but before I walk through the trees to the back fence I’ll pick up two rocks and bang them together.  That noise supposedly sounds like a bear popping his jaws, his way of letting others know where he is.  It’s unlikely I’ll see a bear but if I do I’ll remind myself (calmly) to stand tall; talk softly, but firmly; and back away slowly.

 

 

Step outside and look up . . .

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Photo Credit: `James Wheeler via Compfight cc

That’s the first tip on EarthSky’s top 10 tips for super stargazers–great advice for warm summer nights.

As a kid my family spent many vacations camping in the Rockies and my favorite time of day was always evening, sitting on a rock next to a campfire,  looking up at the star-filled sky.  After  Dad showed it to me once, it was easy enough to spot the Big Dipper, part of Ursa Major (the Great Bear constellation), from almost anywhere.  He took it a step further when he taught me how to use the last two stars in the dipper to point to Polaris, the North Star.  I have been fascinated with the night sky ever since.

There are lots of other great tips in the top ten–everything from noticing the phases of the moon to using binoculars to look at the Milky Way, but my favorite is included in tip five:  “You don’t need to know what you’re seeing to enjoy the view.”

Another thunderstorm is rolling in so I may not see much when I go outside tonight, but I’ll take a look–I might get lucky and catch a glimpse of the waxing moon or the red star, Antares.

Can You Hear A Wolf Howl in Downtown Chicago?

Photo Credit:  P. Nixon

Photo Credit: P. Nixon

Does not the heart need
wildness?
Does not the thought need
something
to rest upon
not self-made by man?
Margaret Tsuda
From “Hard Questions”

The words stayed with me as I departed Regenstein Wolf Woods at the Brookfield Zoo.  Walking back to the  train stop, I admired the well-tended lawns in the Hollywood subdivision, carved out of the Illinois prairie in the late 1800s.  Less than fifteen miles from the skyscrapers and department stores on Michigan Avenue, I wondered what it must be like on an otherwise quiet evening to hear a pack of wolves raise their voices in a chorus, each howl slightly different from the others.

The zoo, managed by the Chicago Zoological Society, was established in 1934 and from the start was innovative in its design of animal habitats, forgoing cages for moats and naturalized settings; the recently renovated wolf exhibit is no exception.

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Photo Credit: yooperann via Compfight cc

Located on the south side of Indian Lake, the habitat was expanded to two acres and is home to a pack of Mexican gray wolves.  During my visit I caught glimpses of them napping on boulders and disappearing into a stand of tall grass.

Hundreds of children from tots to teens accompanied by parents, grandparents, and camp counselors trooped through the exhibit, stopping at the indoor viewing area to look for the the wolves through the one-way glass, taking in the interactive exhibits, and occasionally letting loose with a high-pitched human howl.

Although designed with visitors in mind, wolf woods is meant to give wolves a natural habitat to explore and live in with minimal exposure to people.   The zoo participates in the species survival plan for the endangered wolves and is focused on conservation and reintroduction.  Late in 2012 one of the pack, a four-year-old female named Ernesta, was relocated to Sevilleta Wolf Management Facility in New Mexico with the hope that she might be released, with a mate, into the wild.  (I’ll have more about Ernesta’s story in a future post.)

Before leaving I sat at the outdoor wolf overlook enjoying one of the first days of summer. Sparrows chattered and cotton seedlings from three tall cottonwood trees drifted lazily through the air, seeming never to reach the field of clover below.  Three wolves, ears and tails the only parts visible, passed by in the distance intent on a mission known only to them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Bear in My Backyard

Photo Credit: P. Nixon

Photo Credit: P. Nixon

A year and a half ago Dave gave me a camera trap for my birthday and over time I have gotten lots of pictures of curious towhees, startled mule deer, and the occasional coyote.

There have been numerous reports of bears in Santa Fe this year (from the Santa Fe Reporter this week: “13th bear sighting in nine days sets local record”) and I knew  bears had passed through our yard before.  Two years ago one mangled my suet bird feeders; I never replaced them.

Even though I was aware that they were around, I was still surprised to find this shot of a black bear (Ursus americanus) on my camera this afternoon.  He passed through our yard quietly on Monday morning, probably while we were eating breakfast.  It’s a little late to report it to New Mexico Game and Fish, which I did the first time.  The agent I spoke to then convinced me to stop putting out bird seed during the summer and also discouraged setting out trash the night before pickup.  He stressed that it is not good for people or the bears if they get used to eating out of bird feeders or dumpsters.   It almost always ends badly for the bear.

It’s thrilling to live close to these creatures and Elizabeth Bradfield captures that feeling so well in her poem “We All Want to See a Mammal” with the lines:

Our day our lives incomplete without a mammal.  The gaze of something unafraid, that we’re afraid of, meeting ours before it runs off.

I hope this bear has moved on–no food here–gone back up into the mountains where he belongs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Bears and a Badger

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When we built a coyote fence earlier this year, I was concerned that the wildlife that passes through our yard would have to look for a new route.  Dave designed this gap to allow access and based on the deer that we have seen, they must have figured it out.

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Last weekend I set up my camera trap near the gap and will take it down later today.  I am curious to see who has wandered by since I have heard reports of two bears and a badger in the neighborhood this week.

This is a test post from my cell phone to see how it works for some of my upcoming travels.

Side Trip to Scottsdale

Carefree AZ

Photo by P. Nixon

When Dave told me that we needed to stop to look at a project in Scottsdale on our way home from San Francisco, I pictured a faux Italian shopping center in the heart of the city, all asphalt and manicured gardens.   I set the map program on my cell phone to the address and was pleasantly surprised when we kept driving, all the way to the northern border of Scottsdale.  Right next door is the small town of Carefree, surrounded by the  Sonoran Desert.

It was overcast when we arrived, keeping the temperature below ninety, so I was able to comfortably go for a walk.  Black Mountain and this pile of boulders provided the backdrop to the desert landscape filled with saguaro, cholla, and ocotillo.   A family of Gambel’s quail scattered when  I tried to get a closer look at a prickly pear cactus loaded with red fruit.

Saguaro

The clouds burned off and the temperature started to rise, so I took refuge under a green-trunked Palo Verde tree.  Just like it does for the baby saguaros, it sheltered me from the desert sun.

 

The Sea Lions of San Francisco

Corn dogs.  Cotton candy.  Caricature artists.  It’s all at Pier 39–San Francisco’s nonstop carnival for the last 35 years.

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Photo Credit: Benson Kua via Compfight cc

It was tempting, but I kept walking past the churro stand and carousel to the railing at the back of the pier.  Sunlight glinted on the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge was visible in the distance, but I didn’t linger.  What I wanted to see was around the corner and I could already hear the barking and yelping.

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Photo Credit: towneplaceturningpoint.com

I had to wait a few minutes for a spot to open up next to the railing, almost every person with a camera pointed toward the California sea lions (Zalophus californianus).  About twenty feet away was a wooden float with fifteen or so of the huge marine mammals napping, flipper to flipper.

They haven’t always been at Pier 39, but began to show up a few months after the October 1989 Loma Prieto earthquake that crumpled a portion of the  Bay Bridge and disrupted a World Series game at Candlestick Park.  That was more than twenty-three years ago and no one knows for sure if the two events were related.

K-Dock was originally a boat dock when the pinnipeds took up residence, but over time the boats were relocated and the sea lions were allowed to stay.   With a ready source of herring and other food available in the bay and none of their predators, great white sharks and Orcas, present  it has become a favorite spot for the males to hang out.  The females tend to stay near their breeding grounds in the Channel Islands.

While I stood at the rail juggling my camera and recorder trying not to drop either in the water, a constant stream of visitors flowed around me.  A breeze kept the strong fishy smell at bay.

Two youngsters, judging by their size,  hauled up into the group of  sleeping adults,  ignoring several empty floats just a few feet away.  They shook themselves dry, shoving and biting each other.  The napping sea lions barked in protest, rolled over, and soon the two juveniles were back in the water, chasing each other around the bay.

Pier 39 provides a twenty-four hour sea lion webcam and if you scroll to the bottom of this article on the Marine Mammal Center’s website you can also get a sense of what it sounds like out on the west side of the pier.  The only thing missing is the smell!