Weekly Roundup – More Bear Stories

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It took reading all way through the first and second column and into the third, but it was there under Mississippi—a bear story. I have discovered the USA Today State by State page rarely disappointsI only see the national paper a few times a month when I am on on the road staying in hotels, but  have been surprised  at how many bear stories I find in its pages.

This spring seemed to be an especially  active season across the country for bear/human interactions. The Mississippi story just confirms what I hear in New Mexico and other places across the country:  Bear populations are increasing, making sightings and encounters more common.

Earlier this month in Tennessee  a sixteen-year-old boy was on a backpacking trip, camping out, when a bear pulled him from his hammock (another story I first heard about in USA Today.) His father scared the bear away and, fortunately, the boy’s injuries were not life-threatening. The incident caused officials to close some trails and back country campsites temporarily.  According to the article May and June can be difficult for hungry bears in the Smoky Mountains.  As summer goes on the food supply improves (berries ripen) and the frequency of bear encounters decreases.

A few weeks ago I posted some advice about how to avoid and survive bear encounters. This New Yorker piece takes on the same subject in a much more entertaining, if entirely unhelpful, way.

My favorite bear story can be found in the current issue of Sierra Magazine.  Jill Robinson describes her run-in with a grizzly in comic book format—I call it woman on bike meets bear and lives to draw the pictures.

Have a great weekend and drop me a line if you see a bear!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Off on a Tangent: Whooping Crane Migration

Whooping cranes in New Mexico?  Alice Lindsay Price’s mention of  seeing a “solitary Whooper among the snow geese at Bosque ” in her book Cranes: The Noblest Flyers  piqued my interest.    A Google search answered the question:  There haven’t been any whoopers at Bosque del Apache in the last ten or so years, but that’s a story for another day.

While browsing the web trying to learn more about whooping cranes I happened onto a field journal detailing this year’s migration of the birds from Wisconsin to the Florida panhandle.  The chicks, born and raised in captivity, must be taught the migration route.

They’re led with an ultra-light aircraft on a trip that starts in early autumn in Wisconsin, crosses Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Alabama, and Georgia, before reaching their ultimate destination, St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.   To see photos of this amazing journey check out Operation Migration.

Each morning I read the progress report (daily email updates are available).  This week they were grounded for several days in Tennessee because of bad weather.  Yesterday they got off of the ground, but It was a slow go with lots of stops.  The lead pilot posted this report.  It sounds something like that old saying about herding cats.

The trip is a long one, lots of starts and stops, over a thousand miles.  Last year the birds arrived at their winter home in early January.  But they only have to do it once.  The whoopers never forget and will return on their own each year.

Today’s field notes entry:  Day 42.  Carroll County, TN.  It’s just too darn windy to fly – we’re grounded.

 

 

 

 

Elvis and Nature?

When I started this blog I thought I could cover most things I was interested in writing about under the big umbrella of “nature”.  It turns out Elvis’ birthday is a bit of a challenge.

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The infamous jungle room at Graceland was the first thing that came to mind, but animal-print upholstery, green wall-to-ceiling shag carpet, and exotic plants aren’t really the kind of nature I had in mind.

The best I could come up with was this tidbit about Graceland.  Elvis’ parents, Gladys and Vernon, both from rural Mississippi,  moved into the white-columned mansion with him in 1957.  While he was busy redecorating the interior, they planted a vegetable garden and built a chicken coop in the backyard.

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I can just picture the two of them sitting in their lawn chairs, chickens pecking at their feet while the King of Rock-n-Roll  is selecting just the right fabric for ceiling of the billiard room.

Happy Birthday, Elvis!