NYC – The Survivor Tree

I didn’t set out to write about visiting the 911 Memorial at the World Trade Center (WTC) site.  My feet were sore and my camera battery was dead by the time I finally cleared security.  Peering over the edge of the reflecting pools, I contemplated a single white rose placed on one of the engraved names and remembered the horror of that day.

After leaving the memorial I kept thinking about the tree, one of the last things I noticed.  The  elaborate web of guide wires trussing it up and holding it in place was what caught my eye.  It wasn’t until later that I learned the tree’s story, a lone pear tree in a grove of swamp white oaks.

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Photo Credit: jev55 via Compfight cc

The Survivor Tree, as it came to be known, was rescued from the WTC site a month after the 2001 attacks, a charred eight-foot stump with one living branch.  It was taken to the Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx where park staff nursed it back to health, not knowing at first if it could be saved.

The tree, a Callery pear (Pyrux calleryana), is a common one and was planted at the WTC in the 1970s.  Originally imported from Asia in the 1800s, the trees are now found throughout most of the United States.  We had a similar tree in our backyard when I was growing up in western Kansas.  It was was the most exotic tree in our yard, especially beautiful in the spring when it was transformed into a cloud of white blossoms.

The Survivor Tree was moved back to the 911 Memorial site in December 2010.  It still bears scars and always will, but has grown tall and strong, a resilient survivor.  Its legacy will continue to grow through the Survivor Tree Seedling Program. During its rehabilitation tree experts propagated several hundred seedlings and over time they will be shared with other communities that have suffered tragedy and loss.

 

NYC – On the Cusp of Fall

Walking around the city yesterday, I saw lingering signs of summer on the High Line,
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So far, no Pale Male sightings.

Nature in New York City

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Photo Credit: Shawn Hoke via Compfight cc

Later this week I will be leaving New Mexico to spend a few days in Manhattan, one of my favorite places to take a break.  It’s not just Broadway shows and Murray’s bagels that I enjoy, but also watching a baby giraffe at the Bronx Zoo or lazing away a Sunday afternoon on a bench under the trees in Central Park.

In preparation for my trip I reread Marie Winn’s book Red-Tails in Love, the story of a hawk (called Pale Male) that showed up in the city in 1991 and proceeded to find a mate and raise chicks on a Fifth Avenue building.  Hawk watchers with binoculars and scopes kept tabs on the family  from a bench in Central Park.  According to a recent post on Winn’s blog, Pale Male still soars over the treetops in Central Park, hunts pigeons, and perches on the balconies of fancy apartment houses to eat his prey.

Winn recounts another story in her book about discovering, with her fellow birdwatchers, a rare owl during  the annual Christmas bird count.  When a family from Kentucky in town to enjoy the holiday sights happened by, the group offered them the binoculars to get a look.  Seeing the long-eared owl roosting in a white pine, one of them exclaimed, “A wild creature right in the heart of New York City!  Isn’t that remarkable!”

I’ll be on the lookout, posting any signs of nature that I see.

 

 

The End of Summer

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Photo by P. Nixon

Sunday’s winds blew the last remnants of summer out of New Mexico.  My patio garden is a sad collection of drooping tomato plants, blackened basil, and a few tenacious pink petunias.

I checked the wildlife camera yesterday and for the first time in three weeks I didn’t find a picture of the bear. Instead, I found shots of a skunk, a rabbit, a chipmunk, and a bushy tail that must belong to a coyote.

The bear never got into the trash or bothered any of the pets in the neighborhood, as far as I know, just passed through every few days. Karen Eagleson of The Wildlife Center in Española  gave this advice in a recent Santa Fe New Mexican editorial: Let the bears alone. They will go home soon enough.

 

Ranchers and Wolves: Changing Attitudes?

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“It would be easier to take (a) government payoff for every wolf kill than it would be to go out there and actually herd.  But in my opinion that doesn’t solve the problem,” said Wilma Jenkins in the June 4, 2012 story on KUNM (89.9 Albuquerque) about Mexican gray wolf reintroduction in Arizona and New Mexico.

Most of the stories I hear on the radio or read in the newspaper focus on ranchers and their adamant opposition to wolf reintroduction, so when I heard Jenkins’ comment I wanted find out more about the way she operated her ranch.

Wilma Jenkins and Doug Dressler’s Double Circle Ranch* is located near Clifton, Arizona in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forests within the  designated recovery area for the Mexican gray wolves.   The ranch doesn’t have telephone service so we communicated via emails (June, 2012 and August, 2013).

Jenkins ran a herd of Texas longhorns and never lost one to a wolf.  She says her cattle seemed to be more intimidating to predators who look for weak prey.  “Longhorns can defend themselves,” but according to Jenkins the real key is herding.  She herded her cattle six days a week on horseback with a dog or two, allowing no stragglers.  That kept the scent of humans on the cattle and deterred the wolves.

Jenkins herded not only to discourage predators, but also for range health.  The benefits included “. . .reduced erosion, improved air and water quality and wildlife habitat.”  Having more wildlife present on the ranch meant “more than cows to eat for the wolves and other predators.”

When Mexican gray wolf reintroduction began fifteen years ago, the programs to help ranchers primarily focused on compensation for livestock killed by the wolves.  Over time the emphasis has shifted to programs that strive to minimize wolf/livestock encounters using management techniques that include herding, rotating pasture usage, and flagging fences to scare off the wolves.  The Double Circle did not qualify for funds to help with those costs since they had not suffered any wolf kills according to Jenkins, so they had   “. . . to pay or herd on our own time and dime—which I don’t think is fair—but that is how it is set up.” 

Jenkins considers that to be the negative impact of wolf reintroduction.  She says “ . . . many people are dead set against the wolf and resent being forced to have them on their land.  Many livestock costs are not covered in the compensation—like our herding, stress to breeding animals, etc.”

The positive benefits, she hopes, will be that the wolves keep the elk moving, which is beneficial to the riparian environment, critical areas for soil conservation next to rivers and streams that have been overgrazed.  As for the humans involved, she says, “People from opposite viewpoints are cooperating for a common goal—always a good thing.”

When I asked her in our most recent correspondence if attitudes were changing in her community she responded, “People seem to accept the wolves as part of the ecosystem now–but most are opposed to adding more wolves at this time.” 

*Jenkins and Dressler sold the Double Circle Ranch in November of 2012. 

Lunch hour in Redwood Park

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With such a short stay in San Francisco this week I don’t have time to visit the coast redwoods in their native habitat in Muir Woods.  The next best thing is this peaceful park in the heart of the Financial District.

Out on Montgomery everyone is in a hurry, hustling down the street with a carryout lunch to take back to the office.  Cab drivers vie for position with motorcycles and pedestrians, honking when someone doesn’t move fast enough.

Inside the park a fountain muffles the street noise and tourists sit on benches, pens poised over postcards.

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The grove of redwoods tower overhead. How tall are they?  I try to gauge based on the buildings behind them, but I’m not sure–my best guess is 150 plus feet.  They are the tallest trees on earth and can reach 300 feet.

I could stay here all day, but will venture back out to the street to catch a bus.

The Bluestem Pack–Video of a Pup Capture

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Photo Credit: Albuquerque BioPark via Compfight cc

M1275, a male wolf born into the Bluestem pack last year, is pictured in this video.  Arizona Game and Fish biologists trapped the pup in August of 2012.  During the brief capture, they took a blood sample to determine parentage and administered vaccinations for parvo, distemper, and rabies.  Before release they outfitted the pup with a radio telemetry collar to allow the field team to track him.

As shown in this video, the field team takes precautions to minimize trauma to the wolf in the trapping process, but it doesn’t always go as planned.  In a similar operation in August of this year another Bluestem wolf, f1289, died after a difficult capture.  Results of a necropsy to determine the cause of death are still pending.

Of the estimated 75 Mexican gray wolves living in the wild, 44 wear radio telemetry collars according to the most recent Monthly Project Update issued September 12, 2013.  Weekly flights monitor the wolves’ locations and the information is used to determine denning behavior (the alpha female travels less and stays in one area) during breeding season and pack status (a wolf begins to travel separately from the pack).   It can also be used to investigate and assign responsibility to a specific wolf or pack when cattle or other livestock are killed.

M1275, now considered a juvenile, still runs with the Bluestem Pack and was recently recaptured and outfitted with a new collar.

Note:  A public hearing about proposed rule changes in the Mexican gray wolf reintroduction program scheduled for Friday, October 4th, in Albuquerque has been postponed indefinitely due to the partial government shutdown earlier this week. 

Update (10/13/13)–Roxane at Lobos of the Southwest let me know that the Bluestem pups born in 2012 were given names in a contest late last year.  The two mentioned above were named Huckleberry (m1275) and Little Wild (f1289).

 

Sunshine and Green Chiles

Fall has arrived in New Mexico.  Temperatures dropped into the thirties the last couple of nights, but no hard freeze-yet.  Days are warm with clear blue skies and the chamisa is at its prettiest, full of golden flowers.  Small patches of yellow are starting to appear up high in the cottonwoods.

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Several weeks ago the green chile harvest began to trickle into Santa Fe. Vendors haul  burlap bags full of the New Mexico state vegetable (actually we have two, the honor is shared with the pinto bean) in from fields near  Hatch and Socorro.  The air fills with the scent of roasting chiles and you can choose–mild, medium, or hot–at the temporary stands that pop up in the parking lots of restaurants, grocery stores, and strip shopping centers all over town.

I never get around to buying my yearly supply until mid-September, trying to delay the end of summer as long as possible.  But it was time last week.  I paid the $25 for a roasted bushel at Jackalope without comparison shopping.  Another potential customer moved on when he heard the price.

The chiles sat in a cooler in my kitchen for a couple of days before I got around to the bagging.  At my house we don’t eat too many at once so it takes a lot of sandwich bags, each filled with a few chiles before they are loaded into the wire drawer at the bottom of the freezer, more than enough to get us through the winter and probably all the way through until next chile season.  We eat them with everything, not just tacos and enchiladas, but in macaroni and cheese, tuna salad, and mixed with garlic on top of grilled steaks.

After living in New Mexico for sixteen years, I still remember a woman I met at a shop in Albuquerque shortly after I moved here.  She told me she could never leave the state; she would miss the sunshine and green chile too much.

 

The Bluestem Pack – September 2013 Update

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Photo Credit: Eric Kilby via Compfight cc

In my last post about the Bluestem Pack  I had confirmed with Susan Dicks at the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) that the alpha female F1042 had a new litter of pups.  This was surprising since her longtime mate, M806, was killed about a year ago. So far,  not much is known about her current mate, the new alpha male of the pack.

During July and August the known (collared) members of the pack. according to the Monthly Project Updates, were F1042 and three yearlings (m1275, f1280, and f1289).  Another yearling, m1277, began traveling alone and is no longer considered part of the pack.  The field team confirmed with trail cameras in July that six pups had been born in the spring.

In mid-August they attempted to capture the alpha male and pups so they could be outfitted with radio collars.  During that operation they trapped f1289 who died during processing.  FWS will perform a necropsy determine the cause of the wolf’s death.

The Bluestem Pack’s traditional territory is in the east-central portion of the Apache-Sitegreaves National Forest.  Each week, weather permitting, the IFT has a pilot fly a radio telemetry flight to locate each of the collared wolves.  They travel constantly so the report that is issued after the flight is immediately outdated, but it is still a look at where the wolves are at a given time.  The September 17th report located the pack about four miles northwest of Tenney Mountain and four miles southwest of Noble Mountain. 

The telemetry report also indicated that some of the pups-of-the-year had been trapped and collared.  There are two females fp1332 and fp1333 and two males mp1330 and mp1331.

Summer turned to autumn last weekend.  In Rutter and Pimlott’s book The World of the Wolf  they call fall  ” . . . the most carefree season in the life of the wolf.  The responsibility connected with raising pups is over; the breeding season is still months ahead; there is no snow to make hard work of travel; the weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and food is plentiful.”

While the Bluestem Pack ranges through the forests and meadows of the Apache-Sitgreaves,  humans will be debating their future.  A public hearing will be held in Albuquerque on October 4th to discuss proposed rule changes to the reintroduction program.

 

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.