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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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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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.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday Afternoon on the 101

The white feather was what caught my eye.  A small dark bird was perched on a highway sign with the piece of fluff in its beak, waiting . . .

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We were all waiting.  Dave and I had made the slow crawl north out of San Jose and had finally reached our exit.  Sitting at a red light, I watched the bird make its move: a short flight to an opening, several feet above the street, in the large steel post that held the traffic signal.  Too soon . . . another bird poked its head out of the hole .

The bird took the feather back to its perch.  The light turned green–I wouldn’t see the outcome.

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Photo Credit: rogersanderson via Compfight cc

What kind of a bird builds a nest in a hollow pole in the middle of six or eight lanes of traffic?  Chiccadee and BarnSwallow at WhatBird.com answered the question as best they could, based on my description and the urban setting–maybe a purple martin or perhaps a northern rough-coated swallow.

Soon, an observant commuter might witness a fledgling balancing on the thin steel edge, gathering the courage to take wing.

RIP – Huckleberry (M1275, Bluestem Pack)

Huckleberry_MacabeWood“In April, M1275 was found dead in Arizona.  The incident is under investigation.”  No other details were provided in the Endangered Species Update that arrived in my email inbox late Saturday afternoon.  On April 21st the two-year-old  had been located by radio telemetry, alone but in the Bluestem Pack’s traditional territory with the other pack members (the alpha pair and six pups) nearby.

M1275 was born in the  spring of 2012.  In this video shot in the summer of that same year,  the field team captured the wolf pup, gave him a quick examination, outfitted him with a radio collar and set him free.  A few months later he was named Huckleberry by a kindergartner in Lobos of the Southwest’s  first annual pup naming contest.  He continued to travel with the Bluestem Pack after a new litter of pups was born in 2013 and probably helped to feed and care for them after the alpha male (M806) was illegally shot last summer.

Life in the wild is tough for wolves–92 of them died between 1998 (when they were first released) and 2012 (the most recent year for which numbers are available).  Causes of death have included:  vehicle collision, disease, asphyxiation after a snake bite, and starvation, but by far the largest number of those deaths (47 of the 92) were caused by illegal shootings.  It’s too early to know for sure what happened to M1275, but I’ll keep watching for more details and asking, if they aren’t forthcoming in future updates.

Just over forty years ago President Nixon signed the Endangered Species Act  which has enabled the recovery and reintroduction into the wild of the Mexican gray wolf.   It seems fitting to remember his words from that day, “Nothing is more priceless and worthy of preservation than the rich array of animal life with which our country has been blessed.”

May 21, 2014  Note: Yesterday I looked at the most recent telemetry flight locations dated May 12th and was surprised, and hopeful, to see M1275 on the report.  I called the field team’s office in Alpine, Arizona and spoke to Cathy Taylor who researched the discrepancy; she confirmed that M1275 had died and was found on April 21st.  That’s the reason he was reported separate from the pack on the telemetry report referenced in my original post. 

The May 12th telemetry report is incorrect, probably the result of a typographical error.  Taylor was not able to tell me anything more about the cause of death, but did confirm that M1275’s body was shipped to the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service’s forensics laboratory in Ashland, Oregon where a necropsy will be conducted.

 

A Trip to the Harrell House

The bug, buzzing and trapped on its back, caught my eye just as I was about to turn out the living room light. I didn’t recognize the inch-long insect, but it looked suspiciously like a cockroach. I was baffled;  we don’t have roaches (or at least not many) in Santa Fe.

Dave and I  relocate spiders and stinkbugs outside, if possible, but since I wanted to know more about this one I picked it up  with a tissue and put it in a baggie in the freezer.   Ollie, a local bug collector, had told me this trick to preserve a specimen–at the time, I hoped I would never have occasion to use it.

Photo by P. Nixon

Photo by P. Nixon

A few months ago when I was writing about cockroaches I called an exterminator to answer my questions, but since I wanted help identifying this bug I decided to pay a visit to the Harrell House of Natural Oddities in the DeVargas Mall.  The shop is filled with dinosaur models, butterfly t-shirts, and mounted spiders.  In back is a  bug museum.

Last week when Dave and I had a few errands at the mall, I took the roach out of the freezer and found it in perfect condition.  We stopped in the Harrell House and talked to Thomas, a high school student.  Fascinated with the blue-tongued skink in a glass case behind the counter, it was a while before we got around to showing Thomas the bug, but he didn’t know what kind of cockroach it was either.  I gave him the bug (and told him I didn’t want it back) along with a note for Wade, the shop’s owner.

By the time we got home, Wade had left a message identifying the creature as a Pennsylvania wood cockroach, not native to the West.  We decided it must have hitchhiked to Santa Fe, but on what?  Wade mentioned landscaping mulch, but I suspected a book that I had just received in the mail from a used bookstore, until I realized it came from Nevada.

Photo By:  P. Nixon

Photo By: P. Nixon

I was still thinking about it a couple of days later when this pile of latillas (fenceposts) on our back patio caught my eye.  Dave and I had recently purchased them from a local company and loaded them into our Explorer–they had come from Arkansas.  .

I think that solves the mystery and I am happy to report that we haven’t seen any more cockroaches, outside or inside.

An Unkindness of Ravens

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They arrived a few days after we spread a load of pecan shells in the planting beds–six or seven at a time swooped down into the yard. Crows or ravens?  When I saw their huge beaks and heard their deep, croaky voices, I knew–Corvus corax, the common raven.

They came for the pecan scraps, but may have stayed for the eggs and baby birds that I suspect are (or were) out back in the stand of pinyons and junipers.   Twice, I’ve seen a magpie chase  one of them out of the trees.

The Cornell Lab of Ornithology advises on their website, All About Birds, that you can attract common ravens to your backyard by, among other things, “not putting the top securely on your garbage can,” and goes on to say, “these tactics might cause more trouble than they’re worth . . . (they) may then raid nests in your yard.”

What they don’t tell you is how to get rid of them once they have moved in.  Since reading that crows (close cousins to ravens) recognize human faces, I’ve been hesitant to aggravate the smart birds.  I don’t relish one of them spotting me downtown and giving me a public scolding.

Earth Day and the Bluestem Pack

It seemed fitting that the governor of Arizona vetoed Senate Bill 1211 last Tuesday, Earth Day.  The bill, which would have allowed ranchers and their employees to kill a wolf on federal land if caught harming or killing livestock, spent the last  three months making its way through committees and both houses of the legislature.  Citizens voiced their opinions, both for and against the proposed legislation, in calls and emails to state lawmakers and in letters to the editors of local newspapers.

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Mexican gray wolves, reintroduced in Arizona in 1998, are protected by the Endangered Species Act, which also governs the reintroduction program.  In her veto letter Governor Brewer reiterated her support of states’ rights, but also recognized that SB1211 would have conflicted with federal law and called the bill unnecessary.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the battle in the Arizona statehouse,  the Bluestem Pack continued to run and  hunt halfway across the state in the White Mountains.  The most recent monthly report (dated April 24th and prepared by the field team that monitors the wolves’ activity)  located the  alpha pair, a juvenile male, and six pups born in 2013 just south of Big Lake, part of their traditional territory in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forests.

Big Lake  by P. Nixon

Big Lake
by P. Nixon

During March the field team also conducted a predation study and found two elk carcasses that had recently been killed and eaten by the pack. In twelve years of living in the wild, the Bluestem Pack has seldom harassed or killed livestock.

One exception occurred last November when the wolves killed a cow.  The incident, reported by a rancher, was investigated by the field team and was assigned, based on radio telemetry reports, to AF1042 (the alpha female) and  m1275 (the two-year-old male).  Although I don’t know the details, the rancher was likely reimbursed for his monetary loss.

The outcome could have been very different had a law like SB1211 been in place at the time of the depredation.  The two wolves, if caught, could have been shot on sight, no questions asked, leaving the pack without their alpha (breeding) female.  Instead, the Bluestem Pack still runs, intact, and has not killed any more livestock.

It is the season for new litters of Mexican wolf pups, typically born in April or May.  Soon we’ll find out if the Bluestem Pack has any new members.

Note:  On April 23, 2014 Governor Brewer also vetoed House Bill 2699, a similar bill to SB1211.

 

Wonders of April: Mars and Mexican Wolves

Snow is in the forecast this weekend for New Mexico, but the lilac bushes are full of buds and the temperature reached seventy degrees earlier this week.  Summer is inching closer each day.

In the meantime, April offers a great view of Mars and a new wolf pack in the Apache National Forest.

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Earth and Mars to Scale
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On April 8th, last Tuesday, the sun and earth and Mars lined up.  The orbit of Mars around the sun takes about twice as long as earth’s so this opposition of Mars only occurs  once every twenty-six months. For a few more days as the sun goes down, Mars will rise in the east and will be overhead by midnight.  In the morning as the sun comes up, Mars will be setting in the west. The red planet is easy to spot since it is the brightest object in the sky, except for the waxing moon.

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Photo Credit: James Zeschke via Compfight cc

In another rare occurrence, a pair of wolves was released on April 2nd in Arizona, part of the Mexican Gray wolf recovery program.  The special thing about these two wolves is that the male, M1290,  was born in the wild in 2012 and his mate, F1218,  was born in captivity.  The two were paired after the male was trapped earlier this year and have spent the breeding season together in captivity.  If all goes as planned, M1290’s experience growing up in the wild will  help them establish a territory, dig a den (if the female is pregnant), and hunt deer and elk.  When F1218 does give birth to a litter, she will  bring new, much needed, diversity to the gene pool of the wild population.  The Arizona Game and Fish Department filmed the release of the pair, now known as the Hoodoo Pack.

Dark clouds gathered over the Jemez Mountains this evening and the air cooled quickly, no view of Mars tonight.   As I watched from the kitchen window,  the storm moved closer and I thought about M1290 and F1218.  So much depends upon their ability to learn quickly how to live wild.  But tonight they are just two wolves, eyes shining, ears tuned to every sound, running through the ponderosa pines and Douglas firs of the dark, quiet forest..

For more news and information about the Mexican gray wolf recovery program check out this website.

 

Springtime in the Rockies

Tis a month before the month of May,
And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Spring in Colorado!!  When I found Mom’s email on Thursday morning with that subject line, I was certain the photos attached would be of her garden–tulips and daffodils and hyacinths, all in full bloom.  Instead, this . . .

Photo Credit: J. Nixon

Photo Credit: J. Nixon

Winter is slow to retreat here in the Rocky Mountains.  I live 350 miles south of Mom near the bottom of the 3000-mile long range.  On the same day I received her email I was bombarded with a flurry of snow pellets when I stopped, on my way to the mailbox, to admire a forsythia shrub bristling with yellow flowers.

Spring is making inroads each day; a black-billed magpie (Pica hudsonia) has been hanging out at the bird bath in my backyard. I’ve scanned the still-bare trees looking for a pile of sticks that could mean she has nested nearby, but have yet to find a sign.  Inside, the Siamese cat sits near the fireplace, head cocked, listening.  I strain my ears to hear what she hears and wonder if the birds have built a nest near the chimney.

By the time I talked to Mom late Thursday afternoon, most of the snow had melted and she said the crabapple tree in her photo was covered with buds and would soon be full of pink flowers..