A Busy Week for NM Game and Fish

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Photo Credit: CEBImagery.com via Compfight cc

Late last week New Mexico Game and Fish (NMGF) got a call in Raton about a mountain lion suspected of eating a puppy and confirmed it after they killed the young female cat and performed a necropsy.

Just days later, about 300 miles south in Lincoln Country, NMGF was investigating a bear attack.  A man hunting for shed elk antlers in heavy brush startled a bear that bit and scratched him.  The injuries were not life-threatening; he was treated and released from the hospital.  NMGF is still looking for the bear

Both press releases provide a list of things to do to help avoid incidents like these.  It’s pretty basic stuff, but it seems like we need a reminder each year.  I know I found it hard to believe that bears really walked through my backyard until I found the mangled suet feeders.

  • Don’t leave pet food, bird feeders, or trash outside.
  • Bring pets inside at night.
  • Make noise when walking in areas of heavy brush or trees.

And, if you should actually come face to face with either one:

  • Do not run.  Back away slowly.
  • Try to look as large as possible.  Raise your arms. Open your coat.
  • Fight back with anything at hand if attacked.

I have been considering a short camp out in the Gila National Forest (hoping to hear the howl of a Mexican wolf), but I admit these stories make me hesitate.  I have to remind myself that it’s rare to encounter a bear or a cougar and even if they are nearby, their instincts tell them to avoid us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Roundup – Starry, Starry Nights

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xkcd-a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language

The sound of car tires on gravel always seems especially loud before the sun is up.  This morning Dave and I pulled out of our driveway, as quietly as possible, a few minutes after five. We had the highway to ourselves (almost) and a grand view of the full moon.

Earth’s pale satellite was sinking slowly into the juniper-dotted hills south of Santa Fe. Stars winked out as the sun rose behind us, turning the sky pink—New Mexico at its most enchanting. Just before the moon disappeared we passed a herd of wild horses, some with foals, grazing pastures greened with abundant May showers.

It’s my favorite time of year for stargazing. Late evenings and a river of stars bring back memories of standing barefoot on the still-warm concrete driveway in our dark corner of Kansas looking for the pointers in the cup of the Big Dipper. From there it was easy to find  the North Star, Polaris.  It’s not the brightest object in the sky, not even close, but according to this EarthSky post it’s still visible on a full-moon night if you live in a dark enough place.

We love our dark skies in New Mexico, but it takes ongoing vigilance to keep them that way. This recent Santa Fe Reporter story talks about our state’s ’star power‘ and how best to experience it, from low-watt light bulbs to star parties.

At the beginning of summer I always promise myself that I’ll learn more of the constellations. This year there are several new cell phone apps—a handful of them reviewed in this New York Times video—to help accomplish my goal.  Each has it’s selling points, but I am going to hold off for the time being and focus on my new, low-tech planisphere (a Christmas gift) and a small flashlight—its lens painted with red nail polish.

For another view of the universe we are lucky to have the Hubble telescope, recently turned twenty-five. This gallery has a collection of some of the amazing photos it has captured over the years.

Before it gets any later I’m going outside to see if I can spot the North Star.

Have a great week and enjoy these last days of spring!

 

 

 

 

Weekly Roundup – April 13th – For the Birds

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Photo Credit: nosha via Compfight cc

Watching nesting ospreys in Colorado or eagles in Iowa via a live camera feed is  Better than ‘Survivor’  according to recent a National Public Radio story.   So, it seems I am not alone in my fascination with the birds. Last week when a a line of thunderstorms threatened the Midwest, I kept an eye on the Decorah nest and the weather forecast, picturing baby eagles being tossed from the nest or worse,  but they came through unscathed.

The skies cleared over the weekend and  a viewer who lives much closer than I, drove to the maple tree and spent a few hours watching the nest from her lawn chair.  Her report with pictures is posted on the Raptor Resource Facebook page.

Back at my house I suspect that there is a nest or two nearby, but haven’t walked through the trees to investigate.  From my desk I’ve watched two ladder-backs pecking at the seed cake and two robins sipping at the bath.  They’re regulars, in both cases a male and a female visit daily, but I only see one of each pair at a time.  Last night just before dark the robin with the bright yellow beak and showy red breast (the male)  took a long bath.  Splish, Spash: Why do Birds Take Baths? a post on The Nature Conservancy’s blog attempts to answer the question.

The lovely thing about birds is that we can observe them from almost anywhere, the country, the suburbs, even the middle of the city.  This poem, Eye to Eye with a Hawk, about housework and a raptor on the fire escape, was posted on The New York TImes‘ City Room blog.

Enjoy your week and go outside!

Raptors and Cupcakes

Western Screech Owl Photo By Paula Nixon

Western Screech Owl
Photo By Paula Nixon

Our local Wild Birds Unlimited  celebrated its 22nd anniversary today with cupcakes and a visit from the Santa Fe Raptor Center.

On the sidewalk in front of the store a volunteer from the center told the crowd about this tiny western screech owl that lost an eye in an accident and is a permanent resident at the center.  Most of the birds brought in as rescues are rehabilitated and released, once they have recovered from their injuries (everything from collisions with cars to falling out of the nest.)  The little ones are often fostered by the resident raptors until they are big enough to test their wings.

Inside I ate a chocolate cupcake under the golden gaze of a great horned owl.  She calmly observed the gathering of bird lovers, kids, and shoppers from her perch on the gloved hand of another volunteer. Before leaving to run  the rest of our errands, Dave and I checked out the blackboard with a list of recent sightings in the Santa Fe area.

I could do this every Saturday.

Wild Birds Unlimited Photo By Paula NixonWild Birds Unlimited
Photo By Paula Nixon

 

 

Weekly Roundup – April 6th – 12th

Bats in the bedroom? Flickers in the gutter?

7 Gentle Ways to Use a Broom in Spring in the current issue of Orion Magazine tells how to deal with both, plus a few other unwanted visitors.

Female Ladder-Backed Woodpecker Photo Credit: Dave Betzler

Female Ladder-Backed Woodpecker
Photo Credit: Dave Betzler

At my house this week we have woodpeckers at the back patio and eagles in the kitchen via a live feed from Decorah, Iowa.  The third egg hatched last week and the adults are allowing the eaglets, especially the oldest one, a little more time out in the sunshine, but it will still be weeks before they are ready to try their wings.

Today I spotted my first hummingbird of the season at my nectar feeder. According to  Anne Schmauss, in this article in the New Mexican, they arrived right on schedule.  She provides all of the information you need to attract hummers to your backyard.

On a  more serious note there has been lots of news coming out of California the last few days about the ongoing drought and  new restrictions on water use. Drought Tests History of Endless Growth in The New York Times is an in-depth look at the challenges the state faces.

And finally, in celebration of spring and National Poetry Month, a recitation by Tom O’Bedlam of Daffodils by William Wordsworth.

Enjoy your week and let me know if you have seen any hummingbirds in your neighborhood!

Weekly Roundup – Lobo Week – March 23rd-29th

It’s Lobo Week 2015—a time to look back and reflect on the progress that has been made in the recovery and return of the Mexican gray wolf to its native habitat.  Seventeen years ago the first eleven captive-born and raised Mexican wolves (Canis lupus baileyi) were released into the wild.  It’s been a long and contentious process, but a survey completed at the end of 2014 confirmed that there are now more than 100 of the wolves living in New Mexico and Arizona—a long-anticipated benchmark.

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Photo Credit: Mark Dumont via Compfight cc

A critical part of the recovery has been and continues to be the captive breeding program.  Zoos and refuges across the country participate in the Species Survival Plan that saved the wolves from extinction and are the perfect place to get a closer look at the endangered wolves.  Two of my favorites are Wildlife West Nature Park in Edgewood, New Mexico (20 minutes east of Albuquerque) and The Living Desert in Palm Desert, California  (30 minutes south of Palm Springs).  Both have large natural habitats with good viewing areas (don’t forget your binoculars).

One of the facilities that I have not yet visited is the Wolf Conservation Center (WCC) in South Salem, New York, just fifty miles from Manhattan (I won’t venture a guess as to how many minutes that might take!).  Their Mexican wolves are not on display, but are visible some of the time via wildlife cameras in their enclosure and den.  This video shows how the wolves are fed and explains WCC’s philosophy of keeping the wolves as wild as possible by shielding them from interaction with humans.

A highlight of this week’s celebration of the lobo will be the announcement of the winning entries in a contest to name the wolf pups born last spring (38 had been captured and collared at the end of 2014).

As a judge, I had the privilege of reviewing the 91 entries; each included either a drawing or essay.  The kids (kindergarten through 8th grade) amazed me with their knowledge of the wolves and the thought given to assigning names to the newest lobos. It was a blind judging so I, too, am anxious to find out the results!

For lots more information about Mexican gray wolves visit Lobos of the Southwest.

A little late . . . but enjoy the rest of your week and go outside!

Spring!

The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden,
calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.
Walt Whitman

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Photo Credit: Shardayyy via Compfight cc

Dashing around Santa Fe last week, running errands, I saw signs of spring everywhere:  delicate pinkish-white blossoms dressing up the gnarled apricot trees on McKenzie Street, daffodils nodding in front of the First Presbyterian Church, and two dandelions poking their yellow heads out of the grass next to the front door of Cedarwood Veterinary Clinic.

Reviled as they were when I was a kid—Mom had a long-handled tool with a forked end that we dubbed “the toad stabber” to keep the pests from taking up residence in our bluegrass lawn—the first sight of the cheery golden blossoms is as thrilling to me as the first crocus.

On the day after Whitman’s poem* was published in the New York Herald  in March of 1888 a blizzard buried the city.  The poet took heat from irate readers. That’s the spring I know.

Winter is likely to make a snowy, cold comeback in the coming weeks, but I’m willing to bet those two dandelions will be standing tall, ready for wishes, by the time I return to the vet clinic to buy more cat treats.

 *The Walt Whitman Archive

Weekly Roundup 3/16/15

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Photo Credit: Mr.TinDC via Compfight cc

I’ve been spending more time with numbers than words lately trying to finish the taxes so I can get outside and enjoy the first days of spring.

From my desk I’ve noticed a robin hanging out at the birdbath, mostly standing on the edge, sipping, but late yesterday he waded in and had a good splash.

Anne Schmauss’s  recent column in the New Mexican had several tips to help identify backyard birds.  She advises taking the time to really observe the details—size, shape, markings— before opening the field guide.  Following her advice I spent a long moment looking at the robin, noticing for the first time his white eye ring.

Another sure sign of spring is all of the talk of basketball.  Since I don’t have a clue about any of the teams this year (I never really do) I have opted for a different bracket challenge—Mammal March Madness.  Stealing time away from my calculator I have been googling quokkas and numbats, making totally unscientific choices based mostly on cuteness.

Soon our local bears will be waking up and Albuquerque is one city where they are welcome according to this top-ten list of wildlife-friendly cities.  Austin, Texas was rated number one and New York City ten.  In between were some I might have guessed, Portland and Seattle, and a couple I wouldn’t have, Atlanta and Indianapolis.

And finally, do you know one thing that Steve Jobs and Charles Dickens had in common?  A love of walking according to this article touting the benefits not only to our physical health but also to our creativity and problem-solving abilities.

Have a great week and take a walk!

 

 

 

 

 

March Madness Mammals

 

 

Weekly Roundup – March 8, 2015 – Citizen Science

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Sitting in the backyard, drinking hot chocolate, and watching the bird feeder doesn’t seem like it advances the cause of science, but it turns out that it can.  I wrote last month about participating in the annual Great Backyard Bird Count (GBBC)—a citizen science project based on thousands of bird watchers recording and submitting their sightings over a four-day period.

The final results have been tallied and more than 140,000 individuals in countries ranging from the United States to Chile to Saudi Arabia to India counted upwards of18.5 million birds, almost 5100 different species.  The data will be used by researchers to determine the status and health of bird populations around the globe.

In this Yale Climate Connections segment ornithologist Caren Cooper talks about the importance of citizen science, reporting that  “roughly half of the scientific papers she looked at relied on this crowd-sourced data”.

Tiger beetles are the subject of Sharman Apt Russell’s citizen science project that she writes about in her charming story Meet the Beetles (Orion Magazine November/December 2014).  Reflecting on  being middle-aged she writes, ” . . . I do not expect now to ever become a rock star or to go to medical school or to create cool television shows.  But wait, I tell myself.  Turn that idea around.  At every point in life there is still a long list of what we can be.  This is the clarion call of citizen science . . .”

If counting birds or tracking beetles doesn’t excite you, there are lots of other citizen science projects to get involved in.  Two I have recently come across are the great sunflower project which focuses on pollinators and the monarch way station project which helps create habitat for migrating monarch butterflies.

Have a good week and spend some time outside!

Coyote Stories

I was learning that coexisting with nature in all its wild forms is one of the gifts and lessons of this life, one that takes flexibility and creativity on our part. Coyotes are as clever and as driven as any human, and are simply adapting as people pave their world.
—Shreve Stockton in “The Daily Coyote”

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Photo Credit: yathin via Compfight cc

Coyotes are my neighbors.  They run and hunt and raise their young in the piñon and juniper woods just outside of Santa Fe. We all mind our own business, for the most part, but we keep a wary eye on one another.

Picking up my mail late in the afternoon a few weeks ago, I spotted one of the wild canines standing in the middle of the road—less than a hundred yards away.  He was focused on something in the trees and didn’t notice me.  I stood watching him until we were both startled by a passing car.

In New Mexico it’s legal for residents to kill coyotes without a hunting license—there is no closed season and no bag limit.  Two short sentences cover “unprotected furbearers”, a small category which includes only coyotes and skunks in the state’s 137-page hunting rules and information booklet.  This lack of regulation allows the coyote-killing contests for which New Mexico has become known.   Often sponsored by gun shops, the competitions reward the hunter who kills the most coyotes within a designated time period.

There is no doubt that coyotes can be troublesome, raiding chicken coops and preying on livestock.  In my neighborhood their primary diet consists of rabbits and rodents, but more than one house cat has gone outside to nap in the sun or to take a stroll never to be seen again.  Even so, I don’t like to think of coyotes being hunted for sport and many of my fellow New Mexicans seem to agree based on this editorial published in the Albuquerque Journal.

For a moment it looked like our state legislature might pass a bill this session to outlaw the contests.  The proposed law easily cleared  the Senate with bipartisan support, but died in the House Agriculture, Water and Wildlife Committee when, by an overwhelming margin, they voted to table the bill, effectively killing it for the year.

In a few weeks it will be spring.  The adult coyotes that saunter through my backyard in broad daylight will be less visible, busy raising new litters of pups, keeping such close tabs on the youngsters that I’ve never seen one.   But sometimes late at night when their chorus of yips and howls drifts on the breeze that flutters the lace curtains, I’ll listen closely certain I hear the high-pitched voices of the pups chiming in.

Love them or hate them, coyotes continue to adapt to our rapidly changing world, thriving in spite of all efforts to thwart them.