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.

 

 

Step outside and look up . . .

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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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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

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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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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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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!

What Big Feet You Have: The Mexican gray wolf in New Mexico

Photo Credit: Rebecca Bose

Photo Credit: Rebecca Bose

The two  Mexican gray wolves pictured above remind me of my favorite wolf story, recounted by Barry Lopez in his 1978 book Of Wolves and Men.

Before a wolf was brought into their classroom, a group of grade-school children were asked to draw pictures of wolves.  The wolves in the pictures all had enormous fangs.  The wolf was brought in, and the person with him began speaking about wolves.  The children were awed by the animal.  When the wolf left, the teacher asked the children to do another drawing.  The new drawings had no large fangs, They all had enormous feet.

Once native in portions of Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and northern Mexico, Mexican gray wolves, or lobos as they are called in Spanish, are critically endangered with only about 75 living in the wild. Rebecca Bose, curator at the Wolf Conservation Center, gives us a closer look at these wolves in her photographic essay.  

Fifteen years ago the first lobos were reintroduced in Arizona.  Today, proposed changes to the rules governing the recovery effort may help their numbers increase.  According to this article in the Santa Fe New Mexican from a few days ago, the new deal would allow the wolves to be released directly into New Mexico for the first time and they would  also have more room to roam.

If all goes as planned, we New Mexicans will be more likely to hear the  howl of wolves in our state once again.

Blue Moon

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I arrived at home last night just in time to see the blue moon (the third of four full moons in a season) at its peak, 7:45 pm in New Mexico.  I was ready to step out on the front porch to enjoy it when we received an email from a neighbor.

He had seen this

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or was it this?

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Photo Credit: Garret Voight via Compfight cc

just moments before in the backyard.  I once saw a bobcat  during the day walking along our fence line and it didn’t scare me much at 25 pounds or so, but I still don’t really want to startle one in the dark.  The mountain lion is a whole different deal.  I don’t fancy encountering one of them day or night.

I decided the best place to view the full moon was from the window in my study.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend in the Desert

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Photo Credit:  Riviera by James Marvin Phelps

I first visited Nevada on a family vacation when I was a kid.  After spending a July night in the Mojave Desert  camping out at Lake Mead, we were all ready to check-in at a motel with a swimming pool on the Las Vegas Strip next door to the Riviera.  We were wowed by the lights and Englebert Humperdinck’s name on the marquee next door..

Last weekend my husband, Dave,  and I visited Las Vegas to see family and to take in a show.  The temperature hovered at about 100 degrees, dipping below 80 degrees at night, amazingly pleasant.  Last month National Public Radio (NPR) did a story about people who visit nearby Death Valley in the middle of the summer to feel some of the hottest temperatures in the world.  I wasn’t up for that, but did want to experience the Mojave in some small way.

As we climbed the steep driveway to my in-laws’ house in Boulder City, I noticed bushes with little “cotton balls” on them.  My mother-in-law, Mary, told me they were creosotes bushes that bloom yellow in the spring.  I have been visiting her at this house for more than twenty years and had never noticed them.  I went back outside and broke off a piece of one to take a closer look.

Creosote Closeup

Creosote bushes (Larrea tridentata) are the most common perennial in this part of Nevada.  Real drought survivors, these along the driveway thrive on six-inches or less of rainfall a year.  My little sample is all dried out after a week in a plastic bag, but it still has the distinctive smell of camphor that is especially noticeable when it is wet–in the the desert they call it “the smell of rain”.