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

 Photo Credit: c.fuentes2007 via Compfight cc

Photo Credit: c.fuentes2007 via Compfight cc

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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Photo Credit: ucumari via Compfight cc

or was it this?

  Photo Credit: Garret Voight via Compfight cc

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”.

 

 

Buck Brannaman and the Horses of New Mexico

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(Wild Horse by James Marvin Phelps)

It’s been a tough summer for the horses of New Mexico.  The news has been filled with stories about a starving herd of wild horses near Placitas and the ongoing debate (pro and con) about the proposed horse meat processing plant in Roswell.

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(Photo by David Betzler)

It was a relief to leave behind the heartbreak and rancor of those horse stories and drive out to Trinity Ranch in Lamy to attend a Buck Brannaman horsemanship clinic last weekend.  A red-tailed hawk soared overhead as Dave and I set up our folding chairs.  Behind us in a nearby corral, a horse whinnied loudly as we settled in.

Outfitted with a microphone headset, Brannaman was in the middle of the arena surrounded by the class participants each standing by his horse, holding a lead in one hand and a training flag in the other.  It was day two of a four-day clinic and Buck was telling a story about his father counting squares of toilet paper.

The 2011 documentary about Brannaman was my introduction to his natural-style horsemanship which encourages the rider to see things from the horse’s point of view. My own experience with horses has been limited to a few vacation trail rides where I was either  dragged under low-hanging tree branches or bounced back to the barn by a bored horse looking for a bucket of oats.  Although I am an unlikely candidate for a spot in the arena, something about Buck’s plainspoken approach (Don’t make me look over there and see you loafin’) compelled me to check out his horse clinic.

A little ways into the ground work exercise, Buck could see that one of the riders, Laura, was have trouble; her pretty black horse was skittish and unresponsive.  He took the horse to the center of the arena where she continued to rear her head and whinny.  Buck showed her what he wanted using his training flag in his calm, unflappable way, over and over.  Within fifteen minutes the horse was more gentle and receptive, hooked on to Buck, recognizing and accepting his leadership.  Handing the reins back to Laura he said, “. . .  probably when you go back to work you’ll ruin half of my work, but that’s just because you haven’t learned all this yet.”

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And, what about the toilet paper story?  When Buck and his brother were kids they enraged their father by using more than their allotment, probably got a whipping for it, and were in trouble for a week.  Buck remembered that a few years later when his stepfather, Ray Hunt, got angry with him for leaving a gate open and letting a cow get out.  But after the chewing out, Ray let it go; it was over.  Buck’s lesson from that, “. . .(Ray would) make his point and get out.  It wasn’t vengeful.  It wasn’t malicious.  He simply did what it took to be effective to get a change and he was done.  In and out.”  And that’s pretty good advice even if you never get on a horse.

It’s Wednesday night.  The Valley Meat Company has still not been able to begin operations at their horse meat processing plant in Roswell due to a restraining order. Good people are taking hay to the Placitas horses and Buck is probably already in Colorado.  He starts his next clinic in Kiowa on Friday.

Starry Nights in New Mexico

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

-Walt Whitman

Tonight I watched Venus set in the west behind the Jemez Mountains. It seems like weeks since it’s been clear enough to check out the summer sky.

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Photo by Darren Kirby

I turned off the lights in the house and went out on the portal where I had a clear view of the Big Dipper overhead.  To the south I could see Scorpius with the red star Antares at its heart and Sagittarius, shaped like a teapot.  Chet Raymo’s book 365 Starry Nights is still my favorite star-watching guide.  I used my original copy until it fell apart and had to buy a new one; it has great line drawings and just the right mix of mythology and science.

To find out  which planets are in view this month I went to EarthSky’s website and discovered that if I get up early enough I will be able to see the trio of Jupiter, Mars, and Mercury.  Not likely . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bluestem Pack – July 2013 Update

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Mexican Gray Wolf by Don Burkett

“What’s a wolf without her pack?” by Karyn Dodier Snow Poems 2013

Every time I read Dodier’s one-line poem I am reminded of F521, the original alpha female of the Bluestem Pack.  Last year I wrote a story, “The Missing Wolves”, about that family of endangered Mexican gray wolves living in the White Mountains of Arizona.  It seems fitting that my first blog entry should be about them.

What follows is a brief history of the pack.  More information is available on the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s website.

Outfitted with radio collars and released into the Blue Range Wolf Reintroduction Area (BRWRA) in 2002, the alpha pair (M507 and F521) learned quickly to hunt elk and deer and after their first year in the wild rarely bothered livestock.  They raised several litters of pups before M507 was killed by illegal gunshot in 2006.  F521 and the other pack members managed to raise the pups-of-the-year after his death and by the next breeding season M806 had joined the pack as the new alpha male.  F521 and her new mate produced a litter of pups, but it would be her last. At ten years of age she was getting old.

In 2009 F1042, one of F521’s offspring with her first mate, became the new alpha female of the Bluestem Pack.  F521 began to travel alone, sometimes running with the Fox Mountain Pack.  In December of 2010 she was shot and killed in New Mexico near the Arizona border.

F521’s legacy lived on as the Bluestem Pack continued to thrive, having new litters each year, but last summer  M806 was killed.  Once again, the pack succeeded in raising the new pups without their alpha male. That is where my story left off.

I thought about the wolves frequently as fall turned into winter.  At the end of the year the Mexican Wolf Reintroduction Project’s interagency field team (IFT) reported that the pack had at least seven members.  I wondered if  they would manage to have another litter of pups; it seemed unlikely with few potential mates for F1042.  But early in January of this year the IFT released a male wolf (M1133) near the Bluestem’s territory  hoping that he would bond with F1042.  It was an important event for the pack and also for the long term success of the Mexican gray wolves–no wolves had been released into the wild since 2008.

But the wolves didn’t bond.  The newly released M1133, traveled alone in areas where he was unlikely to find other wolves according to a press release by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (USFWS) and the Arizona Game and Fish Department (AZGFD) so the IFT recaptured him.  Again, the survival of the Bluestem Pack seemed uncertain.

And then to my amazement, the June  Monthly Project Update  reported that F1042 was denning (staying close to the area where the pups would be born and raised) and had three to five new pups.  I emailed Susan Dicks, a wildlife biologist, with the USFWS and she confirmed that the Bluestem Pack has a new alpha male.  Not much is known about him, but he appears to be an uncollared  wolf.  The IFT will attempt to learn more about him in upcoming survey and capture operations.

So the Bluestem Pack lives on.   Soon the pups will begin to travel with the older members of the pack, running through alpine meadows, weaving through stands of ponderosa pines and aspen trees, learning to hunt elk.