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The California Quail is one of my favorite birds. One was spotted on the otherwise charmless sheetpile wall of the beaver dam this summer but unfortunately didn’t stick around. Their dingle-ball headpiece makes them easy to recognize, and I’m never happier than when I see a cluster of baby quail string along behind their parents in a line as if on wheels. It is discouraging how few we see now, I have certainly seen more turkeys this year than quail, and I bet you have too. Part of this has to do with loss of habitat and the ever encroaching human-footprint.

Brush piles provide  important refuge for quail and other wildlife. Eco-friendly souls create these wildlife Oasis in gardens and around open space to encourage protected use. On Saturday beaver friend Brian Murphy from Walnut Creek Open Space, and Elaine Jackson from the Native Plant Society will be teaming up with volunteers to build brush piles at Strenzel Meadow, the restored habitat near the gravesite of John Muir. Members of Worth A Dam will be there and would love your help.The work party starts at 9 am at strenzel meadows and if you’re interested you should contact Elaine and let her know. Bring gloves, water, and good cheer.

Added bonus? After a morning of building brushpiles, I’ll bet you will have new insight into what it takes to build a lodge!


Ahhh you have to love the BBC when it comes to nature photography! They always offer the kindest insights. I don’t exactly agree that the beaver is “only interested in the bark”. I believe he’s gnawing rapidly through that trunk so that the tree will fall in the water and that moose won’t be able to steal as much of it. But it’s a nice idea, and certainly one reason why beavers might “time” their tree felling to avoid giving a free lunch.

Three yearlings this morning at the dams, which are looking sturdy. Please take a moment to vote in our newsletter-naming poll. The average completion time is 30 seconds. I promise it won’t be annoying. Help us pick the right title for our Newsletter

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If you were born between 1965 and 1975 you probably couldn’t avoid hearing the Carpenter’s tune or seeing the film about some camp misfits who identified as buffalo advocates. I was thinking about buffalo this week because one of Hope Ryden’s contentions is that no animal in America was hunted as fiercely or as extensively as the beaver. I thought about the rail trains that would drive out to the great plains just so men could shoot the great beasts from the car. I thought about pelts taken with meat that was never used for food, and I wondered if she was right. There were once an estimated 60,000,000 bison in North America.  We seem to have set some fairly deadly plans for several species.

Then I remembered that buffalo lived in the great plains and beaver live everywhere there’s water in every state of the union except Hawaii.. Beaver slaughter had already been at its peak for two hundred years before the fur trade turned its attention to Bison. In fact, it was the demanding European market for beaver fur that drove the Buffalo hunting of the 1800’s.

The near extermination of the American Bison did not occur just in a few short violent years. The fur trade, which began in the 1600s, initially focused on beaver but then demanded that bison (buffalo) robes be shipped to Europe. By the early 1800s, trade in buffalo robes and buffalo tongues significantly increased and caused approximately 200,000 bison kills annually on the plains. The 1830s to 1860s were the four decades in which most of the slaughter of bison occurred. Wagon load after wagon load of robes, tongues and, occasionally, selected cuts of bison meat, moved east. Soon, collection and shipping of bison bones to eastern cities where they ground up for use as phosphorous fertilizer or bone char became common. The arrival of the railroads further exacerbated herd conditions for the bison and by the early 1880s there were only a few free-ranging bison.

From “America West” courtesy of the National Bison Association

By the 1900’s Americans had started to realize that a natural treasure was in danger of being lost. The American Bison Society was formed and Theodore Roosevelt was its first honorary president. Roosevelt was a famous hunter but also a sportsman. He understood the difference between, say, tracking and shooting a deer you’ve followed for days and tagging some domesticated quail that were just released for your target practice. Sadly beavers had no such champion, and there was never an “American Beaver Society” formed.

 

Speaking of children, the children’s art tile project generated some media interest and we’re hopeful the council smiles on it tomorrow night. Stop by and lend your support, we’re scheduled early and need all the friends we can get.


Photo: Cheryl Reynolds

Our intrepid photographer snapped this picture of a young bobcat out at Los Vaqueros reservoir yesterday. She was looking for birds and beavers but you never know what you might find. The bobcat is the most widely distributed cat in all of North America and it gets its name from the appearance of it’s “bobbed” tail. It’s a stealthy, fierce hunter of rabbits and rodents, and can adapt to the demands of just about any terrain.

Since the bobcat is our most common big cat, they are a frequent visitor in native mythology. The Shawnee tell an origin story of how the bobcat got his characteristic spots. Apparently he had successfully cornered a very intelligent rabbit, who convincingly seemed to accept his fate, congratulated bobcat on his prowess, and suggest he start the water boiling so that he could eat him more quickly after the inevitable kill. Bobcat thought this sounded like a great idea and set about laying a fire and getting it going. The wily rabbit leaped into the center of the fire and out again, spraying hot coals all over bobcats fur before making a quick getaway. Thus bobcat was forever left with telltale singe marks on his coat.

A secondary moral in the myth (from the bobcat’s point of view) is “never take advice from your dinner”. Alternatively, from the rabbit’s point of view the lesson is more simple, “Stay calm. Keep talking and give meaningless praise. The man who is proud of his cruelty will believe anything.”

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