Monday, April 2, 2018, 6:30 PM – 8:00 PM Since their near eradication in the early 20th century, beavers have made a surprising comeback. Today, beavers have returned to many streams and waterways of Seattle, including Yesler Swamp in the Center for Urban Horticulture’s backyard. Come join us as we discuss beavers, tour their work, and potentially view some busy beavers in action. , Ben Dittbrenner (UW School of Environmental and Forest Sciences), will provide a presentation on beaver life history and ecology. Samantha Everett, local beaver expert, will lead a tour through Yesler Swamp, stopping at active beaver areas with some potential beaver viewing. Since beavers are nocturnal, we’ll be starting our tour after dark, so we have the best chance to view them.
If you are interested in the tour portion, please bring a flashlight!
How fun! I wish I could be there and heard from Judy and Jim of Port Moody that they’re coming.
Children watching beaver in urban environment Martinez, CA
Apparently Cincinatti Ohio never got our memo about beavers dispersing in February because this was on the news.
Beavers in the Ohio River are quite common, but rarely are they spotted in the city.
The beaver was caught on video emerging from the water at Smale Riverfront Park near the Roebling Suspension Bridge. The video was shot by viewer Jess Summers.
The little beaver briefly walked around on the flooded park’s walkway, then disappeared back into the Ohio River.
Humans are encroaching all over the world, moving into wild spaces that used to be left to the creatures who we call ‘animals’. It is estimated that by the next census more than 80% of the population will live in urban areas, not just in the US. It’s true from Canada to Wisconsin and Peyong. This means we are forced to cross paths with wildlife more and more often. And we need more and more articles like this to show the way.
Bear season isn’t far away in the Tri-Cities and, with it, a focus on managing attractants such as garbage. But there’s more to living with bears and other wildlife than keeping our food waste inside until it’s time for pickup.
Urbanization affects how wildlife moves through watersheds — and, FYI, we all live in a watershed. Development fragments and destroys wildlife habitat. Wildlife must then adjust to an ever-changing world, seeking new habitat to forage for food, hunt for prey and raise their young.
We can minimize stressful encounters and potential conflict with wildlife by being aware of the diversity of wildlife around us, by using common sense and by employing preventative techniques. Bear and coyote sightings, for example, often increase as a result of humans providing a food source.
What a wonderful way to start an article! Remember it wasn’t very long ago that we were writing about the fact that conservationists are noting that the green areas inside cities are often the greatest boost to biodiversity.
Recently, I sat down with local beaver advocates Jim and Judy Atkinson. I wanted to hear about their more than 25 years of experience living in Jasper National Park and how they had come to have such a deep appreciation and passion for so many of our native wildlife.
First deer, then elk, came into town annually to give birth, where the urban environment afforded them temporary protection from predators. As they were understandably protective of their calves, Parks Canada eventually had to deter their return by fencing off large grassy areas on which the elk liked to graze (school grounds and fields), and to dissuade them from coming into town by waving hockey sticks with plastic streamers attached
Returning to the industrious beaver, I am further enlightened by the Atkinsons. Beavers have existed for the past 30 to 60 million years. Spanning some 300 years, beaver trapping occurred ahead of European settlers and decimated the mammals’ population to 1% of its original numbers.
Today’s society, therefore, has not co-evolved with beavers. The Haida First Nation, on the other hand, has long recognized the interconnection between beavers and salmon. Beaver dams create ponds that provide resting areas for migrating salmon and make ideal nurseries for juvenile fish by creating complex edge habitat, increasing insect food supply and contributing beneficial woody debris into the ecosystem.
Excellent! Jim and Judy are the gifts to beavers that keep on giving! I’m so grateful for their work and that our paths crossed. I wish this article was syndicated to appear in a million newspapers. Here in Martinez understand very well that the benefits of urban beavers aren’t just for salmon, but for the lives of all the people who protect them.
Quill: Lori Preusch
Which brings me to the donation we received yesterday from enormously talented artist Lori Preusch of Dandelion based in Colorado.
Her stunning illustrations capture the gloriously incongruous magic of childhood and wildlife in all it’s impossible splendor. She generously sent a large studio print and several cards sets which we are thrilled to add to the auction. I can’t tell you how mesmerizing they are to look at, so I thought I would share some of the images.
Here was her generous response when I asked for a donation:
I would be happy to donate to your Worth a Dam festival. You have no idea how much beavers have played a role in my own life. In fact we have one of those flow devices on our property which we call the “beaver deceiver,” because of a similar situation we had regarding neighbors who didn’t enjoy the beavers as much as we do. I live with beavers every day and adore them. Let me know what your deadline is and if you have an image or two in mind that you think would be particularly appreciated by your group. I am sorry to say that I do not yet have a beaver image but will I am sure at some point. I’ll wait to hear from you and then send a few things your way. Lori
Rhapsody: Lory PreuschAnother Tale: Lori Preusch
1000 stories: Lory PreuschHeart of Spring: Dandelion
This was the image I saw online that made me track her down originally. I’m honestly not kidding when I say go check out her website. You will spend an hour just drinking in her images. When I see them I remember that magical portal I could step through freely as a child, either with a wondrous new book or with a fanciful story and a willing imagination. She is an amazingly talented with an eye for wonder.
Five years ago this morning at exactly 4:48 two very important things happened. The first was that I received a private link and password from Jari Osborne to the site where her just complete documentary for CBC “The Beaver Whisperers” was waiting for my preview. We had corresponded a great deal during its making and she wanted was excited to share the finished product. This allowed me to watch what Canada would view months later in all its glory.
I remember starting to cry with happiness during the opening sequence.
Then the phone rang. (Nor a common thing at 5 in the morning.) It was my mother calling me to let me know my father, who had been ill and worsening, had died during the night. The facility where he was had just let her know and we were all supposed to meet there at 6:30 to pay our respects before they collected the body.
The tears changed considerably, but I actually remember that I finished watching the documentary while I was waiting for the sun to rise and Jon to get off night shift.
The irony is that during the course of the film’s production I had learned that the assistant producer’s (who originally contacted me) had lost her father, and as I got to know Jari the producer better I learned that her father had also died during the making of the film. And here I was watching the film and learning my own father had died during the night.
My father, who was the very first person on this earth I happened to see our beavers with.
Well, five years have passed. I am much older and maybe a little wiser. The Canadian documentary was well received and resulted in the adapting of one for PBS. What else has changed? The beaver story has moved a football field in that time and our own beavers went through so much that I can’t even begin to list it all. Our website looks better. Jon is happier now that he’s retired. And I like our new deck.
One of things Jari told me a year after her father passed was that her family all got together to eat her his favorite foods, do the things that he loved and remember him. It sounded like a good idea to me, so family and friends are coming today to do the same.
Sometimes you have one plan in your head all laid out, (like for example expecting so many for dinner and getting out the right number of plates) and then a new piece of information descends upon you like a fresh dusting of snow that means that changes everything (you find out there are two more guests coming than you expected and you no longer have enough plates in one set so you decide to use paper).
This was my morning when I was prepared to write about one thing and saw this delight instead and it just changed everything.
Some years ago, during a canoe trip down the Dumoine River in Quebec, I saw a piece of wood floating in the water. It had been worked by beavers, and, stripped clean, looked lovely. I picked it up and brought it along — across several portages. This was the beginning of what I call my collection of “beaver sculptures.” It has since grown to include well over 100 pieces.
I never take them off the dams or the lodges, on principle: that is for their construction. (Besides, those have no protruding parts, and so are less interesting.) Some I pluck straight out of the water, which usually means that they have been left there recently, perhaps the previous night. The bark is partly or wholly removed, which renders the wood either clean beige (sometimes close to white) or else interspersed with clusters of bark that can be brown, black, and occasionally red.
Other sculptures I find on the land, and occasionally under water. Some of these have been around for a long time, which has turned them gray, dark brown, even black.
I have a snobby friend who insists that this is not art. “Okay,” I reply, “then it is craft.” That is the difference between beaver sculptures and driftwood: both can be lovely, but only one has been worked by skilled craft, not just by nature and time. It’s amazing how many different shapes can come from these mammals, simply engaged in gathering food and building structures.
I personally believe that some of these sculptures merit display. I check every day for an email from the New York Museum of Modern Art begging me to exhibit them. Otherwise, the exhibit belongs in a museum of nature. In the meantime, 35 of them are displayed in the country house: on the walls, the floor, the fireplace, hanging from the ceiling — wherever.
Ahhh Henry! What a wonderful collection and appreciation you’ve shared with us. I love your curation and wrote this morning to thank him. He already wrote back and said there were more of his specimens to admire here. As the official ‘curator’ of our beavers work at I have seen countless children finger and admire those chew marks at events around the state. One chew we used for display was even stolen because it was so much admired!
In our city we have become expert fans of this art and the backyard looks like a beaver-munched museum. I personally have received gifts of chewed sticks beaver friends have brought me from Oregon, England and Georgia. And I have photos of beaver chews from as far away as the Ukraine. This remains one of my favorites, although Henry says he’s not sure he even believes it’s real.
Here at beaver central we are especially fond of chews-you-can-use. In accordance with our mission we like to showcase how wildlife appreciates and incorporates these pieces as well.
Green heron using beaver chew to fish: Cheryl Reynolds
Beaver questions from around the world find their way to Martinez. Yesterday I was reminded I had a very weird life. I received an email written by a man who said he works as journalist for a cultural quiz show on the Need a punchline? The email was addressed to “Mr. Martinez“.
(Well, I’ve certainly been called worse things in my life.)
I also heard from our old friend Caitlin McCombs of the famed Mountain House Beaver story who is now snugly at Boston College working on her journalism degree and has decided to author a paper on the environmental destruction caused by the fur trade. She wondered if I could point her towards any resources on the impacts of removing beaver?
Then I heard from our English friend in Kent who sent along this video. You must watch all the way to the end because the NOSE CLOSEUP is the very best part.
Even if it is single-themed, my odd little life is apparently very multi-cultural.
One of the civics lessons from my high school government class that stayed with me was reading a passage about how the younger generation was lazy, selfish and disrespectful compared to how valuable their parents had been at that age – and learning that this familiarly insulting diatribe had been written in ancient Greece. We always think our generation was the best. Here’s a fine example from the 1624 book The Wise-Man’s Forecastagainst the Evill Time, Thomas Barnes, the minister of St. Margaret’s Church on New Fish Street in London, bemoaned:
Youth were never more sawcie, yea never more savagely saucie . . . the ancient are scorned, the honourable are contemned, the magistrate is not dreaded.
I’m going to do you a favor and post something that will clarify for you that this younger generation is nothing to be afraid of. Watch this now. You will thank me for it.