Beaver friend GTK let me know this was accidentally classified as “private” which has now been changed. Sorry about that! Last night we sat in unbeavered silence until nearly eight O’Clock, when all at once this little muskrat made an appearance, immediately followed by the low over-the-dam flight of two green herons and then voila! A beaver! I was interested in how he’d greet his muskrat neighbor, so I had the camera pointing to the right place! That’s us giggling in the background.
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Years of heading back to school in the fall have left me imprinted with an instinct to buy new pencils and crisp binder paper around this time–maybe even a new pair of shoes. I can’t remember how old I was when I finally realized that September was the End (not the beginning) of the year, but I’m still confused by it.
I actually dislike summer, and August particularly. By this time I’m usually craving cool evenings and long sleeves. I always get a little excited as we start the countdown to September, but this year, I’m also getting a little nervous.
it was September 15 last year that I got the seemingly innocuous email from the city engineer that they were going to “take down the dam a bit” to lower the water level so they could check for holes in the bank. Within a month they had issued a report to allow emergency exception to the standards of CEQA and voted to install a wall of metal through the beavers living room. I was just coming home from my birthday vacation to the coast when I saw our brave city manager and city engineer gathered at the dam and plotting their next moves. I blogged about it here:
I will tell you the most striking finding of the day: staff had not considered the impact of the tides. They were so high that no one would have been able to “drain” off that water. I was asked, “is this because of the secondary dam?” No, I explained.
This is because of the moon.
Is it just me or are you getting a little apprehensive about what “emergency party” the city might decide to suddenly throw before the October 30th deadline? Councilman Ross may have been showing his hand a little when he cautioned that “because of EL NIÑO this year, we might need to make some compromises”. I shudder to think what they imagine we have left to compromise on, but I guess we should all pay very careful attention.
The beavers have been number one in dam-side cuteness for so long it must come as a shock to them that other creatures are giving them a run for their money. Remember when they were the only show in town, and a trip to the dam was entirely focused on them?
Victims of their own success, the beavers built the lovely habitat and now everyone wants a piece of it. First the squaking green heron with the telltale band, then the adorable procession of baby muskrats, followed by those hollywood mink super-starlets with their sunglasses and trailing furs… and now this! The pesky bandit family of 6,7,8 (?) are seen here showing off the very skill beavers lack (climbing) in the very place that beavers most value (willow trees)!
Faced with such an uneven playing field, the beavers have decided to fight fire with fire. Drawing from the teenage-girl-getting-attention playbook they settled in to demonstrate rarely seen behaviors in prominent trademark places to keep audience interest. You think I exaggerate? See for yourself.
Photos: Cheryl Reynolds
This beaver is sitting on the primary dam, grooming himself with his foot in the air like a ballerina from a Degas painting. Quick get the camera!
Yesterday’s interview was much less surreal than I expected it to be – partly because I had so little sleep the night(s) before I was feeling too unreal myself to notice! Still I did learn a few things from the experience. I had a strange sense of freedom to say whatever I wanted, but another equally powerful feeling of responsibility for the interview. Dave was an enthusiastic interviewer, but I realized when I listened again that he often asked me several questions at once, so it was up to me to decide what to answer. In the commercial breaks I would pause and think about what I most wanted to emphasize with the remaining time, and since his questions were very plentiful, I could pick and choose, or, as I did with the salmon issue at the end, just interject.
Hearing Mark Ross on the other line was also interesting, partly because I think he did a really nice job, and partly because I (surprisingly!) didn’t feel angry at him. Since the sheetpile-palooza I have (at the very least) rolled my eyes at the mention of any council person’s name. Yesterday I was just felt happy we were there, and happy the beavers had given him this new experience.
Which leads me to the MOST important thing I realized yesterday, and of course its personal. Given that I understood fairly early on that I could steer the interview where ever I wanted, and that Mark Ross would have to deal with my fall out, I could have spent the whole 40 minutes blasting the city for their stupidity or explained why the tunneling issue was bogus, or explained how we had been harassed even about planting trees, but I didn’t.
Why not?
It wasn’t because I was afraid the city would retaliate against the beavers or me personally. (They do constantly.) It wasn’t because I thought if I was nice they’d be nice, because even I have had ample time to realize that doesn’t work. It wasn’t because I didn’t care anymore or it didn’t upset me anymore, because it still does and I can still do a pretty feeling rant about it.
It was, strangely, because I was more interested in helping ALL beavers than in hurting the city.
I was very aware of the possibility in the interview that someone, somewhere, in Idaho or Maine or Utah, was dealing with similar issues and could be helped by hearing that there are actual solutions that work. I imagined him or her wondering whether this was worth doing and arming them with a list of reasons why beavers are an investment in the watershed. Maybe I imagined myself, three years ago, and what it would have meant for me to hear that interview before I embarked on this “epic tail”.
Anyway, it was a learning experience on many levels. If you’d like to listen, I’ve put it on youtube without comercials. Part I tells the story of the historic importance of the prominence of beavers in the watershed. Part 2 tells how I got involved with our beavers and the way they’ve changed the habitat. Part 3 about the city’s response and the unintended political effects, and Part 4 let’s call “don’t forget the salmon!”
Links to Archived Episode or click thumbnail in sidebar to access parts 1-4
Talk about full circle, this is my initial letter printed in the Martinez News Gazette about the beavers:
Leave the beavers’
I am pleased to read that Mr. Ross believes the main street Beaver family is an asset to Martinez. Certainly whenever I visit the dam it is surrounded by human admirers. One can easily imagine a day when fieldtrips of 2nd graders studying habitat come by the busload to visit its sturdy construction…or news cameras…or conservationists. In the mean time this is an excellent opportunity for Martinez to renew its commitment to rebuilding downtown by commending the constantly rebuilding beavers. When the new county building workers dismantled their old dam, they had the new one built within three days. That’s the kind of work ethic we all can get behind.
A fantastic earthday activity would be the planting of tasty trees along the creek line to encourage our furry friends to stay. I and others would certainly donate funds to purchase trees and a massive planting effort could mark the occasion. Any mosquito problems can be easily solved with fish, and a saturday evening :beaver meet and greet” ending at La Beau’s would be a great revenus builder for the city. Consider holding a city meeting to discuss the issue.
If the city takes the archaic and wildly unpopular stance that the beavers need to be eliminated (or worse destroyed), you will encounter massive public outcry. Just walk down there any evening or morning and meet their constituents and lobbyists. And the obvious campaign slogan for protecting their dam in Alhambra Creek?
Leave it to Beavers.
Heidi P. Perryman, Ph.D.
With a prediction track record like that, maybe I shoulda been in the stock market! Seriously, it’s been quite a ride beavers. Thanks for letting us come along!