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Headline: Girl’s heart devastated by tree

17 August 2009 · Leave a Comment

BY Cedar deArbol, Staff Writer

A tree was felled today, and it broke a little girl’s heart.

The girl blames her mother for making the decision and her father for wielding the chainsaw. The parents blame the poor landscaping decisions of previous owners.

“It’s mother nature,” claimed the girl in her teary argument. “You don’t cut down mother nature.”

Though ardent conservationists and environmentalists, the girl’s parents are baffled. “We’ve always made it clear when we go to get firewood that we only take dead or downed wood. But this is not something we’ve ever said to her,” says the father.

“We want her to learn respect for the natural world, but we’ve left out a lot of that other stuff. She needs to learn to love the world, not worry about its destruction just yet. She’ll learn a lot of that rhetoric later, probably from us. But it has no place in the life of small child,” adds mom.

The culprit turned out to be the girl’s preschool teacher.  Other parents have even commented, “I came in with a plucked flower one morning and a small boy came up and started yelling at me that that was mother nature and I shouldn’t do that.”

In order to prevent the entire class from picking all of the flowers off a bush that stands next to the path to the playground, the teachers have impresed upon the children that the flowers are part of mother nature and need to be left for other people to enjoy.

The tree, a northern white cedar, was chopped down while the little girl was napping. Even though it provided little to no shade for the house it stood next too, the girl was heart-broken to find it missing when she awoke.

The girl’s mother is disturbed because she could come up with no good arguments to counter her daughter’s request not to cut the tree down, except for the parents joint decision to widen the existing stairway leading from the deck to the yard.

The father is convinced that his daughter will never forgive him for dealing the death blow to her favorite tree. He says he is awaiting the bill from her therapist.

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My daddy is Bat-man

3 August 2009 · 1 Comment

Towhead is not a normal kid. How could she be with parents such as us? She is bombarded with useless details about politics and local wildlife, cooking and physical science. Yet she is so much a stereotypical three and a half year old that, if asked what her favorite animal is she’ll respond with a fervent, “Snakes! But only pink ones.”

Sometimes I try to put myself in her shoes . . . a restrictive and dangerous proposition. But I do wonder what it would be like, as a kid, to have mom respond to the question “Where’s daddy?” with “Playing with bats,” “Chasing birds,” or “Getting a deer out of someone’s basement.” And I imagine I would respond the same way she does. “Can I see?”

I think bats are fascinating. First of all there’s echolocation – how cool is naturally-developed sonar! They eat insane amounts of night-flying insects like moths, beetles, mosquitoes, termites, and flies – also very cool.

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Spokane County Parks and Rec does an annual class on Bats of the Inland Northwest. It involves a 20-minute lecture on bats and bat ecology followed by a trip down into a canyon where biologists from BLM (Bureau of Land Mgmt) and WDFW (WA Dept of Fish and Wildlife) capture bats in mist nets and harp traps, and then bring them down the canyon where people from the class can watch them being processed (ie mesured, weighed, etc) and released. Mr. A helped out last year, after getting his rabies vaccine of course. (I teased him no end about getting rabies shots. How can you resist an opportunity like that?)

Mr. A was asked to help again this year, so when the opportunity came up for me and Towhead to register for the class and check it out Mr. A and I figured  Towhead is old enough to stay up that late and has shown some interest in bats, so why not?

First came the 20-minute “class” on bat ecology. What I got out of it:

  • Bats are the only flying mammal.
  • They make up 25% of the mammalian species on earth. With ~4260 species of mammals of earth this means that in the mammalian version of the United Nations (United Mammals?) we get 1 vote, bats get 1065.
  • Some bats can live up to 30 years.
  • A very small percentage of bats are infected with rabies but there are still certain safety precautions you should take, and certain behaviors to watch for to identify a bat that is infected (see this handout for details).
  • Bats often capture insects when flying by scooping them into their tail or wing membranes, and then putting the insects into their mouth. This results in the erratic flight most people are familiar with when they watch bats feeding in the evening.
  • Large quantities of bats on the east coast are being wiped out by White-nosed syndrome, a fungus that infects winter hibernacula (an area where bats hibernate) and kills entire colonies.

What Towhead got out of it:

  • Bats do neat things and are not as scary as they look.

The next three hours involved watching a biologist from BLM handle bats right under our noses.

bat and face

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Canoe Trippin’

18 June 2009 · 1 Comment

I posted the picture of the new canoe, and though we’ve taken three trips so far, I’ve yet to post a picture!!

Well, here are a few from our last trip about three weeks ago.

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We drove south of Spokane to Hole in the Ground, a marshy area right between two finger lakes – Bonney and Rock Lakes. From there we paddled north to Bonney Lake. It was a gorgeous day! 

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Highlights and memorable moments: We saw a huge colony of cliff swallow nests, and were able to paddle close enough to see babies popping their heads out, looking for food.

 

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Lunch on an island mid-lake, where we got to see a garter snake up close as we got out of the canoe. I was pulling the canoe up on some flat rocks when I looked down and saw it about three feet in front of me. I stopped and pointed it out to the Towhead before he slithered off into the brush. No startling “ahhh!”s on either of our parts. Just a quiet, slow “Hi. You can go now.” Mr. A tried to catch it, but didn’t get out of the canoe quick enough :)  I also my first glimpse of poison ivy (yikes!)

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We paddled to the far end of the lake, a bit farther than we were in shape  prepared to paddle, though we didn’t realize that until the last hour of the trip. All of this was based on the fact that someone told us there was a waterfall at the end of the lake – the things we’ll put ourselves through for the sake of a little beauty :) We didn’t get to see the waterfall we were looking for, but we did get to see a waterfall. And lots  of painted turtles. I don’t have any pictures because we spent too much time trying to get close to them and maybe pull one in the boat for the Towhead to see. They were good size – imagine small dinner plate – with the characteristic red around the outer carapace. We got really close but never managed to catch one.

 

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Then there was the last hour. Oh, that last hour was painful. And we almost tipped the whole family and everything that came with us into the lake when we went to retrieve a water gun the Bean (aka Towhead) had dropped into the water for the third time. Combine the long day, near dump into the lake, sore arms, and too much sun (no sunburns though) and the result was me sitting in the bottom of the canoe holding a tearful Towhead while Mr. A tried to navigate the windy path through the marsh by himself – not an easy task.

But that was the only downside of the day. After a Popsicle a wonderful stranger handed us, and a power nap in the truck, the Bean was ready to roar. One of the couples that went with us owns 300+ acres right next to Turnbull Wildlife and Elk Refuge just north of the lake. They fed us salmon, fresh corn, and coleslaw, and gave us a tour of the barns where they have sheep, goats, cows, turkeys, and chickens. Then the adults got to watch as the Bean and the other two kids ran around and tackled each other in the grass.

We head out again this weekend (or at least that’s the plan).

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Where the f* have you been?

21 January 2009 · 1 Comment

damn it's cold

damn it's cold

Working on the railroad. In the kitchen with Dinah. Walking in a winter wonderland.

Buried under six feet of snow for most of December, that’s where. As far as updates and what we’ve been up to there’s lots in the realm of small stuff and not much in the larger, noteworthy realm. Mostly I’ve been occupying my time with domestic shit that makes me by turns happy, and then digusted that I’m happy being so insanely domestic: making granola, baking bread, knitting hats and scarves, mending clothes, reading, arts and crafts with Crazy Towhead. Somewhere in there we go to the YMCA everyday to “play with kids” as CT calls it, or “burn off all that stuff I like to eat but don’t have the metabolism for anymore” as I like to think of it.

In the interests of catching up on all those blog entries I’ve been thinking about posting but haven’t had time for, here’s a short list:

  • I was planning a rather satirical piece about the virtues of shovelling over a foot of snow each day around Christmas. Talk about weight loss plan! Suffice to say it’s over (for now). I love winter and snow, but not when I can’t get out in it because of blizzard conditions or single-digit temps that make my fingers hurt through my heay-duty ski gloves.
  • The next piece I contemplated was one psychoanalyzing my dreams about Stargate’s Dr. Daniel Jackson. And I mean in-depth dreams that lasted almost all night. At first glance it may seem weird that I’m dreaming about a sci-fi TV character that travels to different planets within our galaxy meeting new people and fighting aliens. But really, I suppose my attraction is not that strange. He’s intelligent, sensitive, funny, speaks 26 languages, and can handle a firearm nearly as well as his military colleagues. And his overall personality and appearance reminds me of this wacky wildlife biologist who shares my closet.
  • Obama. I could analyze, potificate, hope, dream, and gush. He inspires me. When it came to our last president I feverently hoped he would prove all my skepticisms wrong; I was disappointed. In this case, I’m crossing my fingers that this president will be half as good as I think he can be. Rhetorically I think he’s brilliant and professional. Personally I think he has the ambition to meet the disaster he’s inherited. I’ll be eagerly watching to see if his rhetoric and his actions match up.
  • Snowshoeing was, for the third year, the most wonderful and fantastic way to celebrate the CT’s birthday. The sun came out and we had a fantastic time. I’ll post pictures soon with the wonderful new camera my sweet hubbie surprised me (and I mean I had NO clue)  with for Xmas. He says the fact that I didn’t get him a fantastic surprise can be paid off in daily massages for the next two months – I knew he had some angle going.
  • Sidenote: I am not allowed to build a fire when I’m sick. The neurons don’t connect right when I have a head cold. I nearly burned the family room down this weekend. Thank goodness Mr. A was home. It’s actually a funny story I may reserve for later. We spent the rest of the weekend singing, “Burning Down the House” to each other at odd moments.
  • I have been a member of the Association for the Study of Literature and Environment for a number of years. I was accepted to present at their conference in British Columbia in June, and I had to email yesterday and tell them I won’t be able to attend. It broke my heart that I won’t be able to see so many wonderful people or hear about all the interesting work they’ve been doing. I may use this blog as a forum for the work I was going to present instead. Stay tuned. 
  • Recipes. Recipes! This has been one of my projects lately. I have so many good ones to post. Again, come back soon.

But in all of this, be patient. I’m also on the hunt for work and checking out preschools for the Towhead. One of my new resolutions is to write more. So if all goes well the blogosphere will be seeing more of me in the next few months. I’d ideally like to start producing more creative work instead of these chatty updates. Though I admit they are a wonderful necessity for family and friends that live far away, they bore me. And if my own writing bores me I don’t do it, hence my less-frequent posting these last few months. We’ll be on vacation for the next couple weeks (visiting family) but after that tune in for your regularly scheduled inanities :)

Categories: Biologist's wife · Crazy Towhead · politics · pop culture

Fly and Dance

4 November 2008 · Leave a Comment

Have you ever seen leaves brought up by the wind, away from their tree at a 45 degree angle, up over the telephone lines in a huge whirl, so that you thought the diamond-shaped wave was a flock of birds?

This morning looking out my kitchen window I was amazed to see so many birds flying together, swirling over the tops of a tree a couple blocks away. Then I realized they weren’t birds, they were leaves. I’ve never seen leaves fly and dance, over around and up like that.

What a beautiful day.

In election news, I am crossing my fingers, praying, standing on my head, and channeling every ounce of universal energy I can get my hands on to see Obama elected. If not I will cry and move out of the country.

In homefront news, Mr. A is having surgery Thursday on his knee for a torn meniscus.

With all the rain, wind, clouds, and increasing darkness I am i feel like I’m living in a dreamworld or fairytale. I just hope today has a happy ending.

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“Mary had a little lamb . . . but I ate it.”

17 May 2008 · Leave a Comment

For Mother’s Day Mr. A and I decided to do something we’ve been wanting to do for awhile but haven’t had the time. And no, I’m not talking about sex. We went on a birding trip with the Audubon Society at a conservation area south of Spokane called Slavin Ranch. It was bitterly cold for a May morning but the area is fantastically beautiful with coniferous forest and sprawling wetland rushes and ponds. And the wildflowers are beginning to bloom (which makes it very hard for me to keep my attention on the birds) :)

While we were walking we got in an interesting conversation with a couple of people in the group about hunting and conservation. One man posed the question, “What gives someone else the right to hunt my animals? If they are on public land they are, by right, part mine. So what gives other people the right to hunt them?” With Mr. A working as a game and non-game biologist, this is a relevant issue for him and a question he not only wants, but needs to have an answer to.

Mr. A’s first and probably most obvious response was “Yes, but as public land it belongs to all of us.” Public lands are held in trust for the American people by the federal government and were set aside with multiple use mandates. There is no one public opinion and therefore no single public use of these pieces of land. Many public lands are set aside as wilderness areas, and the values and uses of these areas are outlined in the Wilderness Act passed in 1964 (I could digress and examine the language in this one document alone. It makes for an interesting analysis, but maybe another day).

Management agencies like the Bureau of Land Management, the National Park’s Service, and federal and state fish and wildlife departments have a responsibility to maintain the health of these lands, particularly wilderness areas, and hunting selected species is often one tool used to keep populations under control. So, for the sake of argument, let’s say that the man mentioned earlier (I’ll call him Bob) is right. The public does not have a right to hunt animals that have been trusted to the rest of the general public. How then do federal and state managers control populations? Bob was speaking specifically of deer hunting so I’ll use that as my primary example. Mr. A and I figured there are a couple options.

Option 1: Reintroduce native predators like wolves. Problem: Deer specifically tend to wander through populated areas. There are enough problems with wolf reintroduction in uninhabited areas. Wolves wandering through the suburbs creates a whole new set of problems.

Option 2: Managing agencies could thin the populations based on need themselves. Problem: Transparency. If a state agency, or any agency for that matter, were to harvest animals there is too much potential for abuse by the members of that agency. There would be public outcry over the whole process. Best solution to this problem? Let the public harvest the animals whose populations need to be controlled. You see the circularity of the problem.

Option 3: Don’t hunt. Problem: Starvation, disease, habitat degredation, general unsanitary conditions from dead deer carcarases littering the countryside.

These arguments seem pretty obvious to me and I’ve heard them numerous times before (though it does help in thinking through the problem.) The best explanation that Mr. A and I settled on boils down to a question of biology.

We are mammals and omnivores. For better or worse, we eat meat. There are several ways we can obtain the meat we consume. One is through commercial farms and dairies (and these range from the local organic farm to the mega-corporation that have crowded and sometimes inhumane conditions). Another is through hunting.

With more and more people becoming conscious of what they eat, both for health and environmental reasons, there has been a growing interest in organic and locally-grown food. While preganant and since the birth of Crazy Towhead, Mr. A and I have begun to learn more about our food and where it comes from. A large source of our learning has come from our involvement with a CSA (community-supported agriculture) while we were living in the Great Basin. This program delivers a weekly basket of organic and locally-grown vegetables and fruits to people who live in town. The subscribers are connected to the farmers via a newsletter and an end-of-the-season “day at the farm.” The “think global, eat local” concept, also popularized as the Slow Food movement, has been explained eloquently and persuasively by Gary Paul Nabhan in his book Coming Home to Eatand in Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, MIracle. The underlying idea in all of this is to know where your food comes from, how it was grown/processed, and to lessen the distance it travels to get to your table. In this way consumers can eat healthier food, support local economies and small-scale agriculture, reduce their carbon footprint, and it encourages people to be more concerned about the health of their own ecosystem since that directly affects what they eat.

Whether people approve of hunting or not, there is no better way to know your own food and where it comes from than to go out and harvest it yourself. When fruit comes from Chile or Mexico we don’t think twice about it but what do we know about the water supply in that area? The vast majority of people eat meat but a small fraction of those know where that meat came from, what that animal was fed, and thus know very little about what they’re eating. Most don’t want to know. And that’s OK. There are parts of biology and anatomy that are not all that appetizing. But as Mr. A said, “The only person who I think has a right to object to me, or anyone, hunting is a vegetarian.” And we do have a number of vegetarian friends. Ironically a large number of them will eat game meat. We’ve jokingly dubbed them “gametarians.” Perhaps this is because most of the vegetarians we know don’t eat meat because they object to the way meat is raised and processed in this country. But most of them don’t object when they know the animal lived a life in the wild, who shot it and how it was processed.

 Given the consumption rate of first world countries, the US in particular, it seems to me that we have an ethical responsibility to choose (when possible) what we eat and how that food is produced. Whether they exist on public or private land, isn’t hunting selectively better than eating meat from a corporate farm that potentially abuses the animal, or kills it an inhumane way, and pollutes the surrounding environment by the concentration of animals it packs into a smaller space (ie feces concentration in the local water supply)?

So Bob, the answer Mr. A and I came up with is this: It is more than anything else a question of biology - we eat other organisms to survive.  If we are concerned about our environment and the species that co-exist with us then we should be more concerned about where our food comes from and how we harvest it. And if that’s the case the main ethical question should not be whose land it’s on or whether we should kill other organisms in the first place, but how do we better connect with what we eat. How do we change our habits so that our bodies, our deer, and our ecosytem beneft from a necessary biological exchange?

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You know you’re married to a ornithologist when . . .

4 April 2008 · 1 Comment

you immediately assume that the round, off-white colored things in plastic bag on the table are bird eggs. Until you look closer and realize they’re for the foosball table.

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