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Rest in Peace

First day with Momo. Exploring Ian’s office. Photo by Ian Cyr.

It’s taken me a few days to process, but my bunny Momo has died. She was 3 years old. Someone dumped her at Chatfield State Park just shy of a year ago and my husband and I had cared for her ever since. She was the sweetest, sassiest, smartest rabbit I’ve ever met. She had an incurable sweet tooth, was an expert at escaping from her pen, and loved to be made much of.

Momo died of something called megacolon, a genetic condition linked to her particular spotted coloring that we weren’t even aware of until she started getting really sick. Megacolon is when the large intestine is abnormally enlarged and the peristaltic movements that allow food to move through the system are severely impaired or absent. As a result, there isn’t a lot of nutrient uptake through the colon’s walls either. She became really constipated a month ago and we had her on 4 different drugs and fluid to help things move through. She was also very thin. At the end she weighed 1.7kg and change. She seemed to be getting better until last weekend when she took a turn for the worse.

We found her body 4th of July morning.

It’s very cruel to breed an animal when the traits you’re breeding into the animal harm the animal. It’s possible Momo ended up with megacolon through a random mutation and it was just a fluke, but lots of rabbits with her pattern are produced through selective breeding of English Spot rabbits in order to produce a standard for show. We need to seriously look at what we’re doing when we breed animals to produce a particular “look.”

I miss my precious girl like crazy.

Sandhill Crane Capital of the World

Sandhill Crane at Monte Vista National Wildlife Refuge in February 2016. Photo by Jamie Simo.

The Sandhill Crane (Grus canadensis) is a large, grey bird standing between 3 and 4 feet tall with a red forehead and a rusty wash on its back and flanks. Every year, western populations make the trek from their wintering grounds in Mexico, New Mexico, and Texas, to breeding grounds in the Northern U.S. and Canada. There is also a more sedentary population in Florida.

Last spring, I went to Monte Vista, Colorado to see them on their staging grounds in the San Luis Valley. Over 20,000 cranes pass through Monte Vista in migration. While this is an impressive number, it doesn’t compare to the number I saw last month in Kearney, Nebraska.

A group of Sandhill Cranes feed in a field near Fort Kearney State Park. Photo by Jamie Simo.

Kearney is known as the “Sandhill Crane capital of the World,” which it rightly earns as over 600,000 Sandhill Cranes migrate through the area every year. The birds are drawn to the combination of sandbars on the Platte River–an ideal roosting place to protect against predators–and the acres of corn fields nearby where they gorge themselves to prepare for their northward flight. The birds begin arriving in late February and leave in early April so the best time to see them for maximum effect is late March.

The weather was cold dreary when I went, which, according to my companions, isn’t unusual for March in the Platte River Valley. Nevertheless, it was amazing. Pre-dawn, watching the mists swirl around the birds as they begin to wake up on the river is truly a unique experience. You have to wonder what it must’ve been like for the first inhabitants of the area to see that spectacle for the first time. And watching the birds come into roost by the thousands approaches the very definition of sublime. The sky will be black with cranes swirling like leaves in a tornado and the sounds of their cries is deafening.

Sandhill Cranes headed to the fields. Photo by Jamie Simo.

It’s impossible to miss the birds when almost anywhere in Kearney, but more dedicated observation spots include Rowe Sanctuary and Fort Kearney State Park. There are also several observation areas along the road.

The peak of crane migration may be coming to an end, but there are also tons of other great birds to see while in Kearney. Shorebirds are starting their northward migration right now, the Snow Geese are massing for their own migration, and there are still plenty of ducks in bright, breeding plumage. It’s definitely worth a trip!

Iceland Travelogue: Day 6 August 13, 2016

Today we went off-script. Although our itinerary had us driving and taking in the sights, after breakfast, I approached the man at the restaurant desk who also happened to be the captain for the boat to Grimsey. At 9am we met him, a local guide, and who I imagine was the captain’s little granddaughter, along with 3 other American travelers from New York.

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On one side, were a couple who easily made a bunch of islands in the shallow bay, each shovelful making a mound. On the other was a female troll with her ox. It was deeper on her side and her shovelfuls only created shoals in the water. It was coming on daylight and the trolls turn to stone in the day. The couple ran to a pass and became stones there, while the lone troll turned to run, but looked back at her handiwork. Seeing no islands for her pains, she grew angry and slammed her shovel into the earth, flinging it out over the water. That shovelful of earth became Grimsey and she rests, a statue, near our hotel.

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Seastars on our boat back from Grimsey. Photo by Jamie Simo

Most of the birds have gone by now, but we still saw lots of puffins, fulmar, shags, and kittiwakes, and we were able to get very close to them. It was amazing, and I’d love to see it in spring with the razorbills and guillemots. The farmer who owns the island keeps sheep there and raises eiders for their down.  All the tires strewn along the beaches are artificial nests to encourage the ducks to stay there. We even got to see starfish, jellyfish, and a purple sea urchin.

Afterward, we had lunch in Húsavík and drove to the seal museum. Small, but very interesting. I had no idea there were so many types of seals. So far we’ve only seen Harbor and Grey. Continuing on our drive, we saw 2 humpback whales breaching and blowing in the fjord.

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Humpback whale breaching. Photo by Jamie Simo.

We ended our day in Sauðárkrókur at a historic wood hotel. It’s noisy here because the walls are thin, but there’s a hot pool outside we took advantage of. It reminds me of the medieval days, though it’s not that old.

Oh, and I finally had horse. It was good, though not as distinguishable from beef as I though it would be. Still, I can say I’ve had it.

Public Lands in Peril

I’m going to get political for this post because it’s time for all of us to get political. Clean air and water are under attack, our civil rights are under attack, and, what I want to highlight here, our public lands are under attack.

A new bill (H.R. 621) introduced in the House last Tuesday by Representative Jason Chaffetz would have the Secretary of the Interior sell off public lands in Arizona, Colorado, Idaho, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Mexico, Oregon, Utah, and Wyoming. Tellingly, the full text of this bill is not available as of this post. This follows on from bill H.R. 5 which states:

In the One Hundred Fifteenth Congress, for all purposes in the House, a provision in a bill or joint resolution, or in an amendment thereto or a conference report thereon, requiring or authorizing a conveyance of Federal land to a State, local government, or tribal entity shall not be considered as providing new budget authority, decreasing revenues, increasing mandatory spending, or increasing outlays.

Conveyance here means “sale, donation, or exchange.”

According to its website, the Bureau of Land Management controls 1 in every 10 acres of land in the United States, including about 30% of U.S. minerals. These lands, which make up national monuments, forests, grasslands, range lands, and wildlife refuges, are used for recreation, hunting, fishing, mining, timber operations, grazing, agriculture, and conservation and contribute billions of dollars to the U.S. economy along with thousands of jobs each year. In 2015, these lands provided a combined $88 billion dollars in economic output and supported 374,000 jobs.

Given the amount of revenue public lands contribute to the economy each year, for that land to not “decrease revenues” or “increase spending or outlays” during its sale, donation, or exchange, it must be worth nothing because it’s impossible to account for all that lost money through a single infusion of cash. So, essentially, this bill states that our public lands are worthless. The Congressional Budget Office is required to calculate the costs of selling public lands (see here), but if those lands are deemed worthless, there’s nothing to calculate. It’s a sneaky, back-handed move made to quickly and easily sell them off. It’s really no surprise that H.R. 621 followed quickly on the heels of this provision.

The land designated for sale is composed of 3.3 million acres in the states listed above. These lands were initially earmarked for sale by Bill Clinton in 2000 with the sale meant to pay for the cost of seeing to the land’s disposal (20%) and paying for the acquisition of other sensitive lands (80%) as a kind of land swap. Under the new administration, however, the intent is merely to reduce the amount of land held by the Federal government and return it to the states for disposal.

The rationale behind selling Federal land to states is that states are more equipped to manage local lands and the land will increase their tax revenue, but studies suggest that states would find it difficult to pay the costs of fighting wildfires, maintaining necessary infrastructure, and managing other needs such as conservation. It is highly likely, therefore, that states would sell the land to private entities for mining, drilling, and developing.

Although the Bureau of Land Management was only established in 1946, its forerunner, the General Land Office, was created in 1812. It has been managing Federal lands in one form or another for over 200 years. Are we content with pillaging that legacy?
Once land is developed, it can never go back to the way it was and once it is sold off to a private entity, it rarely if ever comes back to the public. We’ll be losing a vital resource for the creation of jobs, infusion of cash into the economy, and the preservation of wilderness.

I strongly urge you, if you care about America’s public lands and don’t want to see them sold off or given away, call your Congressional representatives and tell them to vote against H.R. 621. You can find your representatives here as well as ways to contact them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iceland Travelogue: Day 4 August 11, 2016

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Þingeyri. Photo by Jamie Simo.

It rained pretty hard this morning, so I was grateful I’d packed my rain jacket and waterproof pants. I still think this hotel was my favorite so far. It used to be a school.  I’m guessing a boarding school as our hotel in Ísafjörður is clearly still a boarding school in the off-months. There are 2 desks in our room and no pictures or other hotel amenities. The city itself is colorful and it’s the biggest in the Westfjords. It reminds me of the old Lego City sets and I guess it would because they are also European.

We drove up the coast from Látrabjarg and stopped at the Sea Monster Museum in Bildudalur. It was fantastic and fun. We picked up more postcards there and finally wrote some that we posted.

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The main waterfall of the Dynjandi series of waterfalls. There are seven falls in total. Photo by Jamie Simo.

There weren’t many big stops on our drive today, but we stopped a lot for scenery. The highlight of that was Dynjandi, the biggest waterfall in the Westfjords. Dynjandi is actually a collection of waterfalls, each with its own name. It’s definitely a tourist trap, but that didn’t spoil its grandeur. It was annoying to see someone flagrantly ignoring the barrier around some plants to take pictures. Ugly Americans.

We drove all the way to Ísafjörður before we ate, so I was pretty hungry. I really wanted to try the horse at the titular hotel, but they told us dinner was at 6:00pm then switched it to 6:30pm and I had to eat. There’s a cleverly-named restaurant called Thai Koon. Not the Thai we’re used to, but decent for fast food.

All the shops in Europe close early, so we went back to the room and watched Trumbo on the tablet. We can sleep in tomorrow; the Arctic Fox Museum is 20 minutes from the hotel and our entry time is 10:00am.