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An Earth Day Poem: Cool Critters

Friday, April 27th, 2012

In honor of Earth Day, I have decided to share a poem that I wrote many years ago. It is a clear reflection of my early wonder and awe at the diversity of life. My brother Dan, who plays in a well-known Denver band called Dogs in the Yard transformed the poem into a song, which can be heard on the kid’s page of my website. I play it at author visits too. It’s actually turned into somewhat of an elementary school hit!

Cool Critters

Our planet has so many faces,

living in the most amazing places:

jungles, prairies, deserts dry,

oceans deep, mountains high.

  

There are hogs and frogs and prairie dogs,

bugs and slugs with funny mugs,

rats and bats and little meerkats,

wallabies and manatees.

Cool critters.

Beauties, and beasts, and itty-bitty twitters.

They’re down in the holes, they’re under the ice,

the seals and salmon, the moles and the mice. 

Everybody loves cool critters.

 

Our earth is home to many creatures.

Each one has its own features:

scales, feathers, fur or quills,

tails, talons, fins or bills.

They flutter, jump, swim or walk,

and with each other they can talk,

with whistles, chirps, howls or brays

clicks or hoots or roars or nays.  

 

There are hawks and fox and river crocs,

slimy snails and humpback whales,

white rhinos and buffalos,

cockatoos and kangaroos. 

And if you take the time to look,

on a hill or in a nook.

Who knows what you might come across,..

a spider or an albatross?

An albatross?!?

 

Don’t forget the flying moths, and two-toes sloths,

small aardvarks, great white sharks,

elephant seals and moray eels.

And everyone’s looking for their meals. 

Cool critters.

In herds, and packs, and pods, and litters.

They’re under the seas, they’re high in the skies,

the birds and the bees, the fish and the flies.

Everybody loves cool critters.

 

-Brooke Bessesen, circa 1995

Calling All Whale-Lovers and Would-Be Scientists

Friday, February 24th, 2012

People frequently tell me they have always loved animals and wish they had followed their dream of working with them. Many are also intrigued by science and would be thrilled to play even a small role in discovering something new. Well now there is an opportunity for those people—for you—to become citizen scientists and contribute to knowledge of whale communication. You can even do it right from your computer. It’s called Whale FM.

 

This exciting online program was developed by an innovative team of researchers who realized more ears are better when it comes to analyzing acoustic data (that is, sounds). Orcas and Pilot whales use sophisticated arrays of sounds, or calls, to communicate with one another. By recording those calls with hydrophones and studying them, scientists may begin to understand what the whales are saying.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to help the researchers group similar sounding whale calls together. Basically, you are presented with an audio clip of one call along with a spectograph and an oceanic map showing where in the world the call was recorded. Then you are given several other clips that are potential matches. After carefully listening, you decide whether a pair can be made. It’s a fun challenge. Forget the game apps, this may become your new addiction!

Moreover, if/when these whale calls have someday been translated into a language humans understand, you can tell your grandchildren that you were part of the research team. I tend to think those would be some pretty solid bragging rights.

Nature is a Mother

Sunday, January 22nd, 2012

A small group of kayakers paddled alongside the shores of the Osa Peninsula in Golfo Dulce, sunlight reflecting emerald rainforest on the cerulean sea. Oaring their way around a tip of land and into a serene bay, the threesome unexpectedly came upon an enormous Humpback whale. At first delighted, the people quickly realized the fifty-foot leviathan was behaving strangely. It was swimming slowly and in circles. Concerned, the kayakers stopped at a safe distance and watched.

The whale descended. Minutes passed. When at last it rose again, it began breathing heavily as if in pain. Its blowhole gapped open and closed with increasing strain. The kayakers ached with compassion, their fiberglass crafts bobbing over tiny ripples caused by the labored inhalations. What, if anything, could be done to help the distressed whale? Was it dying? Suddenly the water flashed crimson. Great plumes of blood swelled from the behemoth as it drew a final jagged breath and slipped below the surface.

As the kayakers peered down at the black form, an odd movement twisted the depths. Moments later, a small wrinkled mass surged upward and broke the water’s surface—a newborn calf—pushed into the daylight by its mother for its first sweet breath of air. The kayakers had watched the birth of a Humpback!

When one of the men told me this story years after its occurence, his eyes twinkled with a hint of tears. Such emotion seems inevitable. Whales have long inspired reverence in the human heart, and having seen other kinds of babies born myself, I know the miracle of nativity leaves no witness untouched. But their experience was made even more amazing by its rarity—only a few people have ever seen a Humpback delivered! Despite years of research, mother whales still keep their secret. Magnificent titans, they surface and dive like black stitches across blue fabric, weaving mysteries of life we have yet to unravel.

Time to Celebrate!

Friday, November 25th, 2011

Humpback whale breaches in Golfo Dulce

Jump for joy! The impending Yellowfin tuna farm permitted for construction near the mouth of Golfo Dulce has been stopped! As Jorge would say, “Yipy!” In early November SETENA (Costa Rica’s Environmental Secretariat) took decisive action when it ended negotiations with Granjas Atuneras de Golfito S. A. The foreign interest conglomerate had been pushing for seven years to develop the tuna farm but was finally blocked after failure to comply with a Supreme Court order to perform an environmental impact study.

Well, they might not have conducted an investigation in Golfo Dulce, but Jorge and I certainly did. It was the tuna that first spurred our research. In January-February 2010 we undertook our first multi-species sighting survey to collect and publish baseline data on sea life before the area could be changed or damaged by a mariculture project. The interesting findings from that study, which were presented in my 2010 project report, justified funding for the recent extension survey in July-August of this year.

Which brings me to my second bit of exciting news: The Rainy season extension of the multi-species marine sighting survey in Golfo Gulce, Costa Rica, July – August 2011, final report and comparative summary is now available. This new paper not only illuminates details of our 2011 (rainy season) findings but offers a comparative look at the 2010 (dry season) data.

All our sighting points from both surveys (red = dry season 2010, purple = rainy season 2011) reveal high-use areas for marine fauna inside Golfo Dulce.

In fact, if you combine both surveys, Jorge and I logged a total of 55 days on the water for a total of 424 observation hours. And we recorded 458 sightings for over 38 species of marine wildlife! Whew!

What were the highlights?
  • Well, our data indicate that Humpback whales from both northern and southern hemispheres utilize Golfo Dulce. Birthing events were reported to us during both seasons and we personally witnessed nursing.
  • We identified over 80 individual Bottlenose dolphins inside the gulf. We also documented skin disease in the population, which could possibly be linked to human activity.
  • Along with sightings for Olive Ridley sea turtles and critically endangered Hawksbill sea turtles, we found Golfo Dulce to be a year-round breeding and feeding ground for hundreds of Pacific Green sea turtles!
  • And by marking the distribution of pelagic sea snakes, we revealed a resident colony of xanthic (all-yellow or predominantly yellow) pelagic sea snakes in the upper reaches of the gulf.

What an honor to be able to share these incredible insights—Golfo Dulce is clearly an important marine habitat for many species! BTW… I’ve posted photos and video of several animals in previous blogs and on my Facebook page, so you might want to browse around.

Now that Golfo Dulce is no longer under imminent threat of a tuna farm, there is  time for even more research. Many excellent biologists are conducting studies on specific species and their emerging data is just as exciting as ours. In fact, there is every indication that Golfo Dulce will gain international recognition as a rare tropical fiord with a unique ecology. So thanks to everyone who worked so hard to protect it!

Jorge holds up a Yipy candybar during our 2010 survey. It became a running joke between us.

Do I Know You? Building a Foto-ID Catalog of Bottlenose Dolphins in Golfo Dulce

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

Dorsal A lives in Golfo Dulce, Costa Rica

Most of you know I have been working toward identifying the Bottlenose dolphins (Turciops truncatus) inside Golfo Dulce. After my first round of research I was able to recognize about 40 individual dolphins, some of which can be seen in my 2010 report. Now, after two years of laborious investigation, I have come to identify about twice that many!

You may be wondering how exactly one goes about identifying dolphins.

Well, pioneering biologists studying various species discovered ingenious ways to distinguish individuals. Jaguars have unique spots.  Gorillas have unique nose prints. Dolphins have unique dorsal fins. By examining the shape, natural markings, scars and trailing edge, a dorsal may appear as distinct as a fingerprint. 

Of course dolphins don’t sit quietly at the surface while you study the intricacies of their dorsal patterns, so ID work is best done through photos. A good close-up photo allows us to visualize, even trace, the dorsal outline. Once we “know” this dolphin, we can often recognize it from a distance. We can then go back and look for it in other sighting photos and thus begin tracking its movements, as well as associations with fellow dolphins. It’s a tedious task, yet also exciting. Every sea of dorsal fins suddenly becomes an intriguing puzzle of who’s-who!

If you followed my facebook page, you may remember seeing a picture of a Bottlenose named Dorsal A. Dorsal A was the first dolphin Jorge and I recognized during our 2010 survey.  With a fully severed fin, it’s no surprise that Dorsal A stood out in the crowd. But variances are rarely so obvious. Here are a few more of Golfo Dulce’s Bottlenose dolphins to test your discerning eye:

There are similarities. But take note of EVERY mark—especially nicks and notches in the trailing edge that could be seen from either side. Would you recognize these individuals if you saw them again? With side-by-side photos, I suppose you would.

Okay, so now you are probably wondering, why go to so much trouble?

Researchers create Foto-ID catalogs and databases to expand scientific understanding of dolphin populations and their habitats. That is my goal for the Golfo Dulce group and I hope to rally other Golfo Dulce researchers to collaborate. By combining current, historical and future photos, our database will have broader impact. But good science is only part of it. I am also sharing my Foto-ID images to serve outreach programs.  

Familiarity breeds a sense of responsibility—we are more likely to help those we know—so Osa Conservation has been working on a Community Dolphin Project to introduce the locals to the most recognizable and/or commonly seen individuals. By connecting people with their dolphin neighbors they will hopefully be inspired to protect them… and the gulf.

For me it’s a circle of work. Wildlife. Science. Knowledge-sharing. Conservation. And if I’m lucky enough to meet a few dolphins in the loop, how in the world could I complain?

GOLFO DULCE 2011, PART 4: And Her Eyes Sparkled with the Secret of It

Friday, August 26th, 2011

Now the days float by in blues and teals and misty greys. I feel like Margaret Wise Brown’s black kitten, peering  from my seaward vessel in search of life’s secrets. What will we find today? Perhaps a little island.

the back of a resting green sea turtle with free-loading barnacles

Although our motor is plenty powerful, we are still at the mercy of the water, our boat falling into rhythm with the waves. Rumba rolls. Foxtrot ripples. Sometimes there comes a swaying chop that turns our dance into a wild salsa and leaves us laughing like giddy children.

Only once have we met the kind of intimidating swells that could topple us. We were skirting the waters near the open Pacific when the wind picked up. Suddenly we were being tousled by 6-foot waves that seemed to be fighting over which direction to go. Jorge held tight to the controls and powered us into the face of each contender so as not to be hit broadside and overturned. 

Water splashed willynilly into our boat and, as I struggled to keep my weight planted, I got to thinking about the marine radio that we didn’t yet have and how this whole research thing was just a tinge on the edgy side. Thankfully the battle lasted less than an hour, the bullying waves wandered off like street punks and the gulf smoothed over. Jorge acted nonchalant but I could tell he was rattled.

Of course it rains—it is the rainy season. Huddled in waterproof slickers we always keep our course, faithful foolhardy souls. But downpours are rare and our visibility has remained excellent. And just in case you have spent even a moment wondering if it’s all worthwhile…

Bottlenose dolphins traveling in a protective pack with a newborn (look closely!)

baby Humpback whale by mama, nursing (see the milk?), resting (see the paired blowholes?), spyhopping (see the bumps on its head called tubercles?)

our 2010 data showed all the sea snakes in upper Golfo Dulce are bright yellow... I just love them!

dolphins are said to leap when searching for food, which may be better seen from above the surface

Each day brings new discoveries and adds to the wonderful images adrift in my head*. Each day is the same and yet so very different. Each day I wonder… What will we find today?

*I have been posting additional photos and videos on Facebook.

Native Australia: Our First Trip Down Under

Friday, April 22nd, 2011

Kevin and I recently returned from Australia. During our two-week sojourn, we stayed along the eastern seaboard, first in Sydney, then Cairns, then Melbourne. We visited spectacular nature preserves, including the Daintree Rainforest and Phillip Island. We dove the Great Barrier Reef.

When it comes to nature, Australia is isolated and unique, home to some of the world’s most extraordinary creatures. Its human history is richly connected to land and sea. So, in celebration of Earth Day—today, April 22nd—I’m delighted to share some of my favorite photos from our journey. 

Sleep, little one. Stay crushed against your mother’s side, warm and safe, while we debate your future. (Koala joey at the Koala Conservation Center, Philip Island)

Sounds of the ancients stir my soul, awaken my heart. We are one, they resound, we are one. (An aboriginal didgeridoo player)

 

Show me your blue tongue, Mr. Skink. I recall the hue, as though you licked the sky. (Blue-tongued skink in the Daintree Rainforest)

Such cheer you bring to the city—filling the air with color and comment! (Scaly-breasted and Rainbow lorikeets in Cairns)

At dusk you rise from the trees, a tempest of scorned angels, yet the sun finds you drooped among the leaves like plump pears. (Flying fox; fruit bat in Sydney)

Oh, rainy day roo, so sullen of eye, do you dream of sun-splashed fields? Tomorrow perhaps. (Kangaroo near Melbourne)

Like me, you are built of blood and bone, shaped for survival, born for freedom. A cage would be the worst cruelty; I pray we never find bars between us. (Sulphur-crested cockatoo in Katoomba nibbling pine cones)

Beloved wombat, surely there is a place for you in this changing world. Please don't slip away while we are digging for solutions. (Common wombat)

Let’s keep working together to protect this beautiful planet. See more Australia images on my website. Happy Earth Day, everyone!

Golfo Dulce data on OBIS SEAMAP

Friday, January 14th, 2011

As you know, I recently attended the American Cetacean Society Conference in California. There Dr. Pat Halpin succinctly stated, “Effective marine spatial planning requires accurate, detailed and accessible information on marine life.”  Indeed, collecting and publishing such information was the exact goal of our multi-species marine sighting survey in Costa Rica!

So, I am excited to announce that our 2010 whale, dolphin and sea turtle data has been added to OBIS SEAMAP: http://seamap.env.duke.edu/datasets/detail/708.  OBIS (Ocean Biogeographic Information System) is an international marine species database that assists in the identification of biodiversity hotspots and large-scale ecological patterns around the globe. 

By providing the first data for Golfo Dulce, we have put it on the map—so to speak—and decision makers now have access to baseline information, which may prove helpful when evaluating marine spatial planning initiatives (like a tuna farm). It is one more step forward in my effort to reveal the abundance of marine life that makes Golfo Dulce such a rich and important habitat.

Jane Goodall: 40 Years in My Heart

Friday, December 24th, 2010

Today I ordered a copy of Jane Goodall: 50 Years at Gombe, the newest offering in Ms. Goodall’s long line of profoundly important books. That’s nice—you may be thinking—but is this morsel of minutia worthy of a blog post? Yes. Jane Goodall is worthy of a thousand blog posts. She is a living legend and my all-time hero.

That curious young Brit and her wild chimp companions were my earliest inspiration to carve a path into the hinterland of nature and science. I remember watching them on our living room TV, long blonde hair and black fur interacting amid the heady greens of Africa. How very, very far away they seemed. And yet something in their sheer existence rang a bell of possibility in my head.

No doubt a million little girls around the world thrilled to the idea of living like Jane Goodall in her jungle wonderland. Some of us still do. When asked as child who I most wanted to meet, I always named two people. Koko the gorilla (www.koko.org). And Jane Goodall. (Knowing this, I am sometimes astounded that I didn’t end up primatologist.)

My dream to gain a tête-à-tête with Jane stayed with me into adulthood. I used to check the JGI website www.janegoodall.org, hoping to find a lecture nearby. Then, in the summer of 2005, my dream came true—I met Jane Goodall.  Kevin and my mom joined me at a small retreat called “When Peace Comes”, hosted by Dr. Brian Luke Seaward. The now eminent United Nations Messenger of Peace was our keynote speaker.

When she stepped before our 100-member audience and told her secretary cum scientist story in that sincere milky-soft voice, you could have heard a pin drop. She was gentle yet riveting in the way that masters always are. Ghandhi. The Dalai Lama. Jane Goodall.

Despite her desire to spend life with the chimpanzee families in Gombe, Jane said the only way she felt she could truly help the apes of Africa was to touch the world with their story. Touch the world, she has. At 75, Jane continues to travel over 300 days a year, sharing her hope, empowering communities, one lecture—one book—at a time.

So I am excited to read Jane Goodall: 50 years at Gombe and celebrate this woman and her compelling devotion. If you read it, too, please write me and tell me what you think. For those of us who attempted to follow in her light, I suspect it will be more than an enchanting reminiscence of time and place. I believe it will reignite our commitment to make a difference. And for those young readers who have yet to find their life’s way, I trust the book will inspire and delight. Perhaps it will even ring a bell of possibility.

For the record… I’m still hoping to meet Koko someday. It could happen. After all, dreams sometimes come true.

Killer Whales Top Off a Killer Day

Friday, November 12th, 2010

Mom and baby Risso's dolphins (Grampus griseus)

It’s cold. Despite the radiant orb hanging low, unobstructed by clouds, and the pretty waves of blue rhythmically lifting our boat, despite our smiling faces and the playful energy of the sea lions off our port side, all of which give the deceptive impression of a balmy day at sea—it’s cold. The wind insists on slipping beneath my scarf-crowned layers and through the weave of my gloves trying, itself, to escape the November chill.

But this kind of nagging discomfort can’t squelch my enthusiasm. I’m here in Monterey for the biennual conference of the American Cetacean Society (www.acsonline.org), a weekend event that always begins with a much-anticipated day of whale watching.

Imagine attending a golf conference to listen to the pros speak, and getting to spend a day on the green with them. That’s what this feels like. Several of our co-passengers are renowned biologists who hold astonishing insight into the world’s whales, dolphins and porpoises. 

blue shark (Prionace glauca)

We have already seen a pod of Risso’s dolphins, blunt-faced, whitish of color, bodies covered with scratches and scrapes as unique as fingerprints. We’ve also watched three Humpback whales of enormous girth, proof of a good feeding season. Swarms of sea nettles, a pair of sea otters, a cluster of small sunfish (Mola mola), and one eight foot blue shark. At every sighting, well-informed marine experts add factoids to the collective knowledge.

Now, as I stand at Sea Wolf’s side rail eavesdropping on a couple guys talking shop about field techniques for studying small endangered cetaceans, the onboard naturalist announces something (I don’t understand what) and everyone quickly shuffles to the other side of the boat. I’m slow to move, lost in thought. I’m still staring into the white froth splashing up from the boat keel, which is as mesmerizing as a bonfire, when two large elliptical black and white bodies sail by in the water just beneath me. Two orcas, eyes rolled up to catch mine.

The surprising visage takes a moment to process because this is the first time I’ve personally seen transient killer whales (Orcinus orca) off California. Turns out we are encountering a small pod of four—the two on the other side of the boat—and the two that just flew by. The resident naturalist tells us this is a known mother with three offspring of varying ages.

They are spectacular! Bold faces break the surface followed by skyrise dorsal fins. One youngster is chasing floating birds like a child flushing pigeons in the park. I only take a few photos; I am too excited by their antics to barricade my eye with the camera. Laugher rings from the boat. As the onyx icons dash and dive alongside our vessel and everyone chatters about our good fortune, I feel auspiciously confident this is going to be an excellent conference weekend.