"What will you remember from this in ten years’ time? 'Watching the girls [caribou]. I think that’s what’s going to stay with me—their faces . . . seeing their vulnerability and knowing that I’m part of that.'" —Starr Gauthier in "The Caribou Guardians," by David Moskowitz and Nyn Tomkins, Orion Magazine, February 2021
Sweden to build reindeer bridges over roads and railways — ‘Renoducts’ will help animals who have to roam further for food due to global heating [The Guardian]
Dear Amy, this was one of the coolest posts I've read in a long time. Many thanks for the pleasure of reading it - and for all the material that's gonna make me a smartass at the Christmas dinner(s).
Years ago I helped a friend drive from Eugene, Oregon back to her home in Anchorage. It was early September, and the Birch trees were flaming gold across northern British Columbia, and the wind had an extra sharpness to it, the knife’s blade of winter to come.
One early morning I was at the wheel as we trundled across Yukon. A movement in the road bought my foot to the brake.
A caribou looked askance at us, calmly standing in the middle of the road. I turned off the pickup truck and got out, then eased to the front of the truck. The caribou stepped to the side of the road. Across the way, another stepped out of the brush. And then another and another and another and then the brush opened up and a stream of tawny and cream and taupe flowed across the road.
It lasted for about ten minutes? An hour? A day? At some point it thinned to a trickle, and then small groups, and then two, one, none.
We drove on, but had to stop for three more herds over the course of the morning. I wished I could go with them, to see what they were going to see.
Wow, Susan, I didn't think anyone would have seen caribou in the wild, this is wonderful. You have the most amazing encounters and I love the way you tell them -- I can picture it so clearly, a caribou casting a glance, carrying on. Yes, where were they going? They can travel long distances, just like you and your friend.
"What will you remember from this in ten years’ time? 'Watching the girls [caribou]. I think that’s what’s going to stay with me—their faces . . . seeing their vulnerability and knowing that I’m part of that.'" —Starr Gauthier in "The Caribou Guardians," by David Moskowitz and Nyn Tomkins, Orion Magazine, February 2021
https://orionmagazine.org/article/the-caribou-guardians/?mc_cid=4c29da55d8&mc_eid=467a10251d
Sweden to build reindeer bridges over roads and railways — ‘Renoducts’ will help animals who have to roam further for food due to global heating [The Guardian]
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2021/jan/20/sweden-to-build-bridges-for-reindeer-to-safely-cross-roads-and-railways
From my biologist friend Alex:
We recently saw this beautiful film about a Dukha reindeer herder in Mongolia (available on demand - worth it!): https://vimeo.com/ondemand/bayandalailordofthetaiga
Many populations of caribou in North America are struggling. Here's a good article: http://www.montanakaimin.com/features/the-quiet-extinction/article_1ca90d8a-5331-11ea-a26e-ff9e2d3c8dbe.html
Would you believe Newfoundland has wild caribou too! We got to see them in the flying snow when I lived there.
Dear Amy, this was one of the coolest posts I've read in a long time. Many thanks for the pleasure of reading it - and for all the material that's gonna make me a smartass at the Christmas dinner(s).
Use this information wisely (haha, thank you!) Wishing you a safe and happy Christmas!
Years ago I helped a friend drive from Eugene, Oregon back to her home in Anchorage. It was early September, and the Birch trees were flaming gold across northern British Columbia, and the wind had an extra sharpness to it, the knife’s blade of winter to come.
One early morning I was at the wheel as we trundled across Yukon. A movement in the road bought my foot to the brake.
A caribou looked askance at us, calmly standing in the middle of the road. I turned off the pickup truck and got out, then eased to the front of the truck. The caribou stepped to the side of the road. Across the way, another stepped out of the brush. And then another and another and another and then the brush opened up and a stream of tawny and cream and taupe flowed across the road.
It lasted for about ten minutes? An hour? A day? At some point it thinned to a trickle, and then small groups, and then two, one, none.
We drove on, but had to stop for three more herds over the course of the morning. I wished I could go with them, to see what they were going to see.
Wow, Susan, I didn't think anyone would have seen caribou in the wild, this is wonderful. You have the most amazing encounters and I love the way you tell them -- I can picture it so clearly, a caribou casting a glance, carrying on. Yes, where were they going? They can travel long distances, just like you and your friend.
It was huge on my wishlist of critters I want to see in the wild! They are so ungainly yet so
beautiful.