Showing posts with label alligators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alligators. Show all posts

Saturday, April 1, 2023

Born on the bayou (or not)






The fellow above was on a canal near Irish Bayou, but we also spent some time with puppy gators at an alligator ranch:




The ranch model is basically as follows: eggs are collected, under permit, from the wild, and the gators raised in captivity, where the survival rate of puppies is much higher than in the wild. A certain percentage are released back into the wild, an uncomplicated process as compared to, say, wild-hacking falcons—the gators can basically be chucked into the water from a boat and left to fend for themselves, though the releases are always done where the eggs were collected in order to prevent artificial mixing of gene pools. Gators not released are harvested for their meat and leather.

This program, instituted in 1978, has been a major component in the recovery of the alligator population in Louisiana, from a low of approximately 100,000 wild gators in the late 1950s to over 2 million today (with another million or so in captivity). More details can be found on the LDWF website.

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Alligator River NWR

Alligator River NWR is one of the best places to see pocosin habitat, and the refuge benefits an entire ecological community, but the "big three" species of charismatic megafauna to be found there are red wolves, black bears, and the namesake American alligators. I had no expectation of seeing wolves on our recent (and very brief) visit, and in any case I was fortunate enough to have seen a red wolf years ago during an early-morning foray to Cades Cove during the reds' tenure at Great Smoky Mountains NP. But I did have hopes of giving Jessa her first look at black bears in the wild, and the bears did not disappoint us. (All bear photos in this post are Jessa's, but I took some of the others, and acted as spotter while she was photographing the bears.)

Our first several bears were spotted on the narrow margins between the refuge's gravel roads and the dense pocosin woodlands, and while a couple were semi-cooperative, our typical view was of a bear ambling away from us along the road until it decided to veer off into the bush. Jessa was surprised, and I am still impressed despite having seen it before, how quickly and easily a few hundred pounds of black bear can simply vanish.



Our most cooperative subject was the smaller of a pair foraging out in the open, a couple hundred yards from the nearest woods. 

The two of them took off running soon after we found them, with the larger bear seeking cover in the woods, but "our" bear stopped short and resumed foraging, pausing occasionally to scan the surroundings, or moving from place to place. 













It eventually took to the water for a quick bath, of which we caught the tail end, so to speak.



A car stopped anywhere on the wildlife drive eventually attracts others, so we took our leave when the crowd showed up, bidding our bear a fond farewell.



Alligators are near the northern edge of their range here (though that will likely change with continued climatic warming), and not especially numerous compared to our stomping grounds in southern Louisiana, but we saw and photographed a couple of puppy gators, the first of which had a passenger.




The next gator was sans grenouille, but photogenic in its own right.




The other herps we saw in abundance were eastern chicken turtles, Deirochelys reticularia reticularia. As majestic as the gators, just on a smaller scale.




We'll leave you with a few flora and habitat pictures from ARNWR, but there will be birds in an upcoming post.










Monday, August 17, 2020

St. Tammany skies

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

—Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

Montana claims the moniker Big Sky Country, and Nebraska's sky has long inspired its writers, but Louisiana yields nothing to either. Scenes from one day in St. Tammany Parish: 

By mid-morning, the sky was full of cumulus fractus clouds, what I call a "kite sky". Can you guess why?





The pond at Fontainebleu was like a mirror, if alligators lived in mirrors.



Afternoon skies over Lake Pontchartrain. Jessa's photos look like travel posters for Paradise. (Actually, I think I might have taken one of these...)




More clouds over Pontchartrain, framed by cypress trees hung in Spanish moss.




Sunset (and moonrise) found us in one of the marshes, and we couldn't have wanted a better vantage point. Farewell from Louisiana...