Saturday, April 1, 2023
Born on the bayou (or not)
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.
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?


