13 March 2008

Exit Light.

Enter night.
Grain of sand...

- Metallica, Enter Sandman


This quick posting is directed particularly for my herpetology-minded counterparts and friends.

San Clemente Island has a number of endangered plant species, a couple of birds, a fox, and a reptile.

A week or so ago a work truck had been "high-centered" on a very bad road that was made worse by unusually copious amounts of rain the island has experienced. The rain had stopped many days before, but due to the soil being mostly clay, water seepage into it takes awhile.

Nevertheless, thankfully for the crew in that vehicle, my group of three where scheduled to use the same road.

After going through one tow strap, we were finally able to pull the stuck vehicle out of the rut. Man, that left wheel well was buried.

We also used many rocks to put behind that tire, and then to attempt to level out the road afterwards.

Under one large cobble was this guy:


San Clemente Night Lizard (Xantusia riversiana reticulata)

The Island Night Lizard (X. riversiana) was listed as Threatened in 1977. The San Clemente subspecies, pictured above, was de-listed in 2006 in part due better control of munitions-sparked wildfire, and the continuing revegetating effort underway since the Navy removed cattle and particularly goats from the island.

One issue that still remains for not only the SCI Island Night-Lizard, but for other wildlife as well is the population of feral cats. Back in the day, when the island was used as a working ranch, before it changed over to the Navy, some humans let their cats roam.

The descendants of those cats, generations since, are feral, wild, stealthy, efficient hunters that have added an enormous and quite unneeded and ill-prepared for predator pressure.

The company I work for has a predator management team on the island.

Often found within the gastro-intestinal tract of theses descendants of Fluffy are Island Night Lizards.

Friends, neighbors, fellow countrymen and women; for the health of the wildlife, for the health of your cat, and to prevent reproduction of feral born kittens, keep your kitty indoors.

Google "feral cats" on some rainy day when you have time. Check out some studies and peer-reviewed studies, all the while petting your happy and quite content HOUSE cat.

Back to Island Night Lizards:

Island Night Lizards are known only to occur only on Santa Barbara, San Nicholas, and San Clemente Islands; with the San Clemente population recognized as a subspecies.

Like other Night Lizards (family Xantusiidae), the Island Night Lizard gives birth to live offspring rather than egg-laying.

Night Lizards may have originally been mistaken as nocturnal due to their somewhat secretive lifestyles. They are in fact diurnal. I will see these guys, not too uncommonly, sunning themselves, scurrying under vegetation, and once, under a rock.

Have a Night Lizard story to share? Please do.

Kidding. Kind of. Not really. Any herp-folks, please elaborate and discuss should the mood strike you.

Brilliant creatures. The Island Night Lizard I mean; not herp-folks. Okay, maybe herp people too....on occasion.

Good morning.


12 March 2008

Firebug

Is no bug at all, I don't think.
Look at the landscape afterwards.

It might be those rocks, I think.

Sure, they play dumb to it when you look at themBut listen to their mocking.

Hear that?

In Green and Purple and Poppy?

There has always been fire.
Humans never invented it.

For whatever reason, we were allowed to discover it.

Modern day has Prescribed Burns.
Prescribed because we suppress fire.
"Put it out!" "Put it out!"

Modern man does not prescribe it near enough.
Modern man does not allow Natural Fire.

Fire promotes Life.
The Trees can breath again
Have elbow room again.
It occurs naturally.

Entire worlds depend on it.
The way it had always been.
Had.

Nature taught native.
Modern human learned of it from native human.
Now Modernity suppresses, stops it, snuffs it out.

Can you not hear the mockery of those clever rocks?
In Green and Purple and Poppy?


Full Circle. Sometimes when the baton isn't passed
at that critical point in the team's race
It is taken.


© -mwyork
















11 March 2008

Battleship and Butterfly


I sat on a ledge of a canyon. Listening.
Listening to an unseen female shrike faintly calling.
A begging, part of her species ritual. Every year at this time.
A soft begging call, as the male brings her food.
Oh, she is quite capable, and does forage on her own.

But still, the call of the female shrike;
Calling to the other.
A dance as old in days and generations as is her species.

Ah..., listen to her.
Where is she?
Shhh...
listen.

BAM!!!
The soundwave weaves, spiderweb-like;
coursing through the acoustics provided by this many canyoned island side.
Quickly travelling through mine.

The soft, ancient call of the shrike in another early spring
So quietly.
Ah, she's on the far ridge.
See?
See?

Well perhaps she'll call again.

BAM!!! Echo...Echo...Echo...a distant BOOOoooooommm

The Sun has been more consistant lately in her warming
of the clear March, Pacific air.

Like my spirit at this moment, at this time of year
Butterflies lift and dance among the wildflowers
and water-carved walls.

The call of the spring shrike.
A fritillary flutters by like orange confetti paper.

A tiny blue stops on a nearby grass
Opening its wings, warmth is upon us again.
It stops just long enough to make eye-contact
And then flutters away, like a kiss blown by Earth herself.

BAM!!! Echo...Echo...Echo...a distant BOOOoooooommm

The shrike calls to her other.
The butterfly, aided by the wind, floats over the deep. Over where echos live.
The battleship, in the marine-layer haze, smokes.

Species and their rituals.
Lupine Blue (Plubejus lupinus)

©-mwyork, 5 Mar 2008