Indigo Snake Reintroductions

I have been involved in a long-term project to reintroduce Eastern Indigo Snakes into historic areas of the species range where it no longer lives. This is an important project that seeks to decrease extinction risk for the endangered snake, while also restoring its ecological role into fragile ecosystems. I wrote an op-ed article in the Tallahassee Democrat that describes the reintroduction project as a whole, and some of our important research on the topic. You can read it here.

The Eastern Indigo Snake (Drymarchon couperi). Photo by Pete Oxford; courtesy of The Orianne Society

Visit to LSU Museum of Natural Sciences

Last week, I visited the Louisiana State University (LSU) Museum of Natural Sciences, one of the largest natural history collections in the United States. My goal for the trip was to learn about the important research and museum curation activities ongoing at the museum, to get to know the students, faculty, and staff, and to give a seminar to museum staff describing my post-doctoral research.

Oscar Johnson, a PhD student in the Brumfield laboratory, gave me an incredible tour of the Ornithology Collections. Here is Oscar, explaining/demonstrating to me that the “tail” of the Resplendant Quetzal aren’t actually rectrices (tail feathers), but rather upper tail coverts. They include phylogenetic trees inside each cabinet, which I found to be a useful feature. Oscar also showed me the smallest bird in the world, the Bee Hummingbird!

Jackson Roberts, another PhD student, gave me a tour through the Herpetology Collections and molecular genetic laboratories. Jackson showed me tons of interesting specimens, including the smallest and largest frogs in the world, Paedophryne amauensis from New Guinea, and the Goliath Frog (Conraua goliath) from Africa, respectively.

I presented a seminar describing my post-doctoral research on tortoises and eastern indigo snakes. The seminar series at the museum is super cool; they put chairs out among the museum exhibits, it creates a nice and intimate atmosphere. The crowd was super fun and engaging, so I really enjoyed presenting to them. And, afterword there was a beer social on the front steps of the museum. I had a blast and am really fortunate to have been invited down for the experience.

Long Trips in Wild Places

I spend time outdoors with friends, family, and colleagues as much as I can. Sometimes this takes the form of an afternoon foray, or a one-night stand in the woods. A quick breath of fresh air and a look at the stars. Every now and again, however, we try to extend these trips as long as we can: for three, four, or five days. Off the grid, sleeping under the stars, and living off the land as much as possible. I find these long trips to be particularly powerful. In many ways, they cause a primal awakening in my form and psyche, something that I find to be humanizing, inspirational, and special.

During my summer vacation, I’ve recently been reading a conservation classic, A Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold.  I’m only halfway through the book, but I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it. In this series of essays, Aldo Leopold paints a beautiful portrait of the natural world, and provides many compelling arguments for why we should conserve it. The book is replete with touching lines, not only about natural history and conservation, but also human nature and how our interactions with the natural world evoke powerful feelings. The following section struck me in particular — an interlude of when Leopold was canoeing a wild river, and bumped into two young men on a week-long trip (p. 120):

Before our young adventurers pushed off downstream, we learned that both were slated for the Army upon the conclusion of their [river] trip. Now the motif was clear. This trip was their first and last taste of freedom, an interlude between two regimentations: the campus and the barracks. The elemental simplicities of wilderness travel were thrills not only because of their novelty, but because they represented complete freedom to make mistakes, (sic) The wilderness gave them their first taste of those rewards and penalties for wise and foolish acts which every woodsman faces daily, but against which civilization has built a thousand buffers. These boys were ‘on their own’ in this particular sense.

Perhaps every youth needs an occasional wilderness trip, in order to learn the meaning of this particular freedom.

My experiences with wild rivers, landscapes, and adventures have been particularly formative in the development of my appreciation for wild animals and places, and I think Leopold’s thoughts reflect my feelings really well.

Desert Solitaire

“I overheard a park ranger standing nearby say a few words about a place called Havasu, or Havasupai. A branch, it seemed, of the Grand Canyon. What I heard made me think that I should see Havasu immediately, before something went wrong somewhere. My friends say they would wait. So I went down into Havasu – fourteen miles by trail – and  looked things over. When I returned five weeks later I discovered that the others had gone on to Los Angeles without me.”      –Edward Abbey, 1968, Desert Solitaire

White Waters and Black

“I, too, wished that [the Entomologist] might have been able to accompany me, as also the Ichthyologist; for they have both been good men, easy-tempered and stanch compañeros of the trail. Which are the most necessary assets for long and arduous jungle travel. It doesn’t matter whether a man can shoot or whether he can cook or whether he is an expert woodsman or whether he knows anything at all. But it does most vitally matter – as the past records of this expedition, and many another that I might cite, have shown – whether a man can travel in enforced close association with others through uncomfortable circumstances and still keep the peace and stand by when necessary.”     –Gordon MacCreagh, 1926, White Waters and Black