Essays by Joseph C. Neal
What follows below is a collection
of feature stories and essays. Most (but not all) were prepared during
my time as a wildlife biologist for the USDA Forest Service. Since the
1960s, I have lived in Fayetteville, Arkansas. I had already
established
my home and family there prior to my work with the Forest Service in
1991.
This necessitated a weekly commute of about 110 miles from Fayetteville
to the Poteau Ranger District, Ouachita National Forest, at Waldron in
Scott County, Arkansas. The communities are connected by a more or less
straight shot along old US 71 (now including a segment of I-540).
Commuting is no joy,
but at least I am never far from home, whether in Fayetteville or
Waldron.
Both are communities in western Arkansas and primarily northwest
Arkansas.
My family has lived in western Arkansas since the 19th century,
including
both my mother and father’s sides. My maternal great
grandmother Mary P.
Bates was living in Scott County when she married James R. Hanson of
Van
Buren in Crawford County in1876. I have more family in the
region’s adjoining
counties in the Ozark Mountains, Arkansas River valley, and Ouachita
Mountains.
So while these essays primarily involve the 190,000 acres of the Poteau
Ranger District; Fayetteville, family history, and the highways
inbetween
are never far from my mind.
Coming south from
Fayetteville, I pass through towns like Van Buren, Fort Smith,
Greenwood,
etc. All of them have played a role in my family’s history.
Old houses,
old cemeteries, and vanished communities-all have played a role in
bringing
me to my own time and to the sense of land and people represented in
the
following essays.
Most essays involve aspects
of Forest Service activity, but broader ecological themes also appear,
since these have formed the essential framework of my thinking for
decades,
including two decades before I joined up with the women and men of the
Forest Service.
Birds are a key theme in
the essays. This is not because birds are more important than other
aspects
of the biota, say more important than a small non-game fish called the
pale-backed darter or a common and popular game species like
white-tailed
deer. Birds are central because they are both a personal as well as a
professional
interest.
Red-cockaded woodpeckers
(RCW) make numerous appearances in these essays. It is a very rare bird
with a fascinating life history. Its rarity is due to the way pine
forests
have been managed in past years throughout the Southeastern United
States.
They once lived in pine forests in the Ozarks as well as the Ouachitas.
They were extirpated by around 1910 from the Ozarks due to the rapid
removal
of pine forests there and, importantly to these essays, the subsequent
failure to regenerate them. Most of the older homes and buildings in
Fayetteville
(including Old Main on the UA campus and my own house) and surrounding
communities were constructed from the pines that once supported RCWs.
The
birds hung on in the more extensive pine forests of the Ouachitas,
where
I work with them now and support the regeneration programs that will
provide
future pine habitat for a future population of RCWs. The recovery of
red-cockaded
woodpeckers, its habitat, and numerous related species of plants and
animals
is at the core of my work as a biologist.
For the past decade, Warren
Montague and Keith Piles, both of Poteau Ranger District, Ouachita NF,
have shared many of the adventures recounted in these essays. I
appreciate
their professionalism, endurance, patience and forbearance as I pursued
my interests in bird watching, bird listening, and turtle relocations.
Thanks for your support and for your hard work toward recovery of
red-cockaded
woodpeckers and many other species of plants and animals forming the
Ouachita’s
rich biota.
For two decades now, my
friend and artist Richard Stauffacher has shared many of the
non-Ouachita
NF natural history explorations. His work as an artist captures much of
the look and rich spirit of natural history in the western Ozarks. I
appreciate
Richard’s interest in hosting these essays on his web site.
If you have comments to share, you can use my work email: jneal@fs.fed.us
or at home in Fayetteville, joecneal@juno.com.
Joseph C. Neal
May 2001
Thurman’s stone
In Thurman Jordan's
front yard in Fort Smith is a hay bale-sized stone, actually a boulder,
earth tones and mass amid shrubbery and suburban order. What catches
the
eye is a mysterious flowing lumpiness on the stone's upper surface. The
huge stone is composed of sand grains, readily apparent with a 10-power
magnifying glass. With waves soft and rounded, it's like sand poured
from
a soft-serve ice cream machine. Is it from Mars? Colorado?
The patterns
on this stone explain a great deal about western Arkansas, both its
ancient
past and its present. An auto tour of the antique Ouachita Mountains in
the Ouachita National Forest south of Fort Smith helps tell the story.
Let's start with the Landstat satellite view 580 miles above
earth. Fort Smith is a dot in the bend of a string that is the mighty
Arkansas
River. The Ouachita Mountains are artistic patterns of roughly parallel
and softly looping lines. Within the Ouachitas south of Fort Smith,
mighty
Poteau, Fourche and Rich Mountains reduce to folds trending east and
west,
from Oklahoma to Little Rock.
On our auto tour south
from Fort Smith, we encounter ridges where the highway folks cut 4-lane
paths. Laid bare are sandstones and shales in neat beds or strata
tilted
upwards at an angle. As with the flowing pattern on Thurman's stone,
these
uptilted rocks seem like freaks of nature, except we keep seeing them
in
every road cut. In some we find sandstone fragments with flowing
patterns
like Thurman's.
Continuing south,
mountains dominate. We pass through Mansfield just north of Poteau
Mountain.
Highway 71 then swings east around Poteau Mountain to Waldron in the
valley
of the Poteau River, which in turn skirts the south base of the
mountain.
From Waldron, highway 71 swings west, then east, avoiding hills and
ridges
toward Y City at the base of Fourche Mountain. Travelers to Hot Springs
turn east, onto highway 270.
Just as 71 skirts
Poteau Mountain, 270 runs east and west skirting Fourche's north slope.
Southbound travelers continuing on 71 enter Foran Gap, a pass eroded
from
the Ouachitas by Gap Creek, Johnson Creek and other streams rising from
the boulder-strewn, pine and hardwood clad slopes of Fourche Mountain.
Foran Gap is the pathway south, toward Mena and the Rich Mountain
country.
This was not always
mountain country. In the distant geological past, what we call western
Arkansas was lower in elevation and periodically covered by seas.
Marine
fossils provide the evidence. Then as now, these organisms lived only
in
seas.
Continents drift and
change. Sand that became Thurman's stone derived from now eroded
mountains
atop the continent Llanoria, then located south of modern North
America.
Sands from Llanoria flowed northward, much like sands eroded from
modern
Poteau, Fourche and Rich Mountains eventually flow southward, reaching
the Gulf via the Mississippi River.
Patterns on Thurman's
stone are evidence or fossils of fast-moving water in a big river as it
moved sand, rocks, and woody debris from Llanoria. Similar patterns can
be seen in fresh sandy silts left behind by flooding on major rivers
like
the Arkansas.
Sediments accumulating
in the ancient Ouachitas region were compressed and folded upwards as
continental
Llanoria drifted northward, squeezing the infant Ouachitas into long
east-west
folds. Geologists believe the process occurred gradually over a period
of perhaps 200 million years. This compression explains the curious
upward
tilt of rock beds in the Ouachitas, visible in road cuts along highway
71.
In our time, mountains
like Poteau, Fourche, and Rich dominate the landscape of western
Arkansas.
Streams, highways, and towns do their best to get around them. Wildlife
on National Forest lands, including all kinds of plants and animals,
are
also affected. North-facing and south-facing slopes on east-west
trending
ridges control where hardwoods grow best (cool north slopes) and where
pines grow best (sunny south-facing slopes). Neotropical migrant birds
like scarlet tanagers are common in hardwoods, but rare in the pines,
where
pine warblers are common.
Thurman's stone explains
how this came to be, how the modern Ouachitas have been shaped by its
geological
history.
Signs of the pioneers
Less than one hour's
drive south of Fort Smith is a huge area of public land. Poteau Ranger
District of the Ouachita NF comprises 190,000 acres of public lands,
about
70% of Scott County. Public forests comprise high percentages of land
in
many western Arkansas counties, both north and south of Fort Smith.
In the growing season,
these lands seem great swatches of rolling green, blankets of pine and
hardwood trees. Seen from space the area looks pretty uniform, but out
there on-the-ground, apparent uniformities dissolve. Uniqueness in this
country comes into view. Pine warbler song fills the woods; scarlet
tanagers
flash through hardwoods.
Public lands in western
Arkansas are not the result of magic bursting full-blown on the scene.
Conservation-minded politicians of a century ago saw the country
growing
and knew without mechanisms in place to serve the varied needs
Americans
had then, and have today, average folks of the future would have no
forests
and what comes with forests: clean water, timber, hunting and
recreation,
homes for wild plants and animals.
To use the contemporary
term, much of western Arkansas was "clearcut" by settlers and private
timber
operations in the early days of this century. Settlers from the eastern
US tried to farm the cleared lands, ridge tops and all, but had little
success except in the river valleys. Timber companies and discouraged
settlers
either abandoned their lands or sold them cheaply.
Government wound up
with the rough land. Presto: you got your National Forest, reclaiming
abused
land, making it available for future varied uses. Your National Forest
is still being created. Exhausted and cutover lands are being added to
public lands today as in the past.
I'm fascinated by
monuments left by settlers of earlier generations when I'm out working
in that vast rolling green forest. An old "tram" or logging railroad is
the bed for a Forest Service and Scott County road between Parks and
Waldron.
Walls and mounds remain that were made by families who tried to
de-stone
lands; that is to convert rocky hillsides into productive farms.
Early springs in the
Ouachitas where these stone monuments remain often feature daffodils,
now
gone back to the wild, mute but powerful testimony that folks of
earlier
generations tried to make mountain cabins seem a little more like old
homes
they left behind. There are also japonica bushes with bright red
flowers,
Chinaberry trees with great clusters of fruit, Osage orange trees in
old
fencerows.
Even though the settlers
have passed on, their plants and their legacy remains a distinctive
character
within what are today public forestlands.
With letters bold yellow
against earth brown, signs outside our office along US 71 in Waldron
announce
POTEAU RANGER STATION and OUACHITA NATIONAL FOREST. Rising to an
elevation
of over 2,600 feet, Poteau is the highest mountain between Waldron and
Fort Smith. Poteau River at its base gathers small tributaries near
Waldron
and flows westerly into Oklahoma then to its confluence with the
Arkansas
River near the old military post at Fort Smith.
Poteau is French signifying
post or station. Ouachita is from Native Americans. The mountainous
region
notable for the Ouachita River was known as "Wachita" for the people
who
lived along its banks.
Several years ago,
the signs were replaced after many years in service. Both were
constructed
at the same time with the same materials, but the south-facing sign had
cracked and was peeling. By contrast, the north-facing sign showed
little
deterioration. The difference in weathering was natural. The cause was
sunshine, not paint, wood, or manufacture.
In this country of
the Wachitas, the sun traverses a southeasterly to southwesterly arc.
That
south-facing sign had done hard time in harsh sunlight. By contrast,
the
north sign had been protected from the baking summer sun. The same
conditions
affect forests in western Arkansas.
Since so much sunlight
reaches ridge tops and south slopes, these are relatively hot and dry
compared
to cool north slopes. Moisture-loving hardwoods reach their best
growing
potential on north slopes. This is not the case on south slopes where
vegetative
differences are accentuated by fire. With thick, rough bark, pines tend
to be fire resistant and therefore thrive on droughty, fire-prone south
slopes.
For over 50 years,
Smokey Bear has protected Ouachita National Forest lands by putting out
all fires, whether natural wildfires or arson fires. Suppression has
been
our paradigm, our pattern of thinking about fire.
The botanist Thomas
Nuttall visited western Arkansas in 1819. Writing about the recently
established
Fort Smith and "the prairies and mountains of the Pottoe," Nuttall saw
"rocky pine ridges" and other areas "very rocky, and thinly scattered
with
pines and oaks." He stated that the country remained open because of
"the
annual conflagration" set by Native Americans. Their paradigm was that
fire was beneficial. Landscape changes produced by fire resulted in
good
animal populations.
Western Arkansas
has changed a great deal since Thomas Nuttall's time. Lands that would
become the Ouachita National Forest were first logged, farmed, and
abandoned.
Government's purpose in acquiring these lands was rehabilitation.
Control
of erosion and protection of watersheds required reforestation.
Reforestation
required fire control. The paradigm of suppression of all fires was a
natural
sign of the times.
A comparatively nondescript
bird, Bachman’s sparrow, illustrates problems with this
paradigm. Bachman's
was common in Nuttall's time, but began a long decline throughout its
range
during this century. It disappeared from so many areas it was listed a
threatened species and considered endangered in many states, including
Arkansas.
Causes of this decline
were mysterious. Then in the 1970s, Max and Helen Parker of Malvern
found
numerous singing Bachman's sparrows in young pine clearcuts and
adjoining
mature pine woods that had been burned. Subsequently, Tom Haggerty from
the U of A-Fayetteville demonstrated that Bachman's thrived in open,
piney
areas where its ground nests were protected from view by lush growths
of
bluestem-type grasses. Both the grass and the openness resulted from
fire.
Without fire, these habitats were overwhelmed and shaded-out by dense
growths
of hardwoods.
Uncontrolled wildfire
still poses unacceptable threats to private and public property, but
prescribed
fire is now returning to the Ouachitas. Fire is especially useful in
restoration
of the pine-bluestem ecosystem in western Arkansas where many species
of
plants and animals once considered rare can thrive, species like
Bachman's
sparrow.
No longer so rare
are habitats like those described by Thomas Nuttall and songs of birds
like Bachman's sparrow. Like the replacement of the signs outside our
office,
the paradigm of suppression of all fire is being replaced by the return
of an older paradigm. Once again, fire has a place in shaping the land.
Atop Poteau Mountain,
some 40 miles south of Fort Smith, visitors to the Ouachita National
Forest
pull off at lookouts and gaze south into the heart of the Ouachitas of
western Arkansas. The valley of the Poteau River is there, and beyond,
ridge after forested ridge, south to mighty Fourche and Rich Mountains.
Without these monarchs, one could seemingly glimpse the Gulf of Mexico.
It's a grand scene,
and from December through early April the scene is enlivened by fire.
Puffs
of smoke rise above lofty pines and hardwoods visible from Poteau
Mountain.
Smokey Bear, or some of his friends in local fire departments and the
Arkansas
Forestry Commission, are probably on the scene. Rugged pumper trucks,
bulldozers,
and fire rakes are standard tools. If things get too exciting, big
planes
like World War II era bombers lumber off the Fort Smith airport and run
low over the fire, spreading pink flame retardant.
Like hats and hairdos,
fires and the smokes rising from them come in various shapes and sizes.
Some smokes rise from unplanned fires that consume private and public
property.
Smokey cautions about campfires and carelessly discarded cigarettes. On
dry windy days, trash burning may suddenly leap into nearby forest.
Arsonists
sometimes set the woods on fire.
These days, Smokey
is also involved in planned or prescribed burning. Like prescription
medicine
from pharmacies, prescribed burns are carried out with specific goals
in
mind. Many puffs of smoke in the Ouachita National Forest this winter
will
rise from planned fires.
Fire was no
stranger to the historical Ouachitas. From the 1820s on, settlers
routinely
opened the forest with fire. Within this open forest there was
luxuriant
growth of grasses and other plants beneficial to wildlife and
livestock.
Without fire's ability to prune smaller trees, grasses and other plants
were shaded-out.
Native Americans also
used fire. Research conducted on Poteau Ranger District in the Waldron
area shed light on likely reasons. Stands of trees opened with a
partial
harvest and then subjected to prescribed burning produce 6-7 times as
much
of the food items preferred by white-tailed deer when compared to
similar
stands of trees without harvest and without prescribed burning. Venison
was a staple food of ancient Ouachita forest country people. They knew
what they were buying with their burning program.
Today, prescribed
burning on public lands in the Ouachitas accomplishes numerous
objectives.
It helps prepare a seedbed for seedling shortleaf pines. Under natural
conditions, wildfire burned holes of various sizes in the forest,
allowing
seedlings enough sunlight to get started. Prescribed fire reduces loads
of leaf and needle litter, limbs and other combustibles that make young
stands of trees subject to devastation in an unplanned fire.
Biologists use fire
to prepare suitable habitat for species that require open, park-like
forest
with grassy understories. A host of plants and animals like
white-tailed
deer, bobwhite quail, wild turkey, and some endangered species, require
habitat conditions best produced by fire.
Fighting unplanned
fires, including wildfire and arson, still requires skill and
dedication
from Smokey and his helpers. But as the ancient art is rediscovered,
Smokey's
people are returning fire to forests. Careful and hopeful smokes of
this
winter mark productive forests of future years.
Gateway bird to the Arkansas pine country
I’ve been seriously
addicted to birding for 25 years. Over that time I’ve found
lots of birds
that interest me, but none so much as red-cockaded woodpecker (RCW). It
was the first animal placed on the Endangered Species list when that
law
came into effect in 1970.
Thirty years ago,
many thought RCWs were headed down the same extinction road as
ivory-billed
woodpeckers, passenger pigeons, and Carolina parakeets. In the year
2001,
prospects look brighter.
Just every now and then someone calls me to report an RCW in
the yard. I always ask the same question: did you see any red on the
bird?
They always did see red, usually a lot of red. I tell them it
wasn’t an
RCW if they saw red. If the bird was at a feeder and if they saw lots
of
red, it was probably a red-bellied woodpecker. If they saw just a
smattering
of red, it was probably a downy woodpecker.
I get these calls
at my home in Fayetteville, and even more at my office in Waldron, 110
miles south of Fayetteville in the Ouachita Mountains. I work there as
a wildlife biologist for the US Forest Service. Waldron, and
surrounding
Scott County, include the 190,000 acres of the Poteau Ranger District,
part of the Ouachita National Forest. It’s pine country and
home to a small
population of RCWs.
Except for a few stuffed
specimens in carefully tended drawers at the University Museum, there
are
no RCWs in Fayetteville. But set your millennial clock back to 1800 and
I can show you RCWs in the Ozarks. Take a tour of the structural
timbers
in buildings like Old Main on the UA campus. You can see relics of the
shortleaf pine forests that once covered large areas in northwest
Arkansas,
providing quality habitat for RCWs, plus other plants and animals
requiring
similar habitats.
When I first came
to live in Fayetteville in the early 1960s, there was still much
evidence
of the logging industry that played a key role in the growth of
Fayetteville
in the late 19th and early 20th century. Big shortleaf pine
timbers
that went into Old Main and every other major building in 19th century
Fayetteville had been cut from pine stands around today’s
Beaver Lake and
Eureka Springs and hauled here in ox carts. There were no railroads
here
until 1881.
To get a feel for
this era, take a look at Railroads of Northwest Arkansas by my old (now
deceased) friend Bob Winn. It was like a gold rush. Railroads pushed in
and out of Fayetteville in every direction. Long before there was an
Ozark
National Forest, vast stands of white oak, shortleaf pine, hickories,
and
etc. were cut (clearcut, to use a modern term) and fueled
Fayetteville’s
developing economy. The family wealth and influence of one of
Fayetteville’s
most revered citizens, Senator J. William Fulbright, was built by
logging.
Malls and Walmarts now reign where loggers, log trucks and railroad
cars
with logs were familiar sights.
Fayetteville residents
who want to see an RCW must drive two hours away to Waldron. The busy
logging
activity that once was characteristic of Fayetteville still hums in
Scott
County. Alongside this traditional forest use has come the Endangered
Species
Act and what the US Congress has legislated as multiple use. That is,
in
the year 2001 our Forest Service is mandated to perform what amounts to
a juggling act in which the forest is managed for a variety of uses,
including
RCWs, logging, clean water, hunting, hiking, protection of heritage
resources,
and the like.
Trying to balance
the books of multiple use management is like trying to negotiate the
traffic
at Northwest Arkansas Mall on December 23. Deer hunters from all over
western
Arkansas think the forest should be managed only for deer and
4-wheelers.
Loggers get to thinking their world is coming to an end because the
Forest
Service is reserving some older 3-log pines (that is, a tree from which
you can cut three 16 foot long logs) for “red-headed
peckerwoods”. Some
of my environmentalist friends allow that the Forest Service is in bed
with loggers. One friend just can’t believe I cared about
Neotropical migratory
songbirds if I work for the Evil Empire (AKA, US Forest Service).
My first RCW fieldwork
came in the late 1970s, when I helped with a project at Felsenthal
National
Wildlife Refuge in south Arkansas. In 1991, I was offered an
opportunity
to get a Masters of Science degree through the Arkansas Cooperative
Wildlife
and Fisheries program (Department of Biological Sciences) in
Fayetteville,
then to join the Forest Service’s RCW effort on the Ouachita
NF. I would
guess, however, that most people with an interest and a concern with
the
environment and endangered birds in particular wouldn’t want
to go so far
just for this rare woodpecker and its habitat.
In consideration of
this fact, let me prescribe an alternative. Make one of your birding
trips
to Waldron. There is an interesting and easily accessible area just
south
of Waldron where you can see what your Forest Service is up to in
regards
to RCWs, logging, and other hot button issues.
Let’s just head out
there now, virtually-speaking. The following description is for the
drive
from Fayetteville to Waldron. With a few changes, it could describe
basically
any drive to Waldron and Scott County.
The journey carries us through two distinct and beautiful
Arkansas
ecosystems: the Ozarks Mountains and the Arkansas River Valley.
We take I-540 south
and keep a good eye out for low flying vultures of both species: turkey
vulture and black vulture. Both vulture species roost and nest in the
Rudy
area. Now we swing around Fort Smith, and keep a good eye out: a flock
of four glossy ibises once flew low over my car near the Fort Smith
airport.
If we don’t stop and do a bunch of birdwatching, this will
take about one
hour.
Signs say 71 S and
Texarkana on the south end of Fort Smith. We’ll be in Waldron
in about
45 minutes. That’s a third ecosystem, the Ouachita Mountains.
The Forest Service
office is at the intersection of 71 and Arkansas 248. If we stop by the
office, we can get a free copy of the Buffalo Road/pine-bluestem tour
brochure.
This is also available online at www.fs.fed.us/oonf/ouachita. Navigate
to the Environmental Education area. If you do go by the office,
checkout
the RCW display featuring two RCWs mounted on a section of an old RCW
cavity
tree that blew down in the storm. The exhibit was designed and built
for
the Forest Service by Fayetteville artist Richard Stauffacher. He is a
skilled taxidermist. He is better known for his etchings featuring the
natural history of the Ozarks. He also teaches the process at workshops
held in Washington.
The Buffalo Road tour
commences seven miles south of Waldron at Needmore. We take a right
(west)
onto the Forest Service road marked with the brown Buffalo Creek Road
sign.
If we use the pine-bluestem tour folder, now is the time to zero the
odometer.
The first two miles of this
road consist of small, privately owned homes and farms. In summer this
is a wonderful place for birdwatchers, because there are bluebirds,
roadrunners,
scissor-tailed flycatchers, painted buntings, and lark sparrows.
There’s no big billboard
announcing the Ouachita National Forest boundary. However, we can tell
we’ve entered the rare woodpecker country because the open
farms give way
to mixed forests dominated by the native shortleaf pines, but including
a good mixture of various hardwood species, especially post oaks. For
the
next several miles there are interpretive signs along the road
providing
information about how the public lands in this area are being managed.
The pine-bluestem
project consists of 155,000 acres of land on the Poteau, Cold springs,
and Mena Ranger Districts. The Forest Service is attempting to restore
a remnant population of RCWs to its former abundance, while also
meeting
other forest management objectives including timber harvest, recreation
(including hunting), other kinds of wildlife management (restoration of
bobwhite quail and wild turkeys, for example).
Clearcuts from the
1970s-early 1990s are common in this area. These regenerating stands of
trees are being managed to provide maximum wildlife benefits as they
regrow.
When managed properly, they provide excellent nesting habitat for
Neotropical
migratory songbirds. For example, U of A student Chris Jenelle studied
prairie warblers, field sparrows and other species that do well in
these
habitats. Eventually these old clearcuts will provide future RCW cavity
trees, as well as high quality timbers for harvests compatible with RCW
management needs.
Many of these regenerating
areas were heavily damaged by the Christmas 2000 ice storm, whose
effects
are obvious throughout the forest-bent over younger trees and many
older
tree missing tops and large limbs
There are clusters
of cavity trees used by RCWs along Buffalo Road. Some of these are
natural
cavities excavated by the RCWs, but others are artificial cavities put
in trees by Forest Service personnel Warren Montague and Keith Piles as
part of an effort to speed the bird’s recovery.
When we visit Buffalo
Road we notice bark char on some trees, a result of burning. Prescribed
(or controlled) burning is a tool to restore this ecosystem to a
condition
that existed naturally throughout the Ouachita Mountains a century ago,
when wildfires were common. The trees used by RCWs are highly resistant
to fire. The destruction of some smaller trees by fire favors the
natural
development of other plants on the forest floor. Grasses like little
bluestem,
big bluestem, and flowers like pale-purple coneflower don’t
thrive in the
dense forests that would develop in the absence of fire.
The best time to see
the woodpeckers is at dawn or dusk, when the birds are exiting or
entering
their roost cavities. Otherwise, they are likely out ranging over tens
of thousands of acres of habitat in the area. Please maintain a
respectful
distance from the roost trees and avoid close visits to the cavity
trees
during the nesting season (late April-early July).
Two other very interesting
birds can be seen here: brown-headed nuthatch (all year) and
Bachman’s
sparrow (summer). Neither bird can be guaranteed for our life list but
both are present regularly somewhere in the area.
Ouachita National Forest
lands in western Arkansas are home to a rare bird in the Natural State.
You head out to the Needmore Store on US 71, a few miles south of
Waldron
in Scott County. Just beyond the store look for the brown sign "Buffalo
Creek Road". That's the turn off to Buffalo Road Demonstration Area.
The
location is four miles west of Needmore.
Along Buffalo Road,
and on the ridges north and south of the road (and elsewhere on the
Ouachita
National Forest), Poteau Ranger District personnel manage the forested
land for timber production, wildlife like deer and turkey, and
red-cockaded
woodpeckers.
This woodpecker is
a Federally-listed Endangered Species. Forest Service biologists have
considered
present and future bird populations in evaluating the many potential
uses
for public lands in the Needmore area.
Environmentalists
in some places invoke the Endangered Species Act out of concern about
logging,
road construction, and other activities. Controversy over the
spotted
owl in the Pacific Northwest, for example, has caused some folks in
western
Arkansas to infer that saving red-cockaded woodpeckers from extinction
is bound to hurt local people.
Management for red-cockaded
woodpeckers has been underway in the Ouachita National Forest,
including
the Needmore area, since the 1970s. However, an ambitious effort to
save
red-cockaded woodpeckers isn't obvious along Buffalo Road. For example,
if all the Forest Service is doing in that area is trying to save rare
birds, how to explain pick-up load after pick-up load of high-quality
hardwood
firewood rolling down Buffalo Road into private homes in western
Arkansas?
Non-hunting visitors
along Buffalo Road during the recent deer season might assume public
lands
were being managed, not for rare woodpeckers, but rather for hunters
and
their families. Deer camps spread up and down the forest, west out to
Peanut
Mountain and Henry Mountain, names familiar to the woodpecker
biologists.
One might infer woodpecker country is also deer country.
What about log trucks?
If the country is for woodpeckers only, what about quality shortleaf
pine
being cut and hauled to mills? What about smaller pulpwood operations?
What about all the harvest activity during southern pine beetle salvage
operations?
Millions of board
feet of pine are marked, sold, and sent to mills from public lands in
woodpecker
country. In coordination with efforts for red-cockaded woodpeckers,
there
are jobs in the woods, mills, service industries, and taxes for public
schools.
Wildlife biologist
Warren Montague is fond of pointing out that various timber harvest
activities
are cost-effective tools in restoration of habitat favored by the rare
woodpecker. Thinning timber harvests, which remove certain trees and
leave
others, opens forested land. This is followed by other activities,
including
prescribed burning, that returns this part of the Ouachita Mountains to
a more "natural state."
Today there are many
acres open, park-like habitat and grassy understories like that in the
Needmore area a century ago. This grassy forest is readily apparent
along
Buffalo Road.
Public lands in western
Arkansas serve many additional purposes that directly benefit all
citizens.
How about the way protection of public and private property from
wildfire,
and reclamation and reforestation of land damaged by erosion,
contribute
to healthy economies?
Many species of wildlife
not often in the headlines also benefit. Neotropical migratory
songbirds,
of concern in many parts of North America, find varied habitats on
National
Forest lands in western Arkansas. The extensive program of prescribed
burning
on Poteau Ranger District creates high-quality habitat for birds, like
bobwhite quail, declining in many other areas.
The idea, ultimately,
is that since these are public lands, as much of the public as possible
should benefit from their management. That includes saving endangered
species
or stocking up on firewood for a cold winter-and a lot inbetween.
Like Forest Service
photographic archives, memories of our older citizens hold images of
western
Arkansas forests quite different than the typical forests we see today.
There must have been many young trees earlier in the century, but what
people recall are usually the big`uns. The big 'uns were
trees that
two strong men sawed for a day before it fell. Big 'uns were monarchs--
soaring, widely-spaced trees under which grew grasses that tickled a
horse's
belly.
The virgin shortleaf
pine forest is gone: gone, that is, into homes, barns, and buildings
all
over America. That is the living legacy of the forest of old photos and
memories of retirees. In his book Sawmill, Hot Springs native Kenneth
L.
Smith captured some of this old forest as he told the story of how it
was
logged by private companies between 1908 and 1950. Subsequently,
cutover
land was acquired by the Federal government so that it could reforested
and protected from wildfire and further erosion.
There is a fellow
who lives in the Scott County area who is actually recycling this
legacy.
He is frequently called upon to tear down barns, houses, and other
buildings
in western Arkansas. He demolishes these structures carefully, and the
fine old wood he saves is neatly arranged and stacked. His farm is
something
of a shortleaf pine museum. Salvaged 2 X 4s under his shed exhibit
tight
growth rings characteristic of huge old trees that once covered the
Ouachitas.
As a forester quoted
by Ken Smith wrote about Ouachita pine in 1896, ``the wood produced in
these hills is of a lighter color, less resinous, and of a fine
grain.''
It grew as the dominant tree over 5,000 of the Ouachita's 11,000 square
miles making it, in Ken Smith's estimation, the greatest shortleaf pine
forest in the world.
Reforestation of the
cutover lands and control of wildfire was critical in the early years
and
remains an important job in 1999. Forest Service offices in small
communities
throughout the Ouachitas include trained foresters and silviculturists
who specialize in regenerating stands of trees. On the Poteau district
at Waldron, I work with three real professionals in this field. Harold
Johnson, John Strom, and Henry Hicks are all experts in the fine art of
regrowing a stand of trees. They are heroes in the battle to renew
America's
forests.
Many Forest Service
employees are also trained fire fighters, combining this with other
professional
responsibilities.
As the land recovered from cutting of the virgin trees and a
second growth pine forest developed, it became possible to continue at
a modest level the forest products industry of earlier times. Every
community
in the Ouachitas today has log trucks, mills large or small, and
loggers
adept with chainsaws.
In modern times this
traditional use of forest resources has combined with recreational
needs
of growing urban populations and concerns about loss of biological
diversity.
Forest Service offices in the Ouachitas therefore also have biologists
and recreational specialists, who work with the foresters and other
professionals
in planning public lands management.
Three ranger districts
in western Arkansas (Mena, Poteau, Cold Springs) have combined efforts
in a unique plan to restore more than 155,000 acres to habitat
conditions
much like that which existed around 1900. One motivation is cultural;
that
is, some folks concerned about logging on National Forest lands would
like
to see a forest with trees larger and older than is typical today. A
forester
who wrote about the Ouachitas in 1912 noted that trees typically ranged
in age from 60 to 180, with some 200 years old. Under the restoration
plan,
many pines would eventually reach at least 120 years before
consideration
was given for harvest and planting a new stand.
Another motivation
for restoring an old forest is biological. When the Endangered Species
Act came into force in 1969, the first animal listed as endangered was
the red-cockaded woodpecker. This bird had once inhabited the pine
forests
of both the Ozark and Ouachita Mountains, but by 1969 it existed in the
Arkansas mountains only in the western Ouachitas, primarily National
Forest
lands in Scott County. It excavates its nest and roost cavity in pines
whose heartwood centers have been softened by the red heart fungus.
Based
upon 1912 records, about two percent of trees at age 70 have red heart,
but more than 20 percent have it by age 170. So not cutting trees until
after age 120 should also help this rare woodpecker.
In 2001 Henry Hicks
is a 45-year veteran of the Ouachita National Forest. That’s
over four
decades among ridges and valleys beneath mighty Poteau Mountain, in
Waldron,
where he was born. Forty-five years should make him a red hot candidate
for fossilhood, but instead 2001 sees him honored by his coworkers for
his continuing work on the cutting edge of modern forestry in western
Arkansas.
Better known as "the
chief" by his co-workers, Henry can do anything. In the early years he
earned respect as a skillful supervisor of green young folks starting
careers
"hooked up" with a canvas bag of seedling trees, headed out for a day
reforesting
rocky hillsides. He has been mechanic, welder, plumber, and painter,
run
bulldozers and chainsaws, and computers in the office. He has played
Smokey
the bear on numerous occasions. Up until 2000, he was a leading fire
fighter
and a burn boss in Poteau District's prescribed burning program. The
core
of his job, however, has always been timber production.
He was a forestry
technician in the days when almost all logging on the Ouachita National
Forest involved clear-cutting stands of shortleaf pine and the parallel
practice of injecting many hardwoods in these stands with herbicides to
make way for more pines. He was still "hooked up" when, in the 1980s
that
era ended in a well-publicized barrage of environmentalist appeals and
lawsuits.
Shift now to 2001:
in addition to other duties he's contract inspector for a 1990ish
ecosystem
management project conceived by biologist Warren Montague. More than a
decade ago, Montague planned a rescue of endangered red-cockaded
woodpeckers
by renewing historic habitats otherwise known only by Ouachita
Mountains
oldtimers: open forest dominated by mature shortleaf pines and
hardwoods
with the ground covered by bluestem grasses and other plants. Once
widespread
in western Arkansas, pine-bluestem habitat then supported a healthy
population
of the now rare woodpeckers, plus popular game animals including
white-tailed
deer, bobwhite quail, and wild turkeys.
The stage for a shift
in forest management had been set even before clearcutting landed in
the
courts. Passage of the National Forest Management Act (NFMA) in 1976
codified
what many people in the Forest Service already tried to practice: use
of
the forest to satisfy many needs, including timber, wildlife (including
endangered species), watershed protection, and recreation.
Montague's concept
closely follows the spirit of NFMA, redirecting harvest to include
biological
goals. Henry Hicks makes sure these goals are met in a key part of this
program, wildlife stand improvement (WSI).
Timber harvests in the pine-bluestem areas remove part of the
commercially valuable pines, but leave most in place. After this
harvest,
crews with chainsaws perform WSI treatments by cutting certain small
pine
and hardwood trees that crowd below the dominant trees. Chief makes
sure
the WSI treatments meet contract specifications.
After WSI, big pines
and hardwoods are still present, but with smaller trees cut, more
sunlight
reaches the forest floor. Grasses and other plants use this sunlight.
Private
citizens who need firewood for home use are allowed to remove wood
already
cut in the WSI process. Much of the remaining slash is reduced in
prescribed
burns.
A good place to view
the process is Buffalo Road demonstration area south of Waldron. Here
and
there along the road visitors can see logging slash on the ground. In
areas
with recent logging and WSI treatments, it doesn't look like the
historic
pine-bluestem habitat, at least not yet. Don't let it throw you off.
Logging operations
of any kind are always messy, like the inside of a chicken plant. The
slaughtering
and eviscerating are pretty messy, but fried chicken on the other end
is
pretty delicious. So too is habitat restoration.
This different style
of forestry exemplifies changes in Henry's 45 years. The big
woods
look more like the old days: scattered pines and hardwoods with a
grassy
cover on the ground. Plants and animals thrive and the rarer ones have
a chance to survive. Environmental groups once ready to appeal all
projects
tend to support pine-bluestem work, including timber harvest and
burning
that are part of the program.
It's quite a change
and quite a sight, especially when wildlflowers are in bloom and there
are young woodpeckers in the pineywoods.
A virtual forest fills
my living room: hoots of great horned owls at 12:00, like I'm out in
the
national forest at midnight. Songs of the state bird of Arkansas--the
mockingbird--ring
out at 1:00.The clever folks who developed this clock correctly noticed
that tens of millions of Americans have taken to bird watching--and
bird
listening--in their recreation hours.
The more than 300
species of birds that occur in Arkansas are distributed across the
landscape
according to their ecological needs. That is, the association of birds
with particular habitats is a useful indicator of environmental
conditions.
You're not likely to find a roadrunner midst a dense, dark forest, but
you can expect one in open farmlands suitable to their ground-running
habits.
You won't find a summer tanager in a Walmart parking lot, but they are
common in Arkansas’ mature forests.
With a bit of effort, it's
possible to learn quite a few bird songs. You can go out and count them
as part of a scientific survey, just by hearing the songs. Each year,
for
example, I participate in two Breeding Bird Surveys (BBS), part of a
much
larger program conducted since the late 1960s throughout North America.
Only their calls and songs identify most of the birds documented in the
BBS. The database is now large enough to be useful in figuring out how,
in various ways, the environment is changing.
Interest in the endangered
red-cockaded woodpecker and its habitat requirements on the Ouachita
National
Forest have lead to various studies that depend to some extent on
knowing
bird songs. For example, we have joined with graduate students and
faculty
from Oklahoma State University to assess how management for the
woodpecker
benefits other species of plants and animals.
Management for the
woodpecker features forests with mature pines and hardwoods and open,
park-like
stands with grassy understories--all maintained in an open condition by
prescribed burning. It turns out this once common and widespread
habitat
also benefits deer, turkey, and bobwhite quail--species popular with
hunters.
Quail studies depend upon some knowledge of the variety of calls and
their
meanings to the birds.
The Ouachita National
Forest is also part of a program called the Southern Landbird
Monitoring
Strategy. Biologists are conducting bird surveys at fixed points in
basically
every type of habitat that exists in the forests of the southeastern
United
States. The goal is to discover all bird species present in these
habitats.
It should eventually be possible to assess habitat quality merely by
hearing
or seeing birds present or absent in particular habitats.
Of course interest
in bird song goes way beyond the manufacture of weird clocks and
biologists.
Musicians like the early 20th century composer Amy Beach wrote
wonderful
piano pieces based upon the intricacies of bird song. Beach was so
taken
by the flute-like quality of hermit thrushes that she had her piano
hauled
outdoors so that she could translate the inspiration directly to her
music.
To get a feel for
this, I picked up a CD titled, “Under the stars.”
This is a collection
of Amy Beach played by Joanne Polk. The magical songs directly inspire
several of the pieces. It’s not difficult to imagine the
composer’s delight
at hermit thrushes while listening to Joanne Polk play these pieces.
Modern people typically
live at distance from wild creatures. Tapes or CDs of bird song offer a
virtual way to study bird song. But the best way is seeing the bird and
hearing it singing at the same time--in its natural habitat. One can
expect
a few more insect bites via this method, but the learning probably
sticks
better, too.
In late summer and
early fall of 1999, bulldozers formed soil into a 1,300-foot long low,
shallow levee at the old Denton family fields seven miles east of
Waldron
in Scott County, Arkansas. With heavy winter rains, the six acres of
former
cropland and pasture in Cross Creek bottoms became a wetland.
Technically, the shallow
pond is called a ``moist soil unit'' since much of the pond is either
mud
flats or mud covered with a few inches up to a maximum of a few feet of
water. Overall, it roughly functions as a marsh. A large reservoir pond
above the wetland stores rainwater and natural runoff that can be
released
as needed to keep shallow water in the area throughout the year.
Of course this is
no natural marsh. But that won’t make a lot of difference to
wood ducks.
Already it supports crawfish, minnows, several species of frogs and
toads,
and numerous kinds of aquatic bugs. Therefore, hungry great blue herons
that visit the area will not care how the former cropland became a
marsh.
The dozers that formed
the long levee worked on public lands administered by the Forest
Service.
This new marsh habitat is part of Blue Moon Wildlife and Fisheries
Demonstration
Area. There will be many beneficiaries of this project. Besides wood
ducks
and great blue herons, there will be many migratory birds like the
mudflat-loving
sandpipers.
Blue Moon is the name
by which the Denton homestead place was formerly known. The 400 acres
plus
in the area was acquired from willing sellers in the late 1980s. After
public acquisition, some of the area was replanted to shortleaf pine,
but
most was designated for varied wildlife-oriented projects. Three large
and several smaller ponds have been constructed, all stocked with fish.
Fruit and nut bearing trees have been planted. More than 100 acres of
open
fields have been maintained by both mowing and prescribed fire. A
variety
of boxes useful to birds, squirrels, and bats have been erected. Mature
pine and hardwood stands in and adjacent Blue Moon have been thinned
and
burned to produce excellent wildlife habitat for turkey, deer, and
bobwhite
quail. Hunters visit the area during appropriate seasons. Students have
conducted research projects that lead to college scholarships.
The marsh project
will augment a now largely lost natural habitat in the region, shallow
pools in open country. Prairies were once a common feature in western
Arkansas.
Between the ridges and down the larger river valleys were prairies
celebrated
by famous early explorers like the botanist Thomas Nuttall. He visited
the Fort Smith-Pilot Mountain-Poteau River valley region in 1819. The
locations
of these historic landforms are evident today by the low rise of
grassy,
conical mounds in fields and woods. These can be seen in many places in
western Arkansas.
This habitat was common
throughout the central region of North America in presettlement days.
It
was a country of bison and migrating birds. Clay soils dominate these
old
prairies. In the past, low ground between mounds would retain water for
a few weeks during rainy periods, such as in early spring. These
temporary
wetlands hosted a wide variety of organisms (crawfish, aquatic beetles,
various types of flies, aquatic plants, etc.) that in turn supported
hordes
of migrating birds: ducks, geese, sandpipers, herons. Furbearers like
raccoons
also benefited.
As this vast region
began to be settled and farmed, the land was ditched and drained. At
least
50% of this habitat has been lost. Drained land works better for
farming,
but it loses much of its value for wildlife. Of the 49 species of
sandpipers
(ornithologists call them ``shorebirds'') that migrate through North
America,
5 species have declined by 25% or more in the past 5 years; 16 others
have
declined in the range of 5-20%.
The USDA Forest Service
is part of an international consortium of public and private groups
working
to reverse the declines. Ducks Unlimited is a partner in the present
project,
helping with design and financing. DU has been highly successful in its
efforts to reverse long term declines in North American duck
populations.
The Natural Resources
Conservation Service contributed technical assistance for the project.
Waldron High School students under leadership of ecologist Ron Goddard
will in future years conduct studies of wildlife use of the moil soils
unit. Students in the Department of Youth Services wilderness camp at
Mansfield
will help with seeding and production of interpretative signs.
The entire Blue Moon area
is open to the public, but motorized vehicles are excluded.
Birdwatching,
nature study, and hiking are permitted at any time. Hunting and
trapping
are permitted during appropriate times of the year.
The six acres at Blue
Moon fit into the idea that we should ``think globally, act locally.''
During a warm spell
in mid December, and off and on since, witch hazel has been blooming in
bouldery Ouachita Mountains stream bottomlands. Warm spells are
punctuated
by songs of "peter-peter, peter-peter," from the tufted titmouse.
Spring
is in the air, a welcome tonic of optimism.
Witch hazel shrubs
are rooted in the rich bottomland soils along and within our streams.
Long
pliant branches arch gracefully over the water. Brilliant 4-petal rays
include reds and yellows. The voice of water pouring over sandstone
cobbles
is scented by the perfumes of witch hazel flowers.
Witch hazel
prefers streams where rocky bars are exposed and flooding isn't so
prolonged
as to literally destroy everything in the flood's path. Sand, gravel,
and
big cobbles are deposited in bars as flood levels drop. Here roots of
witch
hazels find superb habitat, rooting deeply.
The shrub's adaptation
creek life is apparent if you attempt to break off a small branch with
flowers. The branch doesn't break. It twists back and forth and can be
bent completely over. Big floods usually just whip the shrubs back and
forth. Unlike garden flowers, witch hazel resists being collected, even
by floods. It persists in adversity's face.
Life in a floodplain
and the quality of being flexible provide keys to its name. To
pioneers,
witch hazel leaves resembled those of a common plant used in early days
for water divining ("water witch"). The word "witch" or "wych" is old
English
used to denote any pliant tree or shrub. We also associate witch hazel
with healing properties, including use of bark, leaves, and twigs as an
astringent and it can be applied to cuts and bruises. Witch hazel also
keeps the creek itself healthy.
Witch hazel and other
plants stabilize stream channels coursing through the Ouachita National
Forest. Root structures that knit together the sand, dirt, and rocks of
stream channels are worth uncounted millions of dollars in protection
of
water quality and maintenance of habitat for fish and other aquatic
organisms.
These values are recognized in regulations that restrict where and how
streams can be crossed. Thousands of acres have been set aside and
protected
along perennial and intermittent streams to provide diversity in
wildlife
habitats and to reduce potential damage arising from logging
operations.
Now at the end of
February, crocuses and daffodils push up through old grass in town
yards.
In forested stream bottoms, witch hazel perfumes the air. Slowly, as
colorful
flowers on the shrubs come and go, new leaves appear. Threatened by
spring
flooding, roots push deeper into gravel bars and fertile soils along
the
banks.
Midst brown cobbles
and old leaves, shoots of a new generation of witch hazel shrubs push
upward
toward the late-winter, early spring sun.
Picture a big open
prairie at mid winter. It’s windy cold, the field flat and
dreary. Suddenly,
tight flocks of small dark birds rise in unison from yellowish grass.
The
old prairie gives up Lapland longspurs. A dry rattling or tinkling
enlivens
the scene. In chorus they sing teedle- teedle…tweeu.
We’re talking Arkansas,
not Kansas or Oklahoma.
These sparrow-like
birds nest on the tundra in far north Canada, then come south at
mid-winter.
They show up where patches of old tundra-like prairies
haven’t been converted
to superstores and subdivisions. Bird watchers of the binocular variety
have found these longspurs at various places in the state. Found them,
that is, if you could take unforgiving wind blowing against your face
as
you screwed a numb eyeball to the tiny lens of a spotting telescope.
They come in the hardest
of winter. Arkansas winter is part of their “sunny Florida
beach.”
The average person learns about blue jays by absorption. This is not
the case with longspurs. We share the planet with them, but knowing
them
is an acquired taste. But there is a lot of competition for our time
these
days.
Prairies are prime
development areas, many now a cacophony of traffic jams, vibro-cars,
expanding
opportunities for shopping, sports, and worship. In a sense, longspurs
have learned this at first hand. Longspurs can’t eat native
grass seeds
on asphalt. It accounts for why you can find a deal on a pre-owned
Honda,
but not many flocks of longspurs.
These birds are not
rare or threatened. These local habitat loses are an inconvenience to
local
birdwatchers, but taken as a whole, not a tragedy. In terms of this
species,
it appears that Chicken Little’s sky isn’t falling
on account of success
and growth. The sky is falling, at least somewhat, for another prairie
bird, Bell’s vireo. Prairies have become pastures all over
the state.
You can hear these vireos
singing where there were scattered shrubs and thickets. Bill Baerg, who
studied birds 70 years ago, once denoted this song as
ter-wee-a-wee-a-wee-a-wit.
It’s quite an experience to find a bush blossomed-out with
such vocalizations.
Unlike Lapland longspurs,
Bell’s vireo is not a particularly common bird anywhere in
its range. Even
though it isn’t numerous, it’s not listed as
threatened or endangered.
One of its relatives, the black-capped vireo, is endangered.
Bell’s vireo
nests over a much wider range than black-capped vireo and as a result,
concern for its future hasn’t reached panic stage. However,
recent data
shows alarming decreases in Bell’s vireo in both the central
and eastern
regions of North America, with population stability only in the west.
Given this, it doesn’t
seem likely that Bell’s vireo will become endangered, but a
lot of habitat
is being lost to development everywhere.
Of course developers
aren’t just building megachurches, industrial farms, and
supermalls. They’re
also building bird watchin’ empires. The whole business of
bird watchin’
has attained an awesome respectability.
“Respectable” = big bucks and birders
in fairly new SUVs staying in nice motels while they attend
well-organized
birding festivals and snap lots of pictures with high-end cameras.
National surveys show
that between 1982 and 1995, the number of us who participated in at
least
casual birding soared from 21.2 million to 54.1 million, with the
greatest
increases right here in Ole Dixie. In 1991, $5.2 billion was spent on
goods
and services related to bird watching and bird feeding, including $54.4
million in Arkansas. By 1995, birding had become the fastest growing
recreational
activity in the country, even ahead of hiking and skiing.
Here in Arkansas,
birding has not yet replaced Razorback football or Southern Baptists,
but
folks are filling feeders with sunflower seeds and poking around with
binoculars,
trying to decide if that red bird out there is a summer tanager,
cardinal,
or maybe a far-straying pyrrhuloxia?
Along with growth
in the birding bidness has come parallel growth in concern about the
future
of birds, especially songbirds. For y’all who
haven’t yet taken flight,
songbirds are your cardinals, bluebirds, actually any of several
hundred
species of birds in our region that sing. Many folks believe they are
in
drastic decline.
Folks who notice such
things have been on panic’s edge for years. Rachael Carson
documented decimation
of birds and widespread pollution in Silent Spring (1962). The tale of
the fall and recent rise-from-near-death of bald eagles is familiar.
These
birds, and many others like ospreys and brown pelicans suffered
well-documented
declines due to widespread use of DDT and similar chemicals.
One of the most influential
of these alarms was raised in the 1980s. John Terborgh, author of Where
have all the birds gone? (1989) presented evidence from a variety of
sources
that as a group, the songbirds were going down the tubes. Many school
children
can tell you that passenger pigeons and ivory-billed woodpeckers have
gone
extinct, but how many can tell you that as human population growth has
accelerated in recent millennia, 20% of bird species in the world have
also gone extinct? Everywhere he looked, he found that human impact on
the landscape was translated into trouble for birds. One of these
problems
was fragmentation.
Habitats (forests,
grasslands, bodies of water, etc.) once capable of supporting numerous
species of plants and animals were getting chopped into smaller pieces.
Human population growth and consequent development squeezed habitats,
reducing
them to pieces, undermining their ability to support a broad array of
plants
and animals.
Just for discussion,
consider a mall. The more stores you put into a mall the more variety
you
have to attract more shopping from more people. For dedicated shoppers,
a big mall with many shops is like a healthy forest or grassland with
many
plants and animals. The inverse is true, too. Take away
Dillard’s, Sears,
Foot Locker, Eddie Bauer, Luby’s, and the theatre. Still a
lot left, right?
But is it the same mall?
Terborgh’s more recent
thoughts in Requiem for nature (1999), expands the earlier theme. You
will
not need binoculars for this one. It’s not a fun book to
read.
Global climate change
is potentially one of the issues here. The Christmas Bird Count
contains
a huge data set useful for understanding changes in populations of
songbirds.
The CBC, which is held annually in late December, involves groups of
birders
seeking out and counting all the birds within a circle 15 miles in
diameter.
These counts, which began 100 years ago, are held all over the country.
Fayetteville resident and expert birder Mike Mlodinow took a localized
approach to the subject.
He analyzed data from Fayetteville CBC 1985 to 1998. His hypothesis was
that if there was really global warming, he could expect to find a
significant
presence of birds in the Fayetteville count that, in past cooler years,
would have had to spend the winter further south to avoid the cold. He
did find such a trend, with occurrences of phoebes, 4 wren species,
ruby-crowned
kinglets, blue-gray gnatcatchers, common yellowthroats, and
LeConte’s sparrows
that supported his hypothesis.
He was careful to note that there could also be other explanations
for these population changes. His report was published in the March
2000
issue of Arkansas Birds.
Here’s another data set
that bears on our songbirds. Every year in June, volunteers fan out
across
the U.S. and Canada, including Arkansas, to survey birds on
approximately
3,000 routes, each 24.5 miles long. They have gone to the same places
yearly
since the 1960s. Data generated by this Breeding Bird Survey (BBS)
provides
new ways to look at the positive and negative trends in bird
populations.
One scientific paper
by Bruce Peterjohn and others considered BBS data for the period from
1966
to 1991. Specifically, they looked at data for Neotropical migrants,
birds
that, for example, nest in Arkansas and winter in South America. Data
for
1966-1979 indicated that 34 species had increasing population trends,
while
19 species exhibited declining trends. This pattern was reversed in the
1980-1991 period, suggesting things were worsening for the birds. For
the
entire period 1966-1991, significantly increasing species number 18,
decreasing
23.
Maybe Chicken Little
is right. Maybe the sky is falling.
Viewed from the perspective
of the entire continent, ten species seemed to be increasing
significantly,
including upland sandpiper, house wren, solitary vireo, warbling vireo,
red-eyed vireo, and blue grosbeak. Declines in others species were
troubling.
Chimney swift, eastern wood-pewee, lark sparrow and grasshopper sparrow
significantly decreased across a broad range. Declines were noted among
yellow-billed cuckoos, veery, wood thrush, prairie warbler, painted
bunting,
and Brewer’s sparrow, to name a few.
A database so large,
so varied, and over such a vast landscape also admits varied analysis.
Another group of scientists headed by Frances James (formerly of
Arkansas
and a founder of Arkansas Audubon Society) focused on 26 species of
warblers.
They found six with significant declines: cerulean warbler, Canada
warbler,
yellow-breasted chat, golden-winged warbler, and American redstart.
Eight
species increased. Overall, it appeared that a few species were in
serious
trouble, but most were not.
Something that unites
all of this is the reality that a vast number of factors in many and
varied
places are at work in both the increasing and declining trends. There
must
be scores of factors in thousands of places. It could be the misuse of
pesticides on crops in Central America, logging in Oregon, conversion
of
prairies to croplands in South Dakota, widespread suppression of fires
that once were key elements in structuring natural habitats.
It’s necessary
to resist the tendency to over generalize the problem, to resist
throwing
up our arms, Chicken Little-like, to proclaim “the sky is
falling.”
Though we hear a great
deal about the songbirds, it may not actually be songbirds that are
faced
with the most intractable problems. Birds that can exist only in native
grasslands, for example, appear more imperiled than birds that nest in
forests. Arkansas once had much native grassland, but most of this
habitat
has been lost here as well as elsewhere.
I’ve participated
in the Breeding Bird Survey (BBS) for the past decade or so. In the
Ozarks,
I cover a survey in the Buffalo National River and Ozark National
Forest
area of Newton County. The Ouachitas route includes the Ouachita
National
Forest in Scott County.
During the past few
years these surveys have become part of my job as a Forest Service
biologist.
Because Forest Service policies are frequently in the news, friends ask
me about logging and its affects on birds. Pardon the pun, but there
appear
to be few “clear cut” answers. What follows are
highlights.
Blue-gray gnatcatchers,
a bird only slightly larger than a hummingbird, have been recorded
along
both routes every year. At Waldron, the numbers have varied from highs
of 8-11 to lows of 1-3. After their Arkansas nesting season, these
birds
winter along the Gulf coast and further south. Why do the numbers
fluctuate
so much? Since these birds tend to be habitat generalists-using many
types
of woodlands, thickets, regenerating clearcuts-it’s not easy
to see how
logging as practiced on the Ouachita and Ozark NFs, for example, could
have negative affects on the population. The thin, high-pitched calls
used
to identify them are not audible except at close range. People with
partial
hearing loss can’t hear them. One hears only the closest ones
if there
is any breeze. There must be many other factors, too.
Scarlet tanager and
summer tanager are both recorded on these surveys. They whistle in
roughly
similar ways, but differ in habitat choice. Summer tanager is common in
just about all of the mature forest areas of the Ouachita NF, including
shortleaf pine and hardwood, whereas scarlet clearly prefers the big
hardwoods
on the higher ridges. Between 1967 and 1981, surveyors on the Waldron
BBS
recorded 3-20 summer tanagers yearly, but a total of only 4 scarlets
during
the entire 14 years! Surveyors since 1982 have tended to find fairly
equal
numbers of both tanagers. How does one explain this radical difference?
Logging? Forest Service policy? Something in Mexico or Costa Rica? Or
what?
Surveyors on the Waldron
route 1967-1981 probably didn’t distinguish the similar
whistles and lumped
all calls heard as summer tanagers. Therefore, the apparent rarity of
scarlet
tanager seems a result of well-intentioned observer error.
The situation with
wood thrushes-a species that every study has indicated as declining-is
different. Between 1967 and 1979, wood thrushes were heard annually on
both the Buffalo and Waldron BBS routes. At Waldron, the numbers ranged
from 1-7 (average 3.3), but only a single bird has been recorded in the
past 19 years! The Buffalo survey averaged about 7 each year throughout
the period-no significant change.
Work on wood thrush
populations has shown that they are sensitive to the fragmentation that
can follow some types of forest clearing. The decline in wood thrush
populations
along the Waldron route coincided with an increased intensity of
logging
in the 1970s and 1980s. Blocks of mature pine forest (usually 40-80
acres)
were replaced by clearcuts. This may have made the area unsuitable for
this mature forest species. Then the clearcuts began to regenerate.
The regenerating clearcuts
became valuable habitat for other declining species, including
yellow-breasted
chats and prairie warblers. Whereas, virtually no prairie warblers were
found along this route prior to the early 1980s, thereafter they have
average
3.3 per year, almost exactly mirroring wood thrushes in the early
years.
Like I said, the answers to songbird decline aren’t clear
cut.
In the early 1990s,
the Forest Service helped organize Partners in Flight, an international
effort to address concerns about birds. In the southeastern US
(including
the Ouachitas and Ozarks), the Forest Service has undertaken an
ambitious
southern land bird monitoring program that looks at birds species by
species
and habitat by habitat. Even these efforts are unlikely to meet the
agency’s
harshest critics, but these data are already helping guide a new
generation
of planning and forest management.
My Buffalo BBS starts
in the high plateau farmland at Compton, north of Ponca, and extends in
the river valley through Boxley before turning up Cave Mountain and
ending
along the Upper Buffalo Wilderness not far from the famous hawksbill
crag.
This spectacular country is graced by one of the loveliest
vocalizations
in nature: the flute-like song of wood thrushes echoing from forested
slopes
above the village of Ponca. It is also a joy to hear quick calls of
American
redstarts along Ponca Creek near its junction with the Buffalo.
If you can tear yourself
away from the concert at Ponca, take the gravel road that leaves the
Buffalo
valley near old Boxley Church, and head up, up, up the steep road that
passes Bat Cave. The tall trees here support what appears to be a
robust
community of cerulean warblers whose continental populations show a
sharply
declining trend. It’s usually quiet here, and the singing
males aren’t
hard to hear, or for that matter, to see.
The BBS in Scott County
starts on a gravel Forest Service road a few miles east of highway 71
and
north of Waldron. This is shortleaf pine country, with hardwood forest
limited primarily to bottomlands. The BBS courses pine clad ridges,
Sugar
Creek bottoms, and finally climbs up to Kingdoodle Knob, Hogan
Mountain,
and the Dry Creek Wilderness. Much of this is older forest with
numerous
Neotropical migrants like blue-gray gnatcatchers and scarlet tanagers,
but some of this forest is much younger.
There are stands of
trees that were clearcut in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The
regenerating
stands of trees in these old clearcuts now provide habitat for two
warblers
with declining trends: prairie warbler and yellow-breasted chat. Both
of
these birds require this younger vegetation. Their songs fill the June
air, joined here and there by the fine whistles of bobwhite quail.
Arkansas is a fine place
for a bird watcher, a fine place to ruminate over this whole songbird
issue.
You can look and listen anywhere. Enjoy the symphony.
In July I was working
at the foot of Walker Mountain on a black bear survey. Each
year
in late summer Forest Service personnel hang sardine baits along
10-mile
routes to help Arkansas Game and Fish determine how our bear
populations
are doing. For biologists, this is routine stuff.
To manage
wildlife resources, we need local data on all kinds of plants and
animals.
Here in Scott County, old
state highway 28 winds back through historic communities like Cauthron
and Hon. At the Hon intersection I collected some more data.
A really
big snake was hung from the stop sign. I've seen the heads of
monster
catfish there and a coyote hanging from a nearby fence post, but never
before a snake. It looked like a five footer from the truck.
I assumed
it was a velvet tail diamondback. These big rattlers have
been religiously
persecuted over the years and now are rare in the Arkansas mountains
except
in a few places unfrequented by people.
I pulled the
truck over for a closer look. As I walked up, I realized it
wasn't
a rattler. My next impression was a copperhead. Not
one of
those common, dingy copperheads. A really big
copperhead. A
dog-biting, child-endangering serpent. The King of the
Copperheads!
It was hung from the stop sign post with weedeater line, much like a
catfish
head. At that moment, I was wishing for a camera.
Forest Service biologist
Warren Montague at Waldron has a four drawer file cabinet stuffed full
of data. He has the goods on beavers, bears, bass, various
kinds
of birds, and - maybe you've already guessed - big snakes.
For 20
years, he's clipped from papers occasional photos of folks posing with
dead snakes as long as a basketball player is tall. These
photos
are very much like those taken of my uncle with his 50-pound catfish
from
Tenkiller and maybe your aunt with her 16-point buck. They
smile
at success and the dead creatures look awesome--especially when a
person
must hold arms up to get the tail out of the dirt.
I didn't have a camera,
so unless some one of you took the picture already, it's not likely to
make news. As things turned out, it wouldn't be much of a
story when
compared to the 8-foot rattlers that, in past years, were sometimes
killed.
However, there is some news value in what happened out there.
Imagine my surprise
when I got out of the truck and ``up close and personal'' with the
serpent.
As I had already surmised, this was no rattler. It wasn't
even the
King of the Copperheads. The person who killed it probably
assumed
the readily apparent mass of rust colored markings on its back were
those
of a copperhead. Perhaps they had been weedeating in the
backyard
when--suddenly--here was a huge snake!
However, these blotches
were not in the shape of an old-fashioned hourglass, as in copperheads,
but were roundish. I'd seen that round pattern before.
Several different
kinds of snakes exhibit the rattlesnake-looking or copperhead-looking
pattern.
I saw a bucket
full of them two years ago, brought in our office by folks who assumed
they were hatchling copperheads, but who didn't want to kill
them.
Turns out they were actually young black rat snakes, which look totally
different than the adults. The young are generally grayish
with blotchy
patterns of dark brown or rust. Adult rat snakes tend to blacken with
age.
In this country, they are called chicken snakes or black snakes.
The creature hanging
from the stop sign was not a rattler, copperhead, or black snake. It
was
a prairie king snake (scientific name, Lampropeltis
calligaster).
Like rat snakes and many other species of snakes, these kingsnakes do
rapidly
vibrate their tails when frightened. They will strike if
cornered.
Otherwise, they spend their days out of our sight eating mice, lizards,
and other small snakes, which they kill by constriction. They
are
not venomous in any way.
It is easy to imagine
the death of this serpent caused some rejoicing among its usual
prey.
The King is dead! The King is dead! It didn't get
that big
just scaring folks with its brown blotches--it must have cleaned up a
bunch
of rodents and snakes over the years.
Amphicarpa bracteata
is not a household name. Nor probably is its common name:
“hog peanut.”
It is a proud member of the family of plants known to botanists as the
Leguminosae, and to the rest of us, as legumes--or peas.
The fact that we don’t
instantly recognize Amphicarpa bracteata isn’t all that
important. Just
think a minute about all of the plants we see on farms, unkempt yards,
roadsides, and out in the forest itself. How many can we name with even
a common name? The venerable old hog peanut is in fact a common
resident
of western Arkansas.
Flora of Missouri
by Julian Steyermark states that Native Americans commonly used hog
peanut
fruits. “Cooked and seasoned with salt, pepper, and buttered
or creamed,
they are said to resemble garden peas. The usual time for gathering
these
is in late fall and early spring. White-footed and meadow mice (voles)
commonly store these underground fruits in their nests and homes. The
plants
are browsed by white-tailed deer.”
Hog peanuts, and a
host of other plants, are part of a research report now playing a role
in management of the Ouachita National Forest. Beginning in the
mid-1990s,
students and faculty from Oklahoma State University carried out
research
projects in western Arkansas that demonstrate how logging, mid-story
reduction,
and prescribed burning affect plants and animals. Because of its status
as an endangered species, red-cockaded woodpeckers have been one focus
of this research. In particular, researchers have asked how managing a
large area for the open, park-like stands of shortleaf pines and
various
species of hardwoods affects other plants and animals?
This research demonstrated
that preferred browse for white-tailed deer was greatly enhanced by the
same forestry techniques used for red-cockaded woodpecker management.
Wild
turkeys and bobwhite quail appear to also benefit from these
techniques.
Hog peanuts came up
in
a 1994 report by Ron Masters and Chris Wilson: “Effects of
midstory vegetation
removal and fire on breeding birds and plant community composition in
red-cockaded
woodpecker clusters.” During 1992-3, Masters, Wilson, and
others meticulously
counted and identified all plants that occurred in randomly chosen
plots
in a variety of habitats varying from untreated controls (areas that
had
not been logged since early in the 1900s) to treatment areas that had
been
variously logged, small trees removed from the midstory, and prescribed
burning.
Shady, vegetation-choked
controls had the fewest species of plants overall. The areas that had
treatments
resulting in the forest appearing open and park-like had the most plant
diversity. The primary difference between the treatments and controls
is
available sunlight.
Hog peanuts
are just one of at least several dozen plant species that do not
flourish
in the dense shade of habitats that have been protected from fire. In a
sense, they became locally “rare” because of the
loss of sunlight. Their
seeds remain in the soil and reappear when the forest becomes more
open.
In earlier days, when
wildfires were a common feature of Ouachita forests, hog peanuts and
other
species would have had plenty of sunlight in areas prone to burn. Hogs
from pioneer-era settlements must have rooted out many a
peanut.
Such areas would also have featured stands of shortleaf pine--and
red-cockaded
woodpeckers.
On a sunny day in December
2000, Keith Piles and I sat on the tailgate for lunch in an abandoned
deer
hunter camp on Buffalo Road, south of Waldron, Arkansas, in the
Ouachita
National Forest. Suddenly overhead we heard the sharp kip-kip-kip-kip
call
of several birds flying from a big, cone-covered shortleaf pine where
we
parked. Lots of birds call overhead in flight, but in western Arkansas
pine country, only one species gives this call: red crossbills.
Male red crossbills
exhibit a general rosy color with darker wings. The
“drab” color of females,
as in many other birds, allows them to blend into the background. But
it
isn’t feathers or flight calls that capture our attention.
Rather, it’s
the novel bill (or beak), which is crossed, scissors-like. This allows
the bird to pry open pinecones, making seed extraction easier. With the
exception of the related white-winged crossbill, it is our only bird
that
naturally evolved this bill type. They are the specialists in foraging
on seeds from many species of coniferous trees, including spruce,
pines,
Douglas fir, and hemlock. All of these trees have different sizes and
shapes
of cones. This has had a critical impact on red crossbills.
University of Arkansas
graduate students who’ve conducted research in the Ouachita
National Forest-Rob
Doster in the early ‘90s and Jay Withgott in the late
‘90s-- found red
crossbills on several occasions in the Waldron area. The annual
Breeding
Bird Survey conducted in Scott County (a joint effort of the Forest
Service
and the Fish & Wildlife Service) reported two small flocks
during the
1990s. All this shows that red-crossbills, a species usually associated
with forests in the Rocky Mountain west and north into Canada and
southern
Alaska, also visit (and may sometimes nest) in shortleaf pine forests
of
western Arkansas.
Admittedly, red crossbills
may not be a burning topic of interest in Walmart parking lots or even
the ivy-crusted halls of the state’s colleges, but they are
of considerable
interest among ecologists and bird watchers. This interest is stirred
for
one obvious reason: it’s a long ways from the spruce forests
of Canada
to Arkansas. Crossbills are a rare thing here.
The Arkansas Birds
Discussion List on the world wide web (hosted by the University of
Arkansas-Fayetteville)
really hums when crossbills appear at backyard bird feeders, or when
folks
suddenly hear them, as we did last December. But there is also another,
more ecological, reason for this interest. This involves the crossed
bill
itself.
Folks who’ve studied
red crossbills report subtle but critical distinctions in body size and
bill shape related to the size and shape of cones upon which they feed.
Simply put, the whole population of red crossbills is divided into
subgroups
with distinctive “tools.” Their bills,
body size, and calls have
a variety of distinctive features related to the high diversity of
conifer
cone sizes. Each group within the species has a specific bill depth
associated
with the conifer species most important to them. As bill depth
increases,
so does the need for additional flight muscle mass, which results in
red
crossbills varying in size from 4.5 to 6.5 inches in length.
The Arkansan with
the most knowledge of this is Bill Holimon of the Arkansas Natural
Heritage
Commission. Before coming to ANHC, he studied with Craig Benkman, a
leading
crossbill expert. Most of the details related above came from Holimon.
I gather that this information is merely the tip of the iceberg, so to
speak.
Obviously, there is
a big, fascinating story associated with just the calls of those birds
we heard during lunch last December. It’s a part of the
Ouachita National
Forest most of us never think about. Mr. Holimon is a key source of
information
about this. In the Poteau Ranger District office, we have some
additional
research material, if any of you students out there are interested. Mr.
Holiman will talk to you about crossbills, too.
End-of-the-world
A tornado struck the
Ouachita Mountains on May 8, 1882, wiping out a section of what is
today
the Ouachita National Forest. The event is celebrated in the name
Hurricane
Grove along highway 270, just west of Mt Ida in Montgomery County. The
path of the storm was about one-half mile wide by approximately 14
miles
long through a stand of virgin shortleaf pine. It must have seemed like
the end-of-the-world predicted in Revelations.
I don't know how many
western Arkansas readers subscribe to the theory that the-end-of-time
is
near. Floods, huge fires, devastating droughts, mass murders and other
headline producing events do seem to fit the terminal doom of Old
Testament
prophesy.
During the big tornado
of 1882, many thousands of old trees went down in the blinking of an
eye.
Then, with a little drying time, there must have been a big
wildfire-sparked
by lightning that has left many scars on tall pines in the Ouachitas.
Tornado
and probable wildfire surely left a scene of truly Biblical
proportions:
smoldering stumps, standing tree skeletons, scorched rocks. Back then,
someone may have seen the-end-of-time in such events.
From a biologist's
perspective, these events revealed not the near approach of
the-end-of-time,
but rather the beginnings of a new forest. What returned in those
roughly
seven square miles of damaged and blackened landscape was a young
forest--what
today's silviculturists would term an even-aged pine stand. It was
called
even-aged because the seeds that produced the new trees all basically
germinated
at the same time, in the burst of sunlight allowed to the forest floor
by tornado and fire.
Botanists from that
time would have noticed spreading masses of purple coneflowers. Bird
watchers
would have heard the ringing calls of Bachman's sparrows. The plant
growth
stimulated by sunlight and nutrients would have been highly attractive
to bobwhite quail, deer, turkey, and black bears. More than a century
later
we can see the tornado and fires as critical events in seemingly
endless
cycles of forest renewal. Even with massive destruction, it doesn't
seem
to fit with the-end-of-time.
It is my suspicion
that many contemporary events of mass destruction--from the Yellowstone
fires of the 1980s to the sad school shootings of the 1990s--mark
starting
points of renewal. So far as I know, unambiguous references to the year
2000 don't appear in the Bible or other holy texts of world religions.
The hope for, and faith in, renewal does appear in some form in most
religious
texts.
The path toward renewal
was pretty clear in 1882. A forest expert who visited the area three
decades
later saw a healthy, vigorous forest, just as visitors in the
Yellowstone
see today. The trees and the wildlife had returned.
Just like the ancient
scribes who created the Bible, I agree that the world as we know it
will
come to an end. But I make no predictions. This is for God to know,
rather
than people. Today we have many opinions as to the causes of troubling
events and many differing opinions about solutions. We are not sure yet
just how to renew ourselves as a society, but we will, just like
forests
do.
The "children" of
that old forest near Mt Ida now stand tall and healthy on the Womble
Ranger
District.
Rain or shine, warm
or cold, February and early March kicks off the tree-planting season on
the Ouachita National Forest. Tree-wise, the Ouachitas are certainly in
the big leagues. Baby Ouachita shortleaf pine trees bagged hundreds per
bundle arrive in 18-wheelers at the Poteau Ranger District work center
in Waldron. Into the dark coolers go this forest-of-the-future, ready
for
the tree planters. Soon young pines join many species of hardwoods
covering
rugged mountains in western Arkansas.
Future forests of
a different kind are also being planted. Rainy weather in late February
brings out an amphibian Top 40. Frogs of many kinds begin serious
courting
along streams and ponds, road ruts, and low, wet places in the forest.
One knows this because the singing is vibrant: courtship and singing
amount
to the same thing. Frog song is everywhere, promises of coming things.
A half-acre wildlife
pond up on a ridge in the forest hosts 5-6 up to a dozen different
kinds
of amphibians, including frogs, toads, and salamanders. Fanciers of
frog
songs can purchase CDs like "Sounds of North American Frogs: the
biological
significance of voices in frogs" from Folkways. Good descriptions of
frog
songs are available in the Peterson series written by Roger Conant,
Field
guide to reptiles and amphibians.
Of course you don't
need books or records to get some ideas about the forest's future. It's
your National Forest. You can head out on a warm evening and just
listen.
The distinctive sound
of spring is a ringing PEET! PEET! PEET! -- song of a tiny vernal
chorister,
the spring peeper, which is approximately one inch long with an X on
its
back. Another common song is the rolling "prreep" of chorus frogs,
similar
to the effect achieved by running your finger along the small teeth of
a comb. And soon, too, comes "long, deep, rattling snores interspersed
with chuckling grunts" from leopard frogs, also planning for
forests-of-the-future.
Tree planters and
frogs aren't the only ones keeping busy. Out in open areas of the
forest,
like old farm places and clearcuts, there are plump male woodcocks
performing
aerial ballets for females watching from the forest edge.
At twilight and again
at dawn, males fly from the woods to open patches within the
surrounding
vegetation. From the ground he repeatedly gives loud calls that sound
like
PEENT! Then he jumps into the air, wings making a curious whirring
sound
as he rises higher and higher, perhaps up to 300 feet, and then
descends
with a sweet cherping, falling like a leaf toward the dancing ground.
Wildflowers on cool
north slopes of hills dominated by hardwood trees also join in this
season
of preparation for future forests. Buttercups, toothworts, trout
lilies,
bloodroot and others must flower and prepare seed in the early spring
sun
that reaches the forest floor prior to the leafing out of hardwood
trees.
After leaf-out, these areas become too shady.
The scene out in the
forest these days is amazing: tree planters planting, peepers peeping,
woodcocks flying, wildflowers pushing up through last season's leaves
and
needles. It's the future and it seems headed our way in a hurry!
The Christmas 2000
ice storm will linger long in our memories. Sleety, icy fingers
clutched
pine and hardwood forests deep in the Ouachita Mountains.
It was special delivery
from the North Pole. An Arctic Express roared into western Arkansas
turning
it into an ice cube. Cars didn't start and the supposedly lucky few
that
did slid in ditches. Ice-encircled tree limbs snapped, crushing
ice-encircled
power lines. Larger towns were without power for days. Communities
tucked
in hills and hollows were powerless for weeks. It was the right time to
own sleds, chainsaw, and wood-burning stove.
In some places ice-encrusted
snow remained three weeks. Nonmigratory birds like Carolina wrens
perished
because they could find no insects and no open water. A few survived
around
natural springs, which remained open with a water temperature
relatively
stable around 55 degrees. Ground feeding birds like meadowlarks,
red-winged
blackbirds, and horned larks followed cows to feed lots, probing for
food
and moisture in cow pies. Migratory birds like robins and bluebirds
abandoned
northern Arkansas and their usual winter roosts in cedar thickets for
warmer
climates south of the mountains.
At eight pounds per
gallon, frozen water hugely burdens trees. Leaves provide a perfect
platform
for ice and snow. Their collective weight breaks limbs. Hardwoods like
oaks and dogwoods drop leaves in fall, well before ice and snow,
thereby
avoiding catastrophe. Or usually they do, that is.
In western Arkansas
buildups of ice and snow on pines can be staggering. Unlike hardwoods,
an Arctic Express finds pines with full complements of needles. As a
result,
pines have devised clever defenses. Broad oak leaves provide fine
surfaces
for snow and ice, but depending upon their lengths, needles offer
minimal
surfaces.
Sporting needles 8-18
inches long, longleaf pines occur in warm places like South Carolina,
Florida
and Louisiana where winters are mild and where instead of having to
battle
ice storm, the needles can stay busy absorbing sunshine. Shorter
needled
types, including the native shortleaf pines of the Ozarks and
Ouachitas,
occur in more northerly areas periodically targeted by the Arctic
Express.
Other kinds of pines
have needle lengths somewhere between these two. One kind native to the
lowlands of southern Arkansas is loblolly pine. At 5-9 inches in
length,
loblolly needles are noticeably longer than those of shortleaf, at 3-5
inches. This difference in needle length seems to have important
implications
for forest management in the Ouachita National Forest, where only
shortleaf
pine is native.
Foresters have long
recognized that loblollies are fast growing. As in the case of longleaf
pine, needle lengths on the loblolly pines allow the tree to absorb
more
sun energy as compared to the shortleaf, which is notoriously slow
growing.
The fast growth of loblollies makes them commercially attractive,
especially
in the production of pulpwood. As a result, there has been interest in
planting loblolly pines in areas once dominated by shortleaf pines.
In the Ouachita
National Forest, the decision was made to stick with shortleaf pine.
The
reasons are naturally sound. Foresters have noticed that when loblolly
is planted in the shortleaf country, the fast-growing loblolly
plantations
suffer comparatively heavy damage from buildups of ice and snow.
Shortleaf,
by comparison, is weather hardy. Ice and snow usually slide quickly and
efficiently from the short needles with the slightest warmth and
breeze.
Shortleaf pines that
survive our mountain winters eventually produce high quality yellow
pine
lumber. Perhaps the Arctic Express forms a natural boundary between the
loblolly pines of the southern lowlands, and the shortleaf pines of the
Arkansas uplands.
The Christmas 2000
storm was so intense that every type of tree was damaged, but in most
years
the ice will take it toll primarily from the species not adapted to
life
in the mountains.
We tend to think of
the Forest Service-and our public lands in western Arkansas
generally--in
terms of hunting, logging, and hiking. Forest Service personnel are
also
involved in many other ways in communities like Logan and Scott
counties
with large amounts of public land. Not all these services directly
involve
forest management.
For example, Frances
Rothwein, wildlife biologist at Booneville (Cold Springs Ranger
District)
has for years organized wildlife programs for local Scout groups. In
her
work she has an opportunity to find turtles, lizards, snakes, etc. that
invariably fascinate the Scouts. Scout groups also come into the
Waldron
office (Poteau Ranger District). These young folks are invariably
attracted
to Pearl, a female southern flying squirrel, which has lived at the
office
for 5 years. She was a juvenile when she was found by a logger, and
raised
to adulthood by Forest Service personnel. Her cage resembles a woodland
habitat, including the natural tree cavity where she sleeps during the
day.
When a recent group
of 20 Scouts crowded around her cage, only one of the 20 had ever seen
a flying squirrel. This would cause a person to think she is something
of a rarity, but this is far from the case. In the course of climbing
trees
used by red-cockaded woodpeckers (an endangered species),
I’ve probably
seen a thousand flying squirrels myself. The Scouts haven’t
spent much
time in the forest at night, when flying squirrels are active. None of
the Scouts do what Frances and other wildlife personnel in this area do
as part of their jobs: look inside cavities (or holes) in older trees.
Flying squirrels illustrate
a part of the unsuspected National Forest. And now consider bats. Sure,
we have all seen bats in the outdoors here, but do we realize there are
dozens of species of bats here? David Saugey, a wildlife biologist on
the
Jessieville Ranger District near Hot Springs, has made a career of
studying
the amazing diversity of bats in the Ouachitas. His programs, including
exhibits of live bats, have broadened the knowledge of groups like the
Arkansas Audubon Society summer camp held annually at Camp Clearfork.
There’s plenty more
in this unsuspected forest. A research project conducted on three
ranger
districts in western Arkansas (Poteau, Cold Springs, and Mena)
demonstrated
the presence of numerous plant species so unusual-and so
unsuspected-they
generally lack common names. The research looked at effects of
restoring
forests of the sort that were common in western Arkansas in pioneer
days.
When the forests were
restored to open, park-like conditions, additional sunlight reaching
the
forest floor stimulated growth by more than a score of plant species
whose
growth had been suppressed for decades by the extremely shady
conditions
produced by the suppression of natural fire. There were, and are, good
reasons for controlling wildfires, but prescribed (or controlled) fire
is the best and most effective tool for supporting natural development
of forests, including plants, birds, mammals, etc.
In so many ways, it’s
an unsuspected forest. It’s not easy to imagine that raging
fires help
shape green masses of mature shortleaf pines and various hardwood
species.
We don’t necessarily suspect that flying squirrels glide
among trees at
night. Or that these same forests are home to many species of bats and
for flowering plants for which we have no familiar names.
The first turtle I
saw this spring was spinning around upside down in the middle of
highway
I-540. A car had hit it, or really just glanced it. A guy in a black
Ford
Ranger suddenly pulled off the highway, sprung out the door, trotted
back
toward the turtle, scooped it up, then set it down carefully in the
grass,
well off the highway.
It was the last week
in April, when there had been a nice warm front. Suddenly, there were
turtles
on the highway all the way from Fayetteville to Waldron. Turtles must
have
been on the move all across the more than two million acres of National
Forest in the Ozarks and in the Ouachitas. These were the high-domed
box
turtles folks in western Arkansas call terrapins. They'd been in the
mud
and leaf mold since last fall, so the first turtles all had mud and
bits
of leaves still attached to their shells. You could see them out there
on the highway, legs out and colorful heads-up, surveying the spring
sunshine.
What with all the
bad news constantly in the paper, a person can't but help notice and
appreciate
the simple act of kindness in moving that turtle. I've also seen many
cars
and even 18-wheelers slide over just a little to give these creatures a
fighting chance in their highway crossings. However, since that last
week
in April I've also seen many smashed turtles.
Turtles are ancient
and highly successful life forms. When I see them in all their many
species
and sizes, I get the feeling that I'm experiencing the lost world of
dinosaurs.
Their ancient life styles are a key to understanding why so many are
killed
on highways. The exploring habit is instinctual, a way of life way long
before highways. They were here first. The act of not-running-over-them
is a way of recognizing that they do, in fact, have the right-of-way.
The poet and essayist
Loren Eiseley once wrote about the simple act of throwing starfish back
into the sea. He'd been walking on the beach one night when
he noticed
that a strong tide was stranding thousands of these familiar creatures
on the beach, an almost certain death. Eiseley soon found himself
pulled
out of his casual walk and put to hard work gathering up starfish and
throwing
them back into the water. How like the man in the black Ford with the
turtle!
Eiseley, who worked
as a scientist, knew that from a biological perspective, what he was
doing
made no sense, at least not conventionally speaking. If
"nature"
used wave actions to pitch starfish on the beach, maybe "nature"
intended
them to die. Similarly, our modern society must have its highways. We
are
busy going places. Isn't it true that slow moving turtles must adapt
themselves
to our ways, or die?
Eiseley reasoned that
it was also "nature" that gave him his fine mind. He further reasoned
that
it was a "higher nature" (akin to a religious feeling) that gave him
the
ability to empathize with imperiled starfish. This "higher nature" was
also part of our "nature."
Speaking as a biologist,
I understand why people might not think it counts for much to save a
starfish,
or even a terrapin. After all, what are a few thousand starfish among
billions?
What are a few hundred terrapins among the many thousands? But at the
same
time I can't help but think that the 18-wheeler who at 65 MPH moved his
big rig over two feet to miss a terrapin had hold of a truth
fundamental
that we busy folks are in danger of forgetting every day: there will be
room for all of us on the planet--or in the long run, they'll be room
for
none of us.
I don't mean to imply
that the driver was a card-carrying nature lover. But it may be true
that
a person doesn't have to be a "nature lover" or a biologist to
recognize
a "higher" form of right-of-way; that is, our own salvation may lay in
simple acts and a state of mind that values the needs of others,
including
others very different from us. The simple act of letting a turtle cross
may be an act on the road to salvation. It is for me, anyway.
These essays are dedicated
to the belief that, metaphorically speaking, the whole world is a
turtle
crossing.