Urban dwelling bears are fatter, more likely to die a violent death at a younger age than their backcountry cousins, and, if female, more likely to get pregnant at a younger age, according to a studyby Wildlife Conservation Society researcher Jon Beckmann.
However, their shorter lifespan isn’t related to obesity, but rather a disturbing tendency to be involved in vehicle collisions.
Remarkably interesting correlation to humans and some of our not-so-natural urban habits.
(still, you must admit–this thread heading begs for a Gary Larson cartoon showing bear juvenile delinquents spray-painting stylized paw-prints on the backs of buildings.)
Squirrels and rabbits are part of the workaday landscape around here. Raccoons are given, but elusive.
I’ve seen more opossums this year than ever, notably in my own yard.
For the first time ever, a few days ago around 1:30am I saw a doe in a park by the Mississippi river. I wouldn’t be surprised to know that urban deer live amid the cover of the wooded banks, but this one was out in the open with an occasional human about, grazing only about 15 feet from me, smack-dab in the glow of a street light, and clearly unafraid. Saw her the next evening too, and a couple said they’d just been feeding her apples out of hand. That time she was quite a bit further away from the walkway, but when I stopped to watch she left off with them and came directly over to where I was and grazed some. Probably panhandling…although beautiful as only the white tailed deer can be, she was a bit thin although apparently healthy and not starving.
It was almost as if she were inviting me to admire her.
The other day I was walking to class and on the bank’s grassy area I saw a small rabbit that had been hit by a car. It’s back half was missing and I could see the bones, muscle, and guts inside it. The bank had just opened, so I went in and told one of the tellers. It was really gruesome, but later that day as I walked home it was gone and there was no blood anywhere.
Saw a couple of urban beaver. Man, those suckers are big. I thought at first one was a log. Dunno where their lodge would be, but I’m pretty sure they’ve long ago given up trying to dam the Mississippi.
There’s a tree by St. Anthony Falls that’s a roosting spot for a mess o’ cormorants. Just before dusk they individually take off, swoop around, and go back to the tree. That’s it. Haven’t seen 'em dive, yet.
We’ve been attacked by beavs on th St. Croix while canoing. They swim under the canoe and whack it with their tails, scare the blank out of ya. On some rivers they just build dens in the banks no dams and lodges. Baby beavs are one of the ulitmate cute baby animals.
The other day I was walking to class and on the bank’s grassy area I saw a small rabbit that had been hit by a car. It’s back half was missing and I could see the bones, muscle, and guts inside it. The bank had just opened, so I went in and told one of the tellers. It was really gruesome, but later that day as I walked home it was gone and there was no blood anywhere.
A number of road kill cleaning crews are winged or four legged. The four legged ones will even clean up blood, slurp!
We call them ravens. It’s much healthier for them than that junk they get out of the McDonald’s dumpster.
For bigger stuff meat, the state troopers keep a list of local charities willing to salvage carcasses. When a moose gets hit by a car, the next charity on the list is called and they mobilize their volunteers and go deal with it. I think it’s a good system: the hungry get fed nutritious food, the roads get cleared, and the moose isn’t wasted.
Yeah, Alaska habits have made the big-time since our governor’s sudden rush to stardom. (But no more about that or this will need to go to the Rubber Room. ) My own daughter would NOT have wanted to do that at age 10 (or any age), but many Alaskan girls trap hares and then learn from their grandmothers how to tan the skins and sew them into soft, warm mittens, or baby parkas for their younger siblings.