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Monday, May 25, 2009

Ninestone Land Trust

Photos by Roberta Ress


Fifteen years ago Judy Griffith and Don Matt fulfilled a life-long dream to protect a piece of this Earth that we have inherited when they purchased approximately 400 acres of pristine land in the Ozarks halfway between Beaver Lake and the Buffalo National River. The original property owner built a log cabin in the 1940s, and had a dream to one day preserve the land; however, the following series of owners were mostly out-of-towners (visited on weekends/summers) until the land fell into the hands of Judy and Don, who decided to afford the land permanent protection by entering into an agreement with the Ozark Regional Land Trust (and thus fulfilling the original owner's dream, unbeknownst to them at the time). As nine people played a role in initially obtaining the property, this beautiful place earned its name: Ninestone. The small cabin on the property was in disrepair, and Judy and Don have restored it to mint condition- cedar posts from the property and beautiful wood floors complement the log exterior; the cool breeze wafted through the screen doors on either side of the house, which is filled with field guides and artifacts representative of the area they love so very much. A rich collection of native plants flanks the cabin, as well as a small pond. A garden containing vegetables and fruit trees is in the yard, as well as an artistically decorated chicken-coop. But the best part is the porch- on the back of the house is a large wooden deck that overlooks what must be one of the most scenic views in all of Arkansas, a beautiful multi-tiered waterfall flanked by colorful wildflowers in which otters play. It takes your breath away! Don and Judy are privy to this beautiful view whenever they please, and rightfully so, considering they have poured their hearts and souls into its preservation. It is truly remarkable what they are doing.

Judy grabbed her binoculars and took us on a hike around Ninestone. I was on a mission- a mission to find the Blue-winged Warbler, which she says is a regular on their land. First she showed us the empty nest of an Eastern Towhee. Recently one day she stood by, quietly so as not to disturb, and watched the mother Towhee sitting on her nest of eggs; the next day, the mother was no where to be found and the nest empty, possibly predated by a snake or mammalian predator. We did, however, see a female Towhee busily gathering nesting material- perhaps she was going to give it another go? From here we traveled over a large cedar glade, hosting many species of wildflowers, one (Barbara’s Button: Marshallia caespitosa) particularly rare. Red-eyed Vireos, Northern Parulas and Blue-grey Gnatcatchers flitted about as we traversed the diverse habitat, through the oak-hickory forest, and out onto a bluff overlooking Piney Creek and a spectacular view of the valley below. WOW- this place is something special. They have preserved a section of Piney Creek, which eventually flows into the Kings River, one of Arkansas’ more beautiful rivers. After taking in the magnificent view, we wound back around to the cabin, when suddenly Judy stopped- “Did you hear it?” she asks. The Blue-winged Warbler! After a bit of searching, we were rewarded with views of the small yellow insectivore with blue wings as it flitted in and out of a grove of small walnut trees. Success! Not that the day wouldn’t have been considered one without this treat – the place is absolutely one of the most beautiful places I’ve been to in Arkansas, and I couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend the day.

After obtaining satisfying views of the warbler, we made our way back to the house, when Don was kind enough to load us into his truck and drive us across Piney Creek (so as not to get our feet wet) and to the beautiful waterfall we’d been admiring from their deck. We spent a while exploring the waterfall, which Don has swam in during all 12 months of the year (though we chose to pass, as apparently it is quite cold regardless of the month!), before being trucked back to the house and retiring on the back deck to relax; our wonderful hosts offered us chips and salsa while we enjoyed the rain and birds eating from their smattering of feeders. Over a dozen Indigo Buntings foraged on the ground, while a Summer Tanager and two Red-Bellied Woodpeckers ate from the oranges they had put out for them. In addition to numerous reptiles, amphibians, mammals, and plants, Don and Judy have documented 154 bird species on Ninestone. I know these species that call Ninestone home are greatful for Judy and Don, as are we – the planet we all call home needs more stewards like this wonderful couple!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Magnificent Manatees

My brother, Michael, adopted a manatee for me for my birthday. His name is Lenny, and his mother Luna brought him with her to Blue Springs State Park Florida in 1978, making him older than I am! The Save the Manatee Club, which administers the adoption program, says that he prefers rest to all other activities; additionally, he has suffered several run-ins with boats, evident by the numerous scars on his back and tail. Manatees face numerous threats, most human-induced, and all living members of the order Sirenia are listed as threatened to some degree (except for the Stellar's Sea Cow, which we managed to hunt to extinction less than 3 decades after we discovered it). In 2008, a total of 337 manatee deaths were recorded.

I have been lucky enough to have snorkeled with manatees on two occasions. They are magnificent animals. Once you've lowered yourself into uncomfortably cold water (winter is the best time to find them, as they concentrate in warm water areas) and your wetsuit slowly fills, shivering, you stick your mask in the water and slowly paddle off, looking side to side, searching for your target. It is an eerie feeling when from out of the murk rises a creature weighing more than you; for a moment your heart flutters, as all of your instincts scream that you should feel fear, and then you rationalize that this is a gentle vegetarian, and once you calm down... WOW. What an amazing experience! We were instructed NOT to chase the manatees, but that if we were approached by them, it was okay to touch. So, when I was approached by them, I touched! And it was SO COOL. It was hard not to follow after them as they swam past, wanting to prolong the encounter for as long as possible. However, I soon discovered that this was unnecessary, because as soon as one left, another would appear. At times it even seemed the manatees were seeking US out... which I was fascinated by. I cannot think of a single other wild animal encounter I have had where the animal actually approached me (except for once when a curious dolphin swam right beneath my kayak). I was hooked!

Problem is, I have since become more educated on manatees and their plight. I know that human interference causes undue stress and alters their activity patterns and behavior, and can be detrimental to this already imperiled species. Even though the dive shop we went with SAID we could not chase/harass the manatees, as we were patrolling the waters in our boat, looking for a manatee so that we could put in, I felt like I was in a hive of buzzing bees, and the bees were the various dive shop boats, all seeking the same target. When a manatee was spotted... it was like a race to for each company to get their clients in first. Who's chasing manatees now? And many other snorkelers did chase the manateees, despite what they were told. I found it interesting that the article I wrote on manatee conservation (with human harassment being listed as a problem) displays numerous google ads on manatee tours! Kind of contradictory to my point. I'm not saying NOT to take a tour to see manatees, as it is an incredible experience, but research the dive shops before choosing one, and patronize one who puts the manatees' needs first and teaches manatee conservation. And definitely do not chase or harass the manatees when you should be lucky enough to encounter one! If the dive company participates in chasing after manatees, let them know of your disapproval and notify them that you will not patronize them again. It is their business, and they want happy customers. If they know that people do care about the manatees' well-being, they will try and cater to that mindset.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

May 6 - Happy Anniversary Nannie and Pappaw!



My grandparents, John and Marieta Ress, are celebrating their anniversary on May 6. They are wonderful, important people in my life, and I wanted to honor them here. My Nannie is a strong, influential woman, who always looks like a million bucks, even when she's just lounging around her home. She raised four wonderful people, including my dad, Tom. When I was little, I would make visits to their house in Indiana and stay with them; when I would get homesick at night, she would come and lay with me until I fell asleep to make me feel better. She loves to tell stories of when I was little, and I love to hear her memories! My Pappaw is a kind, warm-hearted man who loves gardening and the outdoors. He served in WWII, made a career with the post office, and used to raise beagles. He has an AMAZING talent- carving ducks, many of which are pictured above (these were taken by a photographer for an article the newspaper ran about him). The Wood Duck on the right is actually in MY HOME! I managed to end up with two of his carved ducks, and it just so happens that one of them is the one used in the article! All of his life people have suggested he sell them, as being among the most talented carvers he could earn a lot, and he's even been offered money for them. However, he preferred to carve for fun, and every Christmas four ducks were wrapped up and chosen at random by his four children, as their gift. He used to love to play cards - we spent many hours playing hearts around their dining room table. Also, when I was little, I used to LOVE to walk down to Werner's Market with him. We'd always stop along the way and pick honeysuckle flowers... he showed me how to get the sweet nectar out. I also used to love when he took me to his garden to pick snapdragons - I would play with those blossoms until they fell apart! What fond memories were made at that little yellow house in Indiana! Happy anniversary Nannie and Pappaw!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Rod and I saved an entire family Thursday night...

... a family of opossums! It was tense for a moment as I slammed on my breaks and gripped the wheel, praying not to feel the bump of the tire over the soft little body of the opossum that was sitting in the middle of the road. As my car screeched to a halt, Rod said, "Oh, no, there are babies." So, with headlights in the distance behind us, we jumped into action. I popped the trunk and instructed him to pick up the babies off the road while I got our "car box", which I keep for just these occasions. Dumping its contents in the trunk and grabbing the leather gloves (by now there are cars lining up behind us), I ran to Rod and gave him the gloves, holding the box while he encouraged momma opossum inside. She went with little prodding. We then jumped back in, babies in the floorboard and mom in the box, and pulled off the road. I got the flashlight from the trunk to check the roadside for more babies (we had recovered 2, one was smashed on the road), and after about 5 minutes of looking and finding none, Rod calls to me "Uh oh, can you bring the light here and see if you still see these 2 on the floor board? I think one has crawled away." Sure enough, one was there, and the other was NO WHERE to be found. After about 20 minutes of searching, frantically, and listening to baby's hisses to try and pinpoint his location, I just knew that he was somewhere in the inner console of the car, unretrievable, and we'd just have to leave him there to die, at which point we'd have to go to Ford and pay them lots of money to disassemble my interior and remove its dead stinking body. Just then, Rod informed me that he could see it. It was behind a panel covering up some wiring. After ripping his fingernail off trying to remove the screws holding on the panel, a dime finally did the trick. We got it off just as the little booger was crawling behind some wiring... 30 more seconds and he would have been gone. Rod was able to grab his hind legs and pull the little guy out. RELIEF!

NOW what? Well, we headed home and called the local wildlife rehabber, Lynn Sciumbato. She said she'd be happy to take the babies, and after we described the apparent condition of the mother after both seeing her while scooping her off the road (her rear right leg was twisted 270 degrees and sticking straight out behind her), she said it sounded like euthanasia was her best option. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to perform that service, and said we'd probably have to wait until morning. Not wanting her to suffer, Rod called the 24 hour animal emergency clinic, and explained the situation, thinking surely a capable individual would be sympathetic to this suffering animal and gladly send her to a better place. Silly us... the vet who answered (who, oddly enough, just so happened to be OUR personal vet, Dr. Herring) was quite the opposite. He made it VERY clear that they were a privately owned business and operated FOR PROFIT, and if we wanted to pay $75 for a bit of euthanasia he'd do it, but really had no interest in it. He was rude and curt and unaccommodating; we will be writing a letter to Wedington Animal Hospital and requesting Haley and Scooter's records and changing veterinarians, as we would rather support a vet who actually cares for living beings and is not just out to turn a buck. Good for you Dr. Herring, hope you're happy, we've been clients for seven years, and now we'll be patronizing a more caring veterinarian.

In a round about way, we ended up getting the police department to page the on-call animal control officer, who just happened to be Tony Rankin (who we'd dealt with before)... NOW things were going our way! He is SUCH a nice guy who works at the Fayetteville Animal Shelter and gives so much. He agreed to leave his home 20 miles south at 10:00 at night and meet us at the shelter to euthanize the opossum. Well, apparently the opossum miraculously healed. He dumped it out on the shelter counter, and we quickly saw that more babies were still attached to her (Virginia Opossums, Didelphis virginiana, are our only marsupial! They are fascinating, extremely misunderstood animals who get a bad reputation for no reason.), which relieved me, as I knew it was doubtful she only had three and was worried I'd missed some that had crawled into the grass by the roadside. She didn't put up too much of a fight, and he looked her over really good, and unbelievably she was FINE! Ha! What a good ending to all of this! He said he'd have the vet look her over in the morning, just to be sure she was unharmed, then he'd take her to his house on several acres with a brushpile she could live in. Mr. Rankin - THANK YOU!