The snake pictured above is a black-tailed rattlesnake, Crotalus molossus. Of the nine species of rattlesnakes inhabiting Cochise County in southeastern Arizona, this one is my favorite. (If you don’t see the image, it is because you are reading this in your email. Click on the blog’s title to be redirected to my blog website for a better, more inclusive experience. Once there, simply scroll down the title page to quickly find this most recent post.)
If snakes could talk, when asked the question “what is hell?,” they would likely answer “any place where people are.” Many people kill snakes on sight, and others run them over with vehicles – often a brutal, intentional action. If snakes have dreams, surely one of their worst nightmares would involve becoming entangled in certain types of fencing, like chicken wire or plastic mesh. A snake can slip its head through the openings in these kinds of fencing easily. The trouble comes as the reptile moves forward. As the body thickens behind the neck, there comes a point when the snake becomes trapped. Scales on snakes overlap and point backward. The wire or plastic mesh gets caught under the scales, making it impossible for the snake to back out. A long, slow death is the inevitable outcome. I have seen live and dead snakes trapped in fencing more than a few times, especially in chicken wire and in various types of plastic mesh and bird netting. The bottom line is simple: if you care about snakes, don’t use these types of fencing! Find another way.
This year’s monsoon got off to an early start in mid-June, but thus far, we have received just 2.98 inches of rainfall. Many storms have passed by, missing us by only a few miles. Hope for more rain is justified, however, because the summer monsoon season still has a couple of months to go. Summer rain always brings a wonderful blooming of life to this arid landscape, most of which cannot be witnessed at any other times of year. Here is a brief gallery of some of those recent gifts…
It has been a very long time since I posted a new entry on this blog. I feel that I owe my readers an explanation. Why no new blog posts? I have been deeply depressed for months – and depressed writers don’t write. In terms of what has been causing this lasting depression, it is a small avalanche of things…the unjustified furor over the most recent presidential election. The insurrection – one of the most unpatriotic acts I ever known to mar my country’s history. The widespread denial of science by millions of Americans. The pandemic – ranking the United States as the world leader in Covid deaths – an inexcusable national embarrassment. Mass shootings -another ghastly national embarrassment, as we lead all other nations on Earth by a very wide margin with respect to such violent, maniacal acts. The mounting gullibility of our populace coupled with a concerted effort by millions to divide a great nation. The horrific war in Ukraine…and there is plenty more, but I will keep the rest private.
As it has been throughout my life, the world of nature has been a source of peace, calm, reassurance, and sanity during these deeply troubled times. I am so grateful to live far away from towns and cities in a rural setting where birdsong, wildlife, a lack of crowding, and sunlight feed my soul.
So, what is going on in the Middle San Pedro River Valley lately? The landscape is very dry, even by desert standards. The usual winter rains were both scarce and weak, resulting in an entire region whose mesquite bosques sprouted no green understory plants, a valley floor bereft of the normal growth of winter grasses, perennial reaches of the river receding, and uplands nearly devoid of spring wildflowers.
As far as avian life goes, I have never witnessed such a paucity of birds here, both in terms of species diversity and numbers. Numerous migratory species, birds that I have regularly observed every spring for 20 years, simply did not appear, or appeared in very low numbers. There were no back-throated grey warblers, no orange-crowned or Virginia’s warblers, no Empidonax flycatchers. I recorded the presence of only one Townsend’s warbler during migration, and there were startlingly low numbers of normally abundant yellow-rumped warblers. Rufous-winged sparrows, a common fixture here, are entirely absent from our property this year for the first time ever. On the positive side of things, we now have three dazzling male varied buntings visiting our water dishes daily, two more than any other prior year had provided. Our resident ravens, Mike and Mavis, hatched out a clutch of four a few months ago, just 100 feet from my office window. That brood fell victim to a group of coyotes on the very first night that they left the nest. The determined parents have since built a new nest on a nearby property, a place where the landowner is very appreciative of the local wildlife. Mavis is busy incubating her second clutch of eggs in a safe place…
Even the local reptiles – especially the snakes – have been few and far between this summer. A few weeks ago, one of our local diamondbacks appeared at our bird pond to drink and grab a feathered meal or two.
During the hot months in southeastern Arizona, any water source attracts wildlife of all sorts. Simply maintaining a few water dishes does wonders for throngs of very thirsty birds, reptiles, mammals, and more. Our “bird pond” is nothing more than a shallow depression dug into the ground, fed by a trickling garden hose; very simple to set up and maintain. It would take pages of text to tell all the tales of the remarkable diversity of living creatures that have availed themselves of this water source over the years.
Last, but surely not least, as I began to assemble this new blog post on the evening of June 10th, raindrops began pelting the roof! This was no “teaser” rain, no ten-second-this-is-all-you-get rain, but a prolonged rain that wetted the dusty ground and left small puddles in its wonderful wake. This is a rare event, so early in June. Desert life benefits from the gift of every precious drop.
The 2021 monsoon season in southeastern Arizona has certainly been one of the most memorable. At our home acreage in the Middle San Pedro Valley, 9.81 inches of rain have graced the land since the rains began on the second day of July. Other locations within less than 40 miles of us have received over 16 inches! The result is a landscape – and an ecosystem – burgeoning with a refulgence of renewed life. Since regional records have been kept, only the 1955 and 1964 monsoon seasons can compare. The scene above, featuring a landscape bursting with fresh, vivid green growth crowned by a rainbow is emblematic of Arizona’s monsoon.
As the monsoon wanes, migrant birds visit our feeders and watering places; notable appearances this year have included large numbers of Nashville warblers and an exceedingly rare blue bunting, a species that has never been “officially” recorded anywhere in Arizona. As the season approaches autumn, many changes occur in the world of reptiles and insects as well. Rattlesnakes are moving toward their hibernacula sites. The year’s last generation of butterflies brings flashes of beautiful color to the ecosystem. Other insects are reaching maturity, such as several types of native grasshoppers and katydids.
In mid-August, just after an afternoon rainstorm, I watched a female ornate box turtle emerge from the bosque to drink from a rivulet of rainwater. As she was slaking her thirst, I caught a flicker of movement some forty feet beyond her at the edge of the trees. It was a male box turtle. He had spotted her, and this was mating season. If you think turtles are slow, you have never seen an amorous male box turtle chasing a female! There is nothing subtle about box turtle sex. The males literally run down and attempt to corner the females, who move nearly as fast in their attempts to elude the charging males. Once the pair is joined, mating can take upwards of an hour.
Last week, my wife Kathleen discovered a new species of beetle, (one we had never seen here before), floating in a rain collection bucket. She rescued the hapless insect – a gorgeous, iridescent creature known as the Carolina tiger beetle.
Tiger beetles are incredible insects. The have been a part of my life since boyhood, when I often attempted to catch them as they raced across the ground with what seemed like otherworldly speed. Very few insects are faster on land than tiger beetles. Tiger beetles are hyper-alert predators equipped with unusually long hind legs for rapid propulsion. Their big heads house a pair of huge compound eyes capable of acute long-distance vision. The visual field of a tiger beetle encompasses more than a full hemisphere. When a prey item is spotted, tiger beetles run it down, then secure their meal with a set of long, formidable, serrated mandibles.
Most species of tiger beetles are diurnal, but the Carolina tiger beetle is an exception, preferring to be active after dark. I wonder if any part of these insects would glow under a UV light source? A number of other local nocturnal creatures glow under ultraviolet light, including scorpions and pocket gophers.
Butterflies are often abundant during the monsoon. As I was working outdoors one day, I noticed a fresh chrysalis hanging from some old wire fencing. I recognized its form; it had been made by a caterpillar that was a member of the butterfly subfamily Danainae. Insect species native to Arizona that belong to this group comprise three look-alike species: monarch, queen, and soldier butterflies.
Many plants native to the desert southwest have specially adapted themselves in a variety of ways to the summer monsoon season. One of the weirdest, most bizarre, and fascinating is a plant known as dodder. The first time that I encountered dodder, I stared in sheer wonder for some time while thinking “what the hell is that?”
Dodder grows as a vine, commonly forming a scattered profusion of very fine, yellowish tendrils that snake their way through the vegetation. It is a plant that cannot manufacture chlorophyll. Dodder survives by obtaining water and nutrients from other plants – it is an obligate parasite.
The weirdness begins just after a dodder seed sprouts following a monsoon rain storm. The minuscule seed – nearly microscopic – sends a small, shallow root into the soil while raising a tiny, thin tendril above ground. As the tendril grows, it starts to turn in upwardly-ascending spirals. It is not seeking light as most plants do – it is searchingfor a host. As the tendril lengthens, its spirals correspondingly enlarge, until it makes contact with a nearby plant. The tip of the tendril is chemosensory; it can literally sniff out what sort of plant it touches. Dodder is selective about the company it keeps – only certain plants will do as suitable hosts. If the tendril likes what it senses, it wraps itself tightly around the plant’s stem, then sinks a feeding tube – known as a haustoria – into the stem.
At this point, the seedling’s tiny root dies. The dodder plant then obtains all of its water and nutrients from its host. It will continue to grow and search, attaching itself to more plants. Once it has inserted enough feeding tubes into its victim(s), dodder reaches a point in its physiology that enables it to reproduce. Clusters of tiny white flowers erupt from the vine’s stem, ensuring the plant’s future.
So what is truly bizarre about this parasitic plant? Research has documented the fact that dodder actually steals sequences of DNAfrom its host plants’ genes, then incorporates them into its own DNA. The process is called “horizontal gene transfer.” This results in better survival for the dodder plants. It also enables them to manufacture strings of RNA that it sends back into the host plant, causing the host to weaken its defenses.
Dodder plants are classified as members of the Convolvulaceae – the morning glory family – with over 200 species worldwide. The genus, (Cuscuta), has a global range, occurring in tropical, subtropical, and temperate habitats. Dodder has a slew of common names, many of them derogatory – strangleweed, witch’s hair, devil’s guts, scaldweed, devil’s hair, and hellbine.
When considering this plant, we should strive to avoid the common propensity of our species to pass judgement on other life forms….often the result of our high capacity for arrogance-as-a-species combined with ecological ignorance. Simply because dodder is a parasite does not make it bad. Estimates place the percentage of parasitic organisms on Earth at 40-50% of all species. Clearly, parasitism is an essential part of the recipe for life on Earth. Here in the Middle San Pedro Valley, one of dodder’s favorite host plants is pigweed. Even when heavily infested with dodder, local pigweed plants continue to grow and produce viable seed.