Monday, January 21, 2008

Grizzly Man


I watched a very interesting documentary last night on a man named Timothy Treadwell, who was a grizzly bear enthusiast, and lived among them every summer for 13 years in Katmai National Park, Alaska. The documentary addressed the controversy surrounding this man's activities and his death at the hands of the bears he loved in 2003.


Treadwell was an athiestic, self-proclaimed "eco-warrior" whose mission was, in his mind, to protect the grizzlies in Katmai from poachers. He was about as "crazy environmentalist" as they get and practically loathed human civilization for threatening the grizzly's existence. His approach to studying the bears was the most controversial part of his story. Treadwell literally lived right next to the bears and considered them his friends. He would swim with them, play with their cubs, and get amazingly close to the adults, sometimes even touching them.


Watching footage from his extensive video recordings, it became very clear to me that the connection Treadwell perceived between himself and the bears was complete fantasy. He loved these bears with a passion, giving them all names, and their lack of aggression towards him was perceived to be friendship and acceptance. He went so far as to take on mannerisms of bears and expressed many times to wanting to be a bear and live among them. He did inject some reality into his fantasy. He was very aware how dangerous these grizzly bears were, and knew there was a chance one could turn on him one day. Despite this danger, he refused to carry bear mace or put up electric fences around his camp, which the Park Service suggested for his protection. He tried to be careful around them, but his fascination caused him to get much to comfortable with them.


The remains of him and his girlfriend were found by the bush plane pilot hired to pick him up in the fall of 2003. They were clearly attacked and eaten by bears, and not much was left to recover. The reason I found this story so interesting is because this seems to be a recurring theme throughout history. Man thinks he can tame or befriend wild animals, and eventually is killed by the animals he loved. What Treadwell perceived as friendship was nothing more than bored indifference on the part of the bears. He was not considered a threat, and was literally ignored by them. Only their curiosity would cause them to investigate him at times. His death occured because of natural bear tendencies. The year he and his girlfriend were killed, he stayed later in the season than he normally did. When the salmon were plentiful, the bears had plenty of food and had no reason to take notice of him. But late in the season, when the salmon are scarce and bears are trying to store fat before winter hibernation, he suddenly changed into a potential food source to them. I think these "save the world" liberal environmentalists sometimes live in a fantasy world where nature loves them because they are the heroes of the environment. The stark reality is that these animals are wild, and have two driving forces that never change: their need for survival and the urge to procreate. Beyond this, emotional attachment is an illusion.


Many environmentalists respect Native Americans because they lived "in harmony" with nature, but an Native American interviewed in the documentary said it best. He said there has always been an unspoken boundary between bears and humans. It's a level of respect. The indians leave the bears alone, and vis-a-versa. To cross that boundary into their world is disrespectful and foolish. The numbers tell it all. Treadwell and his girlfriend were the first humans to be killed by a bear in Katmai National Park. He didn't respect the bears enough to leave them alone and he died because of it.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Cow Happenings

Lately a few things have been happening with the cows that bears mentioning, and since this is a homestead blog, here goes!

DW came up with a great idea to feed our cows. We bought 5 big round bales and have been hauling in arm fulls of hay from the overhang connected to our barn, into the barn and dumping it in the hay feeder. This has caused more than a little to be wasted as it falls to the ground while we're walking, not to mention our clothes get covered in hay. The whole point of feeding the cows this way was to keep them from wasting the hay, so that problem wasn't solved. I thought about buying a round bale feeder (at least $100), but I'd have to find a way to haul the round bales into their pen so they can eat it. Then DW had a "apostrophe" (you have to have seen the movie Hook to understand). The pasture fence borders one end of the overhang where we store our hay. Why not replace the fence in that section with an old gate we have laying in the junk pile, cut holes in it for them to stick their heads through, and let them just eat right off of the round bales? Ingenius! Not only is the hay protected from the rain, but it doesn't require us to move the bales to the pen. When they finish a bale we just slide a new one in place, like a coke machine.

Secondly, we tried drawing blood on Chloe again to send in for a preg test. We must have stuck that poor cow 10 times and couldn't get enough to send in. We'll try again this weekend and if it doesn't work, I'll have to have the vet palpate her.

Thirdly, Pumpkin and I seem to be doing this weird dance every morning now. For some reason, about halfway through milking, she gets it in her head that she doesn't want to be in the stanchion any more. She starts trying to pull her head out and poops, pees and dances all over the place. I don't get it. She has plenty of grain left, and it's not like I'm taking forever. I just have to stand back and let her calm down. The rest of the milking consists of me trying to milk the rest of the way and stopping to let her dance some more. So far she has not kicked, which I'm extermely thankful for. She has stepped in the bucket once, but that wasn't her fault. I don't know what gets into her, but it makes milking twice as long as it has to be. The other thing I can't figure out is why she doesn't do it with Regina. Not even once. Go figure. From experience I know it could be much worse, which helps me keep perspective. Oh well. I'll just smile each morning now as I know I'm going out to the barn to dance with my cow.