Building better ecosystems--one beaver at a time!
I live in an expanding western Massachusetts town that’s
short on available housing stock. As in all such towns, this has sprouted new
developments on lands that for centuries have been meadows and forest, many of
which are bounded by wetlands. New suburbanites generally like the idea of living in sylvan developments,
but they often have trouble with the reality of deer munching their
rhododendrons, foxes carrying off Fluffy the cat, or black bears taking down
bird feeders and frightening little Joey. But nothing seems to inspire their
ire quite like beavers, those buck-toothed, pancake-tailed varmints who build
domed dams that (very
occasionally) cause water levels to rise to the point where suburbanites living
nearby get wet basements. God forbid the trunk of a prized magnolia–a
non-native invasive species–ends up on the dam. That leads to demands for
poisoning the beavers. (Note to complainers: Install a sump pump or move to an
in-town condo!)
I live on a street that was once woodlands, so I steadfastly
refuse to sign all neighborhood petitions for any sort of wildlife control.
That certainly extends to beavers. Hell’s bells, developers cut down thousands
of trees to build the houses on my street and those that adjoin it, so it would
the height of hypocrisy to get bent out of shape by a few rodents taking down
some saplings. Courtesy of the Spokane-based Lands Council, I now have
ammunition at my disposal other than principled crankiness the next time the
Beaver Posse comes to my neck of the (radically thinned) woods.
These days we speak of the “environmental” movement. I’m
fine with that, but back in the late 1960s the term of choice was
“ecology.” Ecology is a stronger
word in that it sees the earth as a series of interconnected systems, not
merely a mindset about nature. Ecological research shows that each
species–plants and animals alike–live in interdependent relationships within
specific natural environments. Those of you who are science fiction fans (or
anthropologists) have no doubt encountered some variant of the “butterfly
effect,” which derives from ecology. In simplest terms it says that you can’t
change one thing within a system without inadvertently changing a whole lot of
other things. To boil it down ecologically, you shouldn’t mess with Mother
Nature, and Mom likes beavers.
The Lands Council has pretty convincing data–some of which
goes back to the 1920s–that shows that removing beavers from an ecosystem
increases the likelihood of erosion, drought, and floods. The latter was an
eye-opener. To put it in suburban terms, all those wet basement homeowners who
want to run Bucky the Beaver off the pond are actually increasing the odds of devastating floods. Beavers not only prefer
wetlands, their dam-building activities build
and preserve them. Those wetlands, in turn, retain rainwater and snow melt,
and give them somewhere to go when they come in abnormal amounts. They also
raise the water levels that sustain vegetation. Therein lies the irony; remove
the beavers that are chewing your trees and you’ll eventually end up with fewer trees, not more. Your grass,
bushes, and flowers won’t grow as well either, and your soil will deplete its
nutrients. Shrink the watersheds and all that water once absorbed in them will
find a new home. Ask Smith College, which responded to beaver damage by cutting
down hundreds of trees along Paradise Pond, which is now silting at alarming
rates due to bank erosion. Ask New Orleans, which drained wetlands decades ago
that would have diverted much of the floodwater unleashed by Hurricane Katrina
in 2005.
Idaho is embarked on a project that would cause some of my
neighbors to see red: it’s parachuting beavers into ecosystems in an attempt to
rebuild colonies. Washington has reestablished 50,000 beavers in the eastern
part of the state. Mountainous areas of New Mexico hope to do the same. My town
recently had the good sense to build a few water-diverting culverts that
appeased the Beaver Posse at one of the new developments. Let’s hope that
practice continues here and everywhere else; the fate of our ecosystems rests
(in part) in the paws of Castor
Canadensis.
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