Fox Populi: Near-Extinct Species Makes a Comeback on CA Islands

A Santa Cruz Island Fox. | Photo: Courtesy The Nature Conservancy

Christie Boser carefully reaches into the trap and pulls out the fox with one hand. A young male, the housecat-sized animal is surprisingly calm -- considering he's a wild animal. As his eyes dart around the small crowd gathered in the dry riverbed, Christie, a biologist with The Nature Conservancy, fits a tiny hood over his eyes to keep him calm. Over the next few minutes, Boser gives the fox a mini check-up -- teeth, coat, testes.

"10 years ago, finding healthy young male foxes would never have been possible," says Tim Coonan, a biologist with the National Park Service at Channel Islands National Park.

That's because the fox population on all the Channel Islands dipped precipitously low in the late 1990s. The fox comeback is a success story that could be applied to other places.

Proposed Trash Dump Next to Joshua Tree National Park Canceled

Aerial photo of Eagle Mountain mine as seen from the east. | Photo: Chris Clarke/KCET

In a bit of long-awaited good news for Joshua Tree National Park and its wild residents, the agency responsible for disposing of Los Angeles County's trash has abandoned the idea of using the closed Eagle Mountain Mine as a landfill. The decision, reached Wednesday, caps more than 15 years of opposition to the proposal from National Park and wildlife supporters, recycling advocates and Riverside County desert residents.

Drift Nets Threatening Marine Life Off California Coast

A gruesome secret hides in the waters off the California coast: mile-long nets that sit in the ocean like invisible walls.

Fishermen use these drift gillnets to catch swordfish and thresher sharks, but Ashley Blacow, Pacific policy and communications manager for Oceana, said they also catch other creatures that either drown or are tossed overboard.

"They're a non-selective type of fishing gear that end up entangling many different species of marine life that travel through the open ocean like blue shark, striped marlin, dolphin, ocean sunfish, and even large whales," Blacow said.

Our Lord's Candle, Spanish Bayonet, or... What Should We Call This Plant?

Hesperoyucca whipplei flowers | Photo: Gary Nach/Flickr/Creative Commons License

It's one of my favorite plants in Southern California, but I'm never sure what to call it in polite company. I'm an atheist, so the common name "our Lord's candle" just doesn't sit well with me. "Spanish bayonet" is confusing: other plants share that name. If I'm talking to avid outdoor people, they'll know exactly what I mean if I call it Yucca whipplei, but there's a problem: it's not a yucca. At least not anymore.

When Baby Animals Go Missing

Baby Gambel's quail with Mom | Chris Clarke photo

On May 6, early in the morning, a mated pair of Gambel's quail brought their new brood of four absurdly tiny chicks into my yard. For the next two days I watched as the family explored the yard, scratched near our patio for bird seed and insects, and ran for cover whenever anything startled them. On May 8 I took a last few blurry photos of the chicks. I haven't seen them since.

Go Take A Hike: Trekking Griffith Park With The Sierra Club

The Sierra Club leads free group hikes in L.A.'s Griffith Park three nights a week. | Photo: Elson Trinidad

In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
                                                                                  - John Muir

Los Angeles' Griffith Park is many things to many people: An observatory to gaze at the stars; An amphitheater where one can enjoy music under the stars; Riding horses, both real and wooden; Riding miniature-sized trains and climbing on actual-sized ones; Perusing giraffes in the zoo or playing a few rounds of golf. All of which comprises what the park's late 19th-century namesake benefactor, Colonel Griffith Jenkins Griffith, intended when he donated over 3,000 acres to the city of Los Angeles for recreation purposes.

Having grown up just a few miles away, the park has been part of my life since I was an infant. I had pretty much done all of the activities listed above. I thought I knew Griffith Park, yet there was much more left to discover.

Making California Frack-Free is Smart Politics

A fracking well on the Marcelllus Shale formation. | Photo: WCN 24/7/Flickr/Creative Commons License

Is it tilting at windmills to raise serious questions about the environmental deficits and social consequences of hydraulic fracturing in California (or anywhere)?

An out-of-state reader of my anti-frack column last week argued that I had raised my Don Quixote-like lance against a rock-solid technology that will solve more problems than it has (or will) create.

Given that his email arrived the same day that NOAA announced the Earth's atmosphere now contained 400ppm of carbon dioxide, a haunting boundary line that portends some significant changes in the planet's current flora and fauna, it struck me as a reasonable exercise to respond to his counters.

In good lawyer fashion, my interlocutor laid out three interrelated challenges, to wit:

Sky Burial: Feeding the Condor

California condor in the Pinnacles National Park | Photo: Jim Bahn/Flickr/Creative Commons License

California condors are famously in trouble. Though a successful captive breeding program has boosted condor numbers 20-fold from their low point in 1987, the future of the largest North American bird is still very much in doubt. Condors are threatened by many factors, but the greatest long-term threat would seem to be a lack of large dead mammals for the scavenging birds to eat safely.

I have a way we might fix that.

At Fault: When Will California Regulate Fracking?

There's nothing mysterious about the appeal of hydraulic fracturing, the earth-shaking technique that cracks open deep, tight shale formations to release trapped oil and gas. It makes a lot of money -- for the companies who are involved in the production processes, for those lucky enough to own the mineral rights that lie beneath their property. Anecdotes abound of immense profits being wrung from this facet of the energy business and of instant multi-millionaires in formerly cash-strapped parts of south Texas, central Pennsylvania, and North Dakota.

These narratives of Capitalism Triumphant make for good copy. No less compelling is the inverse: that this boom will crash (as is already beginning to occur in some places), and that when the bust comes the very communities that seem to be benefiting the most from the Eagle Ford Play in the Lone Star State, the Marcellus in the Keystone State, or the Baaken Formation in the Peace Garden State will be in serious trouble. This narration comes with an accompanying I-told-you-so proverb, especially relevant to those living in these once-hardscrabble agricultural regions: you reap what you sow.

In Touch With Nature at Augustus F. Hawkins Natural Park

A dirt trail invites visitors to discover at South L.A.'s Augustus F. Hawkins Natural Park. | Photo: Elson Trinidad

Slauson Avenue, for a good portion of its run, is a gritty, dusty industrial corridor, framed by the little-used BNSF Railway track that runs along its north side. Factories, warehouses, and fast-food establishments are prevalent through this stretch of South Los Angeles.

But even a place that many deride as "The Hood" or "The Ghetto" can still yield the most pleasant surprises.

On the northeast corner of Slauson and Compton avenues lies a dense, green oasis known as Augustus F. Hawkins Natural Park, an 8.5-acre open space designed to bring the chaparral to the concrete in every way possible.