On
the next day of the evolution trip (see previous entries below), my companions and I visited the Badlands,
about fifty miles east of the Black Hills, in the driest part of the short
grass prairie. We drove through Scenic, a nearly abandoned town where the
now-closed bar catered to some Lakota men who had a lot of time on their hands.
I remember these men from the 1990s, and they were nice and interesting people.
I
have lots of bad things to say about soil erosion, but it can be starkly
beautiful in the Badlands, where it occurs slowly enough that the plants and
animals have been able to adjust to it.
The
Badlands consists of mountains and cliffs of dirt, but it is dirt from the
Cenozoic Era, sediments (sometimes with large mammal fossils) that never
consolidated into rock. Some of the sediments were bright yellow and red,
because they were deposited during a period of drier climate when the iron
oxidized more.
The
best part was when we drove a few miles out on a dirt road to the prairie dog
town. Prairie dogs are not dogs; they are sort of like ground squirrels. Their
most notable feature is their communal system of interconnected tunnels in
which they live, relatively free from predators. There are a few predators,
such as the black-footed ferret, which can slink down into the tunnels, grab
sleeping prairie dogs, and chew them into a bloody mess. Do the prairie dogs
have any defense against such predators?
Yes,
and that defense is altruism, regarding which I have written many times and
will write many more times. Some of the prairie dogs stand guard at tunnel
entrances, and if a predator (or a human whom they think might be) approaches,
they give a warning chirp and dive into the tunnel. In so doing, they put
themselves at increased risk of getting caught by the predator. But even if the
guard gets killed, his genes make it into the next generation because his
relatives may reproduce more. That is, even a guard that gets killed may have
enhanced inclusive fitness. In this case, the guards seemed more curious than
alarmed and approached me, perhaps hoping for some food. This particular
prairie dog town gets a constant stream of human visitors. Was it my
imagination that they were trying to be cute? This is an evolutionary strategy
that worked for cats.
Besides
the evolutionary story of altruism, a prairie dog town is a good place to study
the ecological effects of animals on their ecosystems. Without prairie dogs,
the short grass prairie has a thick sod of grass stems and roots, into which a
little seedling has little chance of growing. Most of the annual wildflowers
(such as the scarlet globemallow, no longer in bloom when we visited) grow only
in areas where the sod has been disturbed. This occurs where the prairie dogs
dump their excavated soil (and fertilize it with droppings), and where the
bison wallow. Bison do not have hands and cannot scratch parasites so they have
to wallow around on the ground for relief. In the photo, note the prairie dog on the mound of disturbed soil with globemallows, and the bison in the distance.
The
prairie dogs even have an effect on other animals. Burrowing owls do not dig
their own burrows but nest in prairie dog tunnels.
The
wind was extreme when we visited the prairie dog town, so the videos at that
site were worthless. But two days later, at Devil’s Tower, my videographer
Sonya Ross made an excellent recording which I will post in due time on
YouTube.
Prairie
dogs are not popular among ranchers, who like to poison them. The reason is
that bison are smart enough to not step in the holes, but cows are stupid and
step in the holes and break their legs. Prairie dogs are routinely poisoned on
private land, and have occasionally been poisoned on federal land leased by ranchers
from the government. Ranchers generally consider federal land to be theirs,
rather than the property of all American citizens, and in some cases ranchers
have protested for the right to graze their cattle on these lands for free.
(They call this private enterprise rather than communism.) But at least, as far
as I could see, the prairie dogs actually within the borders of Badlands
National Park are safe.
As
we left the park, we saw a herd of bighorn sheep, including a mother with a kid
that was just learning how to jump around on the cliffs. With twenty cars and a
dozen photographers around for this impromptu show, the sheep seem to have lost
some of their fear of humans.