The Tracks of Yosemite's Chickaree
Friends
I greet you from Yosemite.
Saturday February 28, 2015
The snow was beginning to fall at bedtime...by early rising...the snow is still falling....gently...a calm and pretty morning....whitened with the beauty of the snow.
Snow flurries for most of the day.
Time to go play outside in snow... or to take a family walk. A dad stops at little Half Dome to pluck some icicles from her rim to give to his children.
Another family builds a snowman and leaves snow angels in the snow.
A raven was in the air.
For me... playing is tracking.
The "V" shaped track of the Douglas squirrel caught my eye.
The chickaree, a tree-dweller, lives in the forest... in hollow tree trunks, in tree-bound piles of sticks and leaves, or in well hidden ground nests. Its main food is pine nuts or technically the seeds of the pine cone. Unlike the ground squirrel who hibernates, the chickaree is active all year long, tunneling in snow; and caching large amounts of food to tide it through the winter. It can be seen running along tree trunks and limbs...and fallen trunks. The chickaree is full of vigor....and is a noisy little creature. It is small...about 6-8"long and its bushy tail adds another 4-6". It weighs about 8oz. Its coat is brown with a tan underbelly, which is separated by a black stripe.
A Chickaree leaves the trees to retrieve and eat the seeds of the pine cones that he has just cut down....or to go to the stores where he has buried them.
From a single Sugar Pine cone he gets from two to four hundred seeds...enough to last a week.
Tell- tale signs of a chickaree are...cone cobs and kitchen middens....piles of empty cone scales or nutshells.
John Muir writes..."Nature has made him the master harvester and committed most of her coniferous crops to his paws. ....some of the tucked away seeds ....germinate and become trees. ...the amount of influence he brings to bear upon the health and distribution of the vast forests he inhabits... His every attribute...peculiarly squirrelish enthusiastically concentrated. He is the squirrel of squirrels...Give him wings and he would outfly any of the birds. ...a fiery, sputtering little bolt of life...he is the mocking bird of squirrels...with all his chatter...But while running along horizontal limbs or fallen trunks, its tail is frequently folded forward over the back. In cool weather it keeps him warm. His tail-robe neatly spread and reaching forward to his ears...It is seldom so cold, however, as to prevent his going out to his stores when hungry. "
Back to the tracks... and tracking...
The tracks began at the base of the sugar pine tree.
I remembered what Stalking Wolf had taught the famous tracker Tom Brown....who tells us,"Once I had registered what I could of things that would not change for a while, like size and species, I looked not for the track, but for where the track was going. ....After we learned to look ahead and around instead of continually down, we tracked more easily and much, much faster."