Toward a New Conservation Paradigm

Conservation Planning in a Climate Emergency

a red admiral, placed here to suggest something nebulous about the butterfly effect or whatever

My dad and I were always a bit suspicious of the managerial mindset, which often seems to militate against the kind of humility we thought essential to true ecological understanding. Back when he and Mom got their forest stewardship training in the early 1990s, the main focus was on landowner goals and desires, to which Dad would always respond, wouldn’t it be more interesting to find out what the land wants?

Pennsylvania’s forest stewardship program had been designed by foresters who were convinced that we could have our cake and eat it too, in line with the neoliberal economic thinking then so dominant, which had spawned the oxymoronic paradigm of sustainable growth. Private forest landowners could harvest timber while improving habitat for wildlife, using money from timber sales to pay for various supposed habitat improvements. Suzanne Simard and others were just beginning to discover the ‘wood-wide web’ of micorrhizal fungi, which would eventually reveal just how little even the most well-intentioned foresters had ever understood about the basic hows and whys of forest composition.

We were easy converts for the then-new rewilding movement, adopting a laissez-faire approach to forest stewardship. So much of what then passed for good stewardship involved timbering, and having recently fought loggers to a standstill on the neighboring property in the hollow, and then purchased that property after it was destroyed by logging, Dad was in no mood for more cutting, no matter how worthy the intention. Instead, he talked about managing by not managing. Good luck managing wildlife, he’d say. I manage hunters.

amateur photography has taught me that everything is more interesting in context

Over the ensuing decades it has become so obvious that the least disturbance can create an opening for invasive species, I don’t think many forestry experts would now dispute the ecological perils of logging. Even landowners who don’t care about salamanders or warbler habitat don’t want to see their land so overrun with barberry or autumn olive that they can’t get through it even to hunt. So I think we’ve been vindicated in our opposition to timbering, but not in our preference for passive management, which now seems terribly naive.

The spread of invasive species and devastating new pests and diseases have made it clear that while rewilding can remain a central goal, it’s going to require active management… and we need to step up our invasive control efforts or there won’t be much native habitat left, at which point rewilding becomes meaningless. A feral dog is not the same as a wolf.

But making any sort of detailed plan when the future is so uncertain remains challenging. It seems to require thinking in terms of multiple alternative scenarios: for example, the regional climate is expected to get wetter as well as warmer, but we’d be nuts to not also anticipate forest fires. Thinking about what trees and shrubs to plant or otherwise recover must take into account all their new pests and diseases as best we can, but the ecology is changing so quickly, it’s often impossible to know whether planting a lot of a given species is essential to preserving it, or a fool’s errand that diverts resources from other species that are more likely to hang on. You see the difficulty?

The Healing Mountain

a random sassafras tree on Sapsucker Ridge

Last night, I was discouraged to learn about a new blight affecting sassafras, one of my favorite trees—and not only because I love the taste and drink sassafras tea every day. They’re beautiful looking trees with reddish bark and gnome-like growing habits, they can produce large crops of soft mast of the sort preferring by migrating songbirds, and they often develop hollows for cavity-nesters. I had already made a mental note to myself to include sassafras as a target species for our conservation efforts, along with things like sugar maple, shagbark hickory, American plum, persimmon, and white oak: edible and medicinal species whose presence on the mountain should help preserve the forest, by making it more valuable standing than cut.

I suppose this falls under the heading of seventh-generation thinking. Yes, I know the land is protected by a conservation easement with the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy, but I’m also considering scenarios involving partial or total societal collapse, in which the legal system no longer really functions. These scenarios seem in some ways more likely than blithely assuming that the present system will somehow continue to lurch along.

So the ‘food forest’ paradigm seemed like a good, if partial, fit for us. Local folks already value forests as a source of venison, so there is a cultural predisposition toward a hunter-gatherer mindset. But now I’m thinking it might be better to go with an adjacent concept: instead of a food forest, how about a healing mountain? I like this because it points toward an important truth: as the land heals from its own abuse, it becomes more and more effective as a healing refuge for plants and animals, including humans.

In our language for the conservation easement, we talked about wanting to manage for future old growth in part to preserve local air and water quality, but also for more nebulous aesthetic and spiritual reasons. We want it to be a source of regular regeneration and inspiration for people who live around here. The health benefits of walking are well documented, especially walking in forests, where terpenes released by trees help bolster immune systems. And since it seems that the American healthcare system is going to continue to suck in any likely future, we surely can’t go wrong by emphasizing the medicinal and nutritional properties of native trees, shrubs, vines, fungi and wildflowers.

Of course, every conceptual framework has its drawbacks: foregrounding some things tends to obscure other things. It’s true that I am in much better shape now as a result of regular hikes on the mountain than I was pre-Covid, when I was more sedentary… BUT it’s also important to acknowledge that at this point the mountain might be as dangerous as it is healing, given the increasing prevalence of tick-borne and mosquito-borne diseases such as Lyme and West Nile Virus.

But it does also seem possible that over the next century, if the mountain is actively encouraged to heal from the past 2+ centuries of exploitation, it should become considerably less accommodating to ticks, at least. Possibly there are also native mosquitoes that might be able to out-compete the aggressive invaders carrying the bulk of the new diseases, if given optimal conditions? I live in hope!

Regardless, in general, with biodiversity comes resilience. And as the mountain heals, it should harbor more of the more sought-after medicinal plants, including such things as goldenseal and ginseng. At which point we have to hope whoever owns the land will find a way to prevent a new cycle of exploitation. All the more reason, I suggest, to promulgate this new paradigm of healing mountains. For our new caretaker Eric Oliver, that has become his literal life’s work, learning how to recover native forests on strip-minded mountains, currently as the Pennsylvania coordinator for Green Forests Work. Until very recently, this is something the experts said couldn’t be done.

this mitrewort was my reward for walking round a big tulip tree to pull a privet sprout today

During the pandemic, “nature is healing” became an eyeroll-inducing meme, fueled by videos of flocks of goats taking over villages and such, suggesting that all nature really needs is for humans to leave it the hell alone for a while. And that’s a pretty solid instinct. But the success of Eric’s efforts points to a significant continuing role for humans in the natural world. We can each become a healer of sorts, not just walking but noticing, listening, learning, documenting, responding creatively, responding empathetically, learning how and what to weed, to propagate, to nourish or protect. The mountain needs us—at least for now—almost as much as we need the mountain.

Three kinds of absence

Where nature’s concerned, it’s a cliché to say that every year’s different, but that doesn’t stop us from being struck by this simple truth anew each spring. This year in Plummer’s Hollow, certain absences seem especially worthy of note: chipmunk, garlic mustard, and wood thrush numbers are all down dramatically from last year. Our feelings about each decline, however, are quite different.

Chipmunks

chipmunk in Canada mayflowers
chipmunk in Canada mayflowers
Eastern chipmunk populations follow a several-year boom and bust pattern, and we’re currently in a bust. Last year at this time, you couldn’t walk ten paces in the woods without another chipmunk chittering alarm and diving for cover. This year you’re lucky to see two or three chipmunks per mile. Last Tuesday, a speaker at our local Audubon chapter’s monthly meeting, Dr. Steven Latta from the National Aviary in Pittsburgh, confirmed my suspicion that the chipmunk cycle is tied to the acorn cycle.

Oaks fall into two sub-genus clades: the red oak group of species, which take two years to produce a crop, and the white oak group, which produce acorns every year — barring a crop failure. We have roughly equal numbers of each group on the property. Black, red, and especially scarlet oaks are common on the drier slopes, while chestnut oaks, which are in the white oak group, predominate on the ridgetops. In addition, the Larel Ridge part of the old powerline right-of-way that bisects the upper part of the hollow near the houses has turned into a scrub oak barrens, and scrub oaks are also in the group that masts almost every year — except this past year. Last fall was the off-year for the red oak group, and in addition, the unusually cold and wet conditions during pollination time last May led to a total crop failure of oaks in the white oak group. We didn’t see a single acorn on the mountain. The acorn failure was so widespread in the northeast, it even made the national news.

Dr. Latta’s talk was about Louisiana waterthrushes as indicators of riparian habitat quality, but he mentioned chipmunks in passing: they’re a major nest-predator for ground-dwelling birds, he said, eating the nestlings whenever they find them. (It’s a good bet that ovenbirds, a waterthrush congener also found in the hollow, are heavily impacted by chipmunks during boom years as well.) Latta thought that chipmunk populations in western Pennsylvania, where his study sites are located, probably would’ve crashed this year anyway, due to disease, but he felt that the natually cyclic nature of acorn production by the red oak group is behind the fluctuations in chipmunk numbers.

So this year’s dramatic decline in the chipmunk population is natural then, and therefore nothing to worry about, right? Well, I don’t know. Nothing is ever that simple where ecology is concerned. Oaks are far from the only mast-producing tree or shrub in the woods — if they were, there wouldn’t be any chipmunks right now. As the example of nest predation shows, chipmunks, like squirrels, are resourceful omnivores. Maple and birch seeds may be a far less nutritious substitute for acorns, but they’re plantiful as hell. The dramatic, region-wide increase of black birches and red maples as a percentage of forest cover in recent decades must help cushion chipmunk populations to some extent.

Then there are hickories: once a major component of Appalachian ridgetop forests such as ours, and perhaps again in coming decades as the forests age: hickories are very slow-growing trees. American beech and eastern hemlock, by contrast, will be dropping out of the mast-tree equation as they succumb to an introduced blight and insect pest, respectively. (Beech bark disease has yet to hit Plummer’s hollow, but we figure it’s probably only a matter of time. Most of the mature American beeches in the northern counties of Pensylvania have already died.)

By far the biggest change to our forest in the last hundred years, however, was the almost total loss of the American chestnut due to the devastating effects of the Asian chestnut blight. We do have plenty of sprouts, which occasionally get big enough to flower and bear fruit before succumbing to the blight, and who knows how many more sprouts are eaten by the deer, so it’s safe to say that Plummer’s Hollow must’ve fit the Appalachian mold. A hundred years ago, chestnuts would’ve formed an almost unbroken carpet on the forest floor every year. It will be centuries, probably, before a blight-resistant chestnut re-colonizes the forest, and in the meantime, populations of rodents such as chipmunks, squirrels and mice, and who knows how many other wildlife species, will remain especially vulnerable to acorn crop failure as climate change brings more frequent wet Mays and late frosts.

This is a good example of how ecosystems lose resilience with each decline in biodiversity. In the case of chestnuts, their habit of flowering in June after all frost danger is past made them a more dependable mast species than, for example, the chestnut oaks. And while oaks are wind-pollinated, and therefore especially vulnerable to weather conditions, chestnuts are insect pollinated. My brother Steve and I happened upon a rare grove of flowering American chestnuts in a clearning in a nearby state forest last year, and we were astonished by the number and diversity of long-horned beetles swarming over their fuzzy yellow inflorescences. Steve is a beetle collector who has spent a lot of time in tropical forests, and he said he’d never seen such a concentration of Cerambycidae anywhere. Their numbers on that particular day might have simply been a reflection of the age of the surrounding forest — some ecologists consider long-horned beetle diversity to be an index of forest age, since their larvae live in dead trees. But we found it sobering to realize just what an insect bonanza must have been lost with the functional extirpation of the American chestnut.

Garlic mustard

Garlic mustard is an alien invasive species that first appeared in the hollow some fifteen years ago. It’s uniquely shade-tolerant, allowing it to compete with native wildflowers already under seige throughout the northeast by white-tailed deer. But this year, for the first time, we’ve noticed a decline in the number of flowering garlic mustards. We’re not sure what to attribute this to, and expect that, like the chipmunk decline, it’s only a temporary thing — though we’d love to be wrong about that. I had originally thought that perhaps last spring’s wet weather inhibited pollination, and perhaps it did, but that wouldn’t explain the decline in flowering stalks this year; it’s a biennial.

Like many non-native plants, garlic mustard is invasive because it has escaped the control of whatever insects, herbivores and diseases kept it in check back home (Europe, Asia, and North Africa). It can take a long time for native insects and diseases to adapt to an invasive plant species and rein it in, and in the meantime it can cause all sort of ecological havoc. Here’s how the National Park Service’s Alien Plant Working Group summarizes the case against Alliara petiolata:

Garlic mustard poses a severe threat to native plants and animals in forest communities in much of the eastern and midwestern U.S. Many native widlflowers that complete their life cycles in the springtime (e.g., spring beauty, wild ginger, bloodroot, Dutchman’s breeches, hepatica, toothworts, and trilliums) occur in the same habitat as garlic mustard. Once introduced to an area, garlic mustard outcompetes native plants by aggressively monopolizing light, moisture, nutrients, soil and space. Wildlife species that depend on these early plants for their foliage, pollen, nectar, fruits, seeds and roots, are deprived of these essential food sources when garlic mustard replaces them. Humans are also deprived of the vibrant display of beautiful spring wildflowers.

Garlic mustard also poses a threat to one of our rare native insects, the West Virginia white butterfly (Pieris virginiensis). Several species of spring wildflowers known as “toothworts” (Dentaria), also in the mustard family, are the primary food source for the caterpillar stage of this butterfly. Invasions of garlic mustard are causing local extirpations of the toothworts, and chemicals in garlic mustard appear to be toxic to the eggs of the butterfly, as evidenced by their failure to hatch when laid on garlic mustard plants.

So in this case, we’d love the current decline to turn into a long-term trend, but we suspect that it’s really only a temporary set-back.

Wood thrush

a wood thrush, slightly stunned by a collision with a window
a wood thrush, slightly stunned by a collision with a window

Where wood thrushes are concerned, however, I’m afraid this year’s virtual absence of singing thrushes in the woods near the houses, while probably in part incidental to where territory boundaries happen to have fallen this year, actually is part of a long-term decline — and one which, in contrast with garlic mustard, we do not welcome. Their ethereal, elegiac-sounding calls at dawn and dusk, from May through July, are something I look forward to all winter long, so it’s very sad to think that we may never again experience a woods ringing with thrush song as we did back in the 1970s.

In one of my mother’s nature columns for Pennsylvania Game News magazine, Minstrel of the Woods, from the July 2000 issue, she described the way things used to be here:

One July evening, along the Short Circuit Trail, I counted three wood thrushes singing at the same time, each song coming from a different direction. On other summer evenings my walks take me from one singing wood thrush to another as I move in and out of a succession of thrush territories.

Wood thrushes are a neotropical migrant species declining throughout their range for a number of reasons. One study I recall reading a few years back looked at the effect of acid precipitation on nesting success in upstate New York. Like all birds, wood thrushes need calcium to build their eggshells, and for a forest-nesting species, this means mainly snail shells. Appalachian forests have a huge natural abundance of land snails in the forest litter, but in many places now those snails, like so many other things, are in decline. Several studies have linked acid deposition from coal-burning power plants to the decline of land snails, especially on unbuffered mountaintop forests. The New York study found a direct correlation between the amount of acid deposition and the nesting success of wood thrushes. Needless to say, acid rain is a big problem here in Plummer’s Hollow — we’re due east of the biggest concentration of coal plants in the northeast.

But that’s only one possible factor that’s been linked to wood thrush decline. Most ecologists agree that the biggest general contributor is the continent-wide fragmentation of forests by roads and development, and the consequent increase of edge habitat at the expense of interior forest habitat. Wood thrushes, like many other neotropical migrant songbirds, are vulnerable to nest predation by edge-dwelling species such as brown-headed cowbirds and a long list of others, as my mother’s column ennumerates: “blue jays, common grackles, American crows, gray and southern flying squirrels, chipmunks, least weasels, white-footed mice, black rat snakes, sharp-shinned hawks, raccoons and pet and feral cats.”

Large, older forests such as we have in Plummer’s Hollow are the most secure stronghold for the species, which is why we find their three-decade-long decline here so discouraging: it may well reflect the global fortunes of the wood thrush. But assuming that we’re seeing some of the same thrushes or their offspring every year, the decline might also be due to local conditions. In particular, I wonder if the dying off of our mountain laurel is playing a role? Wood thrush are mid-level nesters, and laurel is the dominant shrub in most of the older forests on the property. But in just the past five or six years, it’s thinned dramatically, with the death of many individual bushes and some entire stands. Very few laurel bushes are without at least some dieback, even those out on the powerline, which initially seemed more resistant to whatever blight is responsible. We have yet to find out anything definitive about the dieback from botanists in a position to know. A couple of foresters we talked to about it seemed to wonder why we even cared about a species that can inhibit the sprouting of trees.

This is just speculation, of course, but the literature on wood thrush population decline is quite definitive about the vulnerability of their nests to opportunistic predators. Anything that makes the nests more visible can’t be good. Overbrowsing by deer is another factor in play here, and it’s the reason why we have so few shrubs other than laurel and witch hazel for the thrushes to nest in. Maple-leafed viburnum has spread a little in recent years, as effective hunting has diminished the size of the deer herd, but we have yet to see, for example, any hobblebush here.

Do the thrushes themselves notice their decline, I wonder? That’s doubtful: the longest-lived thrush on record, according to my mother’s column, only made it into its ninth year. But to me, the pure tones of the lone wood thrush that I hear a couple times a day from my front porch, usually at a distance, sound especially elegiac this year. Someday I’m sure we will look back on these years of habitat degradation and decline as golden years, too, compared with what is yet to come.

Later: And now having written and published this post, two wood thrushes are singing outside my front door! Go figure.