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Oregon Fence Lizards Fight Lyme Disease in Northern California

Guess what, folks. Fires aren’t the only things that aren’t impressed by state lines. I think I’ve got a common Oregon Fence Lizard living in my yard. I’m also pretty sure she’s female, because of the neutral coloring. Compared to males, females aren’t that fancy–no markings on the belly, no blue or green color on the upper surfaces, mostly camouflage greens and browns. Therefore, I’m deeming it female and calling it Liz, for short.

Western Fence Lizard on a fence post   Photo by Chris TatroLiz is not shy like her more reclusive counterparts, such as alligator lizards. She very much enjoys hanging out in the early morning sun on a rock or a charred tree snag–one of the many reminders in these parts of destruction by fire. She darts straight for her destinations rather than undulates, again making me think she’s a fence lizard, since the alligator variety moves like a snake. If I could only see the birthing process, I’d know for sure what Liz is, ’cause fence lizards lay eggs while the alligator kind squirt their babies out alive–just like us.

Here’s a glorious tidbit: The common fence lizard performs a mighty service to humanity by controling the spread of Lyme disease. According to Robert Lane, professor of Insect Biology, “the lizard’s blood contains a substance – probably a heat sensitive protein – that kills the Lyme disease spirochete…” Hence, the reason that Lyme disease is more of a problem in states that aren’t blessed with the Western Fence Lizard.

In other words, folks, when infected ticks feed on fence-lizard blood, the evil Lyme bacterium is destroyed. Anybody got more respect for the common Western Fence Lizard? Not only do they purify the tick for life, Lane went on to say that these sweet little reptiles host more ticks than most rodents. I’m thinking, though, that Mr. Lane is not counting the big rodents, more commonly known as deer.

Some suggest that killing off deer until there are only 12 per square mile is the way to reduce Lyme Disease. I wonder if killing helps in the long run, though. Wouldn’t the ticks just catch a ride on a passing chipmunk or squirrel? Maybe there’ s just not enough natural predators– such as mountain lions and coyotes–to keep the deer population under control.

People around here killed too many wild carnivores, and it didn’t help anything except the deer and rodent population. Next thing you know, we were overrun with pesky mice varmints that took up residence in our vehicles, using engine wiring and tubing as their primary food source. Depending on the vehicle, this can set you back thousands. Sad to say, Chris and I know first-hand how mice like to put down their winter roots in warm vehicles. I guess it goes without saying that spending all that money to rewire our engine didn’t even fix the problem. The field mice were pleased that we had provided more sustenance for them. We finally got tired of setting rodent traps under our hood every night, so we (meaning Chris) made room for our car in the garage.

One almond grower by the name of Ged told me that he and his buddy sit back-to-back in their orchards for hours at a time (literally), shooting squirrels that would wolf down their whole crop of nuts, if allowed to procreate and run free. I don’t blame the farmers for protecting their nuts. I don’t even blame them for shooting the coyotes that killed the squirrels that eat the nuts. I just wish we humans would learn to look ahead.

Take our neighbors down the road, for example: They decided to raise cute, docile sheep right out in their lush meadow–without a shepherd or any barking dogs. When a mountain lion started eating one sheep every so often, they had California Fish and Game tree it and shoot it dead.

Now technically speaking, Mountain Lions are a “specially protected species” and can’t be harmed unless declared a “public threat“. I still can’t figure out why Fish and Game didn’t relocate the carnivore to a mountainous area with no pet sheep. Instead, they classified it as a public threat. I don’t know how it fit those specific guidelines–I only know it wasn’t one till somebody put tempting woolly treats in its path.

Now I’m off on a tangent and wondering how I got there.

No matter. I have a lovely picture of Liz (remember Liz), which I’m having made into a custom SendOutCard for Chris and myself as a simple reminder of how the commonest life form is often a great boon to humanity in disguise. How many ticks Liz has neutralized is anybody’s guess. The truth is, I feel much safer just knowing creatures like Liz are in this world. I hope she has many babies and lives in my yard a long long time.

Where There’s Smoke, there’s Mount Shasta, Beijing, and Cotinus Coggygria

The 233rd Fourth of July is history, and the atmosphere around Mount Shasta is finally clearing from all the fires and fireworks. We always blow ours off over water (Lake Siskiyou), but some Northern California communities postponed their sky celebrations.

In spite of small-particle pollution and the dangers of strenuous outdoor activities, the city of Mount Shasta had its annual ‘run-walk’ on July 4th–proceeds going to beautify the downtown area. Billed as The Largest Small Town Walk in America, this event of roughly 5000 participants might be the biggest in the world. Happy to say, the air cleared just in time, but the mountain was just not quite its usual self, I’m afraid.

Better than the Olympic city of Beijing, though. Checkout the air quality for all the poor athletes who will be struggling to suck down oxygen. Does it look dismal or what! Some are refusing to participate, and who can blame them? The sulfur, lead, particulate matter and carbon dioxide levels wouldn’t kill them right away probably, but it might ruin their lungs for life.

Back to Mount Shasta. Most recently, the Mountain Runners (sponsors of the annual Run/Walk event) donated $20,000 worth of lights to hang from the trees in the ‘business district’ of our town, one idea being that the added illumination would make our little speck of 3500 folks visible from space. Hmmm…no offense, decision makers, but that doesn’t sound like the loftiest goal in the world. Besides, no amount of artificial lights could have made Northern California visible from space last week or this week. (I know, I know, I’m back to the smoke again.)

Allow me to wax poetic and redeem myself with a more pleasant smoky subject (no, not Smokey the Bear)–smoke as in bush or tree (cotinus coggygria):

How do I love thee, my smokCloseup of a Smokebushetree, ‘Nordine’! Let me count the ways: Not only does this variety hold her purplish-red color in the hot sun, but she also gets coppery towards Fall. Not fussy about where she puts down her roots, a sun lover and very tolerant of hot dry gravelly soil, ‘Nordine’ is described as the hardiest, purple-leaved form by those in the know. They also say she can surely endure the temperatures of zone 5(-20 degrees F to -10 degrees F), and sometimes even zone 4.

All this description doesn’t come close to the reality of cotinus coggygria, so I have inculded a shot of her luxurious summer bloom. This time I am having the Great Printer make a card and send it to my father as a Get-Well SendOutCard. He’s feeling poorly, but on the mend.

Arnold Calls Out The National Guard – One For Every 5 Fires!


Why is it that everybody’s got a secret these days? Everybody from Deepak Chopra (“The Book of Secrets”) to your average, run-of-the-mill Internet Marketer is hauling around one or more secrets on his back. Maybe it all just stems from Childhood. When I was a kid, the quickest way to taunt your playmate and make yourself important was to chant in his face Na Na-na Na Na, I know somethin’ you don’t know…I know somethin’ you don’t know…..

Who would have imagined that we’d still be doing that as adults, though? Aren’t humans silly sometimes!

In keeping, therefore, with silliness and childhood tradition, I too have a secret. (Drumroll) All you have to do is email and ask me for a SendOutCard and I’ll write the secret inside. Next the Great Printer in Salt Lake City will make a card for you, put it in an envelope, then stamp and mail it to your address–all this for $1.33 out of my pocket. A mere pittance where secrets are concerned, don’t you think?

Moving on, though…it’s no secret that we’re still suffering in Northern Cal. Small-particle pollution is a serious concern for those not directly in the path of any incoming blazes. These teeny-tiny specks worm their way past all defenses, invade the blood stream and reek havoc on the immune system. Sad to say, our air is killing us–but we can’t complain.

Approximately 19,000 men and women are fighting more than 1,100 separate California wildfires. In addition to unexpected wind driven blazes, firefighters are beset by massive doses of toxic blood-stream particles, eye burning smoke, lung searing heat and poison oak(some of it airborne). They are running around in filthy clothes with at least 50 lbs of equipment strapped to their backs, getting very little sleep/rest and eating lousy meals. How much do they get paid, I wonder?

It must be an abysmal amount, because no one will say. (It’s a secret.) I have been combing the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection, clicking on almost every link imaginable. I even found out how to get Smokey Bear to come to my child’s school, but money is definitely a taboo subject. For salary info, you must call your local Cal fire Office.

Happy to say, it is not a secret in British Columbia: The annual salary for forest firefighters ranges from $20,000 to $30.000 (that’s probably Canadian money), plus competition is fierce for the one thousand seasonal positions available on the front lines–or so I read.

I think the smoke is effecting my brain. Back to the ongoing California fires: What is the current statewide overview?

Is there any hope weather-wise? Not much is the answer, as dry thunderstorms and high winds are predicted. Please be wrong. Please. Please. After all, who is more wrong more times than the weather man/woman/person?

Good news! Now that our Governor has called in the National Guard, the firefighters are going to get a needed break. Oops, read the fine print, dummy. Only 200 Guardsmen are coming, but Arnie says it will be a “big shot in the arm”. Not in his gigantic arm, I’m afraid.

Wildfire Smoke Again Covers Mt ShastaHelp! Smokey the Bear! Help! Where are you Smokey Bear?

Here is the pic of Mount Shasta Chris and I took this morning. You can see all the smoke plus a lenticular cloud (which some refer to as a spaceship) trying to make its way in from the North, and there were only a few chemtrails that we could find. Why can’t those spaceships and military planes leave our skies alone?

Smokey, Smokey, where are you?