The Perfect Gift
Last year I got the perfect Christmas gift, a
beautiful book called "Ancient Forests." Ever since I first
set eyes on the old growth forests in Alaska, Oregon and Canada, I've
been awed by the immense size of many of the trees both in height and
girth, the lush under-story of the coastal temperate rain forests and
the beautiful mosses hanging from and covering branches, tree trunks,
fallen giants and stumps from early logging days.
Fascinating too, were the numerous nurse logs and
stumps from which new life had sprung-fungi, gorgeous ferns, and trees.
And, yes, even wild flowers. I believe if most people set eyes on such
peaceful beauty they would never want to see another tree cut down let
alone in old growth forests.
When my husband, Jim, and I went on a cruise of
Puget Sound several of our shoreside stops afforded us opportunities to
walk in old growth forests. Later, in our cruise ship's library, I
fell in love with the book mentioned above. The color photography was
superb and captured to a "T" much of what we had seen. When on
shore in Vancouver we visited several bookstores trying to buy it but
were told it was out of print. However, the largest store has been
trying for over two years to locate it for us with no luck. Finally, Jim
asked PASSTIMES Bookstore in Sister Bay to try to get it for my
Christmas present.
Would you believe it? They found it in a
second-hand book store that deals in hard-to-find and out-of-print
books. It was in perfect condition. The photographs are excellent
and the text tries to explain fairly the importance of preserving what's
left of the old growth forests and the inter-relationships between the
great trees, their understory and wild life. It also tells us how many
of these things can't exist without each other.
There are creatures in these forests that spend
their lives in the upper story of the trees. Some of the creatures
are specialists in this forest community only eating something found
here or only nesting here. Timber interests have considered the
preservationists as "whacko" because the spotted owl, cousin
to our barred owl, has become a "Holy Grail" in the fight to
save what's left in these forests.
The warbled murrelet, a seabird that only nests in
the protection of these forests, could possibly have become this
"grail" instead of the owl.
Salmon return from the sea to spawn in the forest's
grave-bottomed streams. Coastal bears need the forest's shelter; some
hibernate in old hollow trees.
One resident of this type of forest, a tree-top
dweller, is the Oregon red tree vole, a favorite food of the spotted
owl. This mouse-like canopy- dweller's cousin, the red-backed vole, is
an under-story dweller and also is on the spotted owl's menu. This
vole eats seeds and grasses and green plants but its favorite food is
truffles, the furling bodies of underground fungi that the vole may
enjoy in his subterranean burrow. There is a symbiotic relationship
between the hair like tree roots and the truffles.
These fungi obtain sugars from the trees while the
trees are enabled to take up more minerals and gain protection from
pathogens. As the vole scampers through his underground chambers he
scatters spores of just-eaten truffles assuring the next generation of
fungi.
The decaying logs on the forest floor provide the
voles with cover, food and water. This brief description of
interrelationships and dependence barely touches on why the old growth
forests are so necessary. The spotted owl, according to recent studies,
needs 2,000 to 3,000 acres of ancient forest to survive. It contains the
bird's food supply and affords greater shelter from the "tiger of
the air" (the horned owl), a predator, and displacement by barred
owls.
I believe the conservation groups trying to save
the old growth forests are right. The destruction of these forests would
be a tragedy in loss of beauty, wildlife, and watershed. That would no
doubt affect the coastal climate because the balance of moisture and
oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange would be affected. Further, once gone
they can never be replaced and with their demise would be the demise of
many species that are dependent upon them for existence.
Yes, last year I got the perfect gift for
Christmas, worth more than silver or gold, for I have the beauty of the
old growth forests preserved in the pictures in my book.
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