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Coyotes are suburban news at the moment. Over Labor Day weekend, a rabid coyote showed up on the lawns of Rye Brook. It lunged at a year-old, attacked a 2-year-old, and killed and beheaded its own pup before being shot under a trampoline by the local police.

Nervous homeowners faced the television cameras to voice concern for their children and their pets. If You Talk In Your Sleep - Elvis Presley - Promised Land six months ago, a coyote made a high-profile visit to the city. It was a less macabre event, occasioning a long, weird video clip, filmed at about three in the morning, of a bunch of cops standing on the West Side Highway in Tribeca trying to catch the poor thing.

It took the cops a long time. The coyote hid in the shrubs of Hudson River Park, then ran along the embankment. It looked pathetic and lost. As it turns Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbsshe was as at home in the city as she might have been anywhere else.

This can sound backward. You would expect coyotes to be perfectly happy living in the wilderness, if not in Rye Brook then at least a few hours north on the Taconic, far beyond Westchester County. But people who study coyotes are finding that the creatures are drawn to cities, with their large woodland areas, small rodents, and lack of large predators. The New York Police and Parks commissioners are aware of this, too, and they are quietly ironing out interdepartmental coyote protocols regarding when to capture them and where they might be taken.

This last concern is significant, and an open question, because not all of the coyotes that will be captured in New York City are expected to be tourists. In fact, it turns out that there is a whole mess of coyotes already living in the city — specifically, in the Bronx. The way we currently think about nature in New York is that nature, for the most part, has skipped town. Nature was paved, as New Amsterdamers logged and landfilled, and their ancestors subsequently filled with trash and sand and construction rubble the very swamps and marshlands that made New York Bay the great natural-resource-rich harbor that it was.

What we built on top of the harbor was so awesome, and its effect on the natural landscape so extensive, that we tend to forget its foundation was once a teeming metropolis of flora and fauna. Like most large cities, New York was built where river meets ocean.

But the network of waterways and islands that make up our harbor — the Hudson, Bronx, Passaic, Hackensack, and Raritan rivers; the creeks, kills, narrows, and tidal straits; the bays, inlets, basins, and coves — is one of the most intricate and ecologically complex estuaries in the world. This variety of place attracted a variety of species, all living in proximity, and as a result, New York was vibrant, dense, and diverse before it even was founded.

We were a natural capital first. Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs the city happened. But over the last handful of years, as the occasional charismatic megafauna has caused headlines by squatting in Central Park or nesting on Fifth Avenue, scientists and naturalists have discovered something much more fundamental: Nature is prospering in New York.

Yes, the otters, minks, bears, and mountain lions have long since disappeared. But nature as a whole — the ecosystem that is the harbor — never went away. In fact — and this may seem implausible—nature is in many ways more plentiful in New York City than it is in the surrounding suburbs and rural counties. New York is again a capital of nature; we are an ecological hot spot.

How can this be possible? What does the grimy coast of Queens have over the fields and forests of Dutchess County? The answer is the same thing the city has: variety. While upstate nature may be robust and all-encompassing, it is also, from an ecological point of view, relatively barren — a small and fairly static number of species coexisting in a scenic but manicured wilderness.

They are messy. There is diversity. Indeed, as Nightwork - End Off.Exist Not* - The Most Uncommon Audio Vision (About Beats & Tones) explore the abandoned dumping grounds of Canarsie, or the beat-up marshes where the saltwater of New York Harbor meets the streams that still run out of the hills in Queens, they are discovering the depth of our wilderness.

Just beyond Exit 30 on the L. On Staten Island, great-blue and black-crowned night herons nest in hundreds of acres of marsh grass, and racer snakes and spring peepers live in kettle ponds. A few hundred feet beyond the runways of JFK, dolphins arrive in schools every spring. In a survey taken this past June, scientists turned up more bird species in Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge than in Yellowstone and Yosemite parks combined — and nearly half of all the bird species found in North America.

At its wildest, it exists in the places humans let be, either because we mapped it as parkland and forgot about it, or we abandoned it as ruin, allowing it to transform yet again. What has returned? It used to be brackish marshes, but they dumped sand on it when they built the Verrazano. It just makes things different. Nature has been working off our radar, and we are just now seeing the unexpected environmental consequences of building the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, or losing our shipping industry, or choosing to turn our backs on the banks of the Harlem River.

In the city, we live in a nature that is even more resourceful and resilient than we have ever imagined. And when you look at nature that way, of course there are coyotes in New York. Look at all the forests and small mammals — not just rats, but also voles, chipmunks, and Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs red foxes — with whom we share the city.

The question becomes: Where has the coyote been, and why are we so reluctant to have him? On its surface, just below the Colonial-era dam at nd Street, the Bronx River looks almost unspoiled. Earlier this summer, a recent Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs. A heating-oil spill from an apartment Scarlet Begonias - Sublime - Gold in Westchester recently sent oil leaking through the sewers, killing a few dozen birds.

Leaf is acting on a tip from an ex-cop turned naturalist who had seen something interesting in the mud: mussels. And not the common zebra mussels that are clogging up the Great Lakes, but native Eastern floaters. This was a potentially major discovery. One of the great incongruities of Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs New York Harbor is that, despite centuries of industrial pollution, it is the only estuary on the East Coast that still sustains its historic fish stocks.

It follows, logically, that an estuary robust enough to support fish would be active all the way down the food chain, but nobody until now had thought to investigate whether that would include native mussels growing below the sewer outflow in the Bronx River. It was founded in by then—Parks Commissioner Henry Stern. Stern dispatched a handful of scientists.

The NRG began as a guerrillalike band of young ecologists and naturalists who took up residence in the former birdhouse in Central Park. It was led, for fifteen years, by Marc Matsil, a Brooklyn native who had worked in parks in Thats Why I Lie - Various - Dr.

Dolittle: The Album and who was interested in applying backcountry wilderness-conservation ideas to the city. To do that, though, he had to discover what wilderness already existed. Working off an aerial survey, the team fanned out into the edges of the city — places where few New Yorkers ever went, and those who did took part in the kinds of activities that often included drugs, nudity, cars, and fire. This was at the dawn of urban environmental awareness, and many conservation groups not to mention New Yorkers had a hard time understanding that there really were wild lands in New York City.

Richard Pouyat, an early NRG staffer, remembers asking a Nature Conservancy naturalist to visit wilderness sites in the city. But he finally agreed, and they hiked out to the Bronx to see rare plants like roundhead rush and cattail sedge and the endangered noctuid moth. Over the course of their explorations, the NRG researchers rediscovered the great salt marsh of Pelham Bay in the Bronx, still a quiet place on the western edge of Long Island Sound, and a freshwater wetland hidden between Kissena Lake and the Creedmor branch of the Long Island Railroad in Queens.

They found centuries-old woods, called the Northwest Forest, just west of the Major Deegan Expressway, in Van Cortlandt Park where, as recently asa strong and healthy American chestnut was found, the last of a species almost killed off in the early s by chestnut blight. They came across lakes in the Greenbelt of Staten Island, and marshes in the string of abandoned coastal industrial sites and illegal dumps. Recently, the NRG attracted international headlines for its propagation of alewife in the Bronx River.

Alewife is a kind of herring that spawns in places like the New York estuary and then heads north, serving along the way as food for the majority of fish from New Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs to Nova Scotia.

When NRG researchers repatriated the alewife inthey imagined themselves planting fish food for the entire Northeast coast; it was far from clear, however, that the fish would return to the Bronx River to spawn. But they arrived last year, right on schedule. Leaf, for instance, has studied fish populations in Monterey Bay and the Mendocino coast, but he chose to spend the summer digging for bivalves in urban estuaries.

The presence of mussels, he hoped, would be a heartening follow-up to the alewife restoration. Down on his hands and knees in Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs banks, Leaf Put Your Body Where Your Mouth Is (Roughneck Mix) - Sean Levert - Put Your Body Where Your Mouth Is having trouble finding anything alive among Duracell batteries, used auto parts, beer-bottle tops, and what looked like an old engagement ring.

But after about an hour and a half, Leaf stands suddenly. He gets back down on his knees. In a few days, the analysis comes back positive: Eastern floaters — one more sign that the river lives. It takes only a few steps from the edge of Grand Central Parkway to be deep in acres of woods at Alley Pond, an hourglass-shaped park bordered by the Grand Central to the south and Little Neck Bay to the north. A quick review of land use in the area of Alley Pond: Native Americans practiced controlled burning of the area but mostly used the creek for fishing; Colonial settlers farmed, leaving a few large trees, which are today among the oldest, biggest examples of oak, beech, and tulip trees in the city.

The farms were slowly abandoned. In the twenties, Mayor Jimmy Walker bought the area for parks. More trees grew up on formerly cleared farmland. Ball fields and parking lots were constructed under WPA programs, but as budgets wandered, the immense wildness of the park became victorious. Five years later, Parks Department employees had extracted abandoned vehicles from parks and installed highway guardrails on the edges of parking lots to prevent continued auto invasion. Forest Service. Take fires.

In some parts of Alley Pond Park, as well as in forests in the Bronx and Staten Island, open forest canopies encouraged sensitive species like upland sandpipers or a threatened suite of plants like purple and green milkweeds.

Urban forests are healthier than their suburban peers in other ways, too. The flora scene is more diverse. Much of the soil found in places like Alley Pond Park is pristine compared to suburban areas. Perhaps more interesting, from the point of view of the larger urban ecosystem, our forests have evolved to become more productive.

According to a study comparing oak-tree stands in rural Connecticut with ones in New York City, city forests carry more of the metals associated with air pollution into the soil.

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This has obvious implications from a land-value perspective, as it would cost billions of dollars to build man-made systems that perform as effectively as Alley Pond Park. Understanding nature as infrastructure means thinking about it less as a painting to Hold On - Lloydie Crucial The Concrete* - Jungle In The Suburbs and more as a process to encourage.

Some are targeted for removal, including the Norway maple, once the darling of Parks tree-planters throughout the East Coast but now known to release chemicals that discourage undergrowth. They talk about encouraging the trajectory of the forest.


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