Monday, December 24, 2018

The Disappearing, Reappearing, American Marten

marten Some people keep lifelong birding lists. I’ve tried, but birds and I have never really hit it off. Too many colors, too many species, and I’m tone deaf, so birding by ear is completely beyond me.

I do keep a lifelong weasel list. I can tell you exactly where I was when I saw my first white-coated ermine and how many times I’ve seen a mink. My best fisher sighting was particularly memorable: I watched in awe as it jumped from tree to tree in pursuit of a gray squirrel.

I’m not a mustelid professional, a weasel guide, trapper, or even a dachshund. I’m just a naturalist completely fascinated by this family of animals. Perhaps it’s because I can relate to their body design: a long torso and short legs; or maybe it’s their unstoppable appetite, something else I personally understand. I’ve seen all the mustelids New England has to offer except for one – the elusive American marten.

The American marten (Martes americana), also referred to as the pine marten, is now rare New England (though less so in the northern spruce-fir forests). Prior to colonization, this smaller-than-a-cat mammal was widely distributed and considered common. The forces that led to it becoming a species of high concern are not unusual: habitat loss and fragmentation, as well as over-trapping. The glossy, golden-brown pelt made this animal’s fur highly desirable. By the early 1900s, it was considered extinct in Vermont and barely existed in New Hampshire. Only in the Adirondacks and remote northern Maine did populations manage to persist.

Efforts began in the twentieth century to repair the damage we’d done. Marten were reintroduced in New Hampshire in the 1950s and again in the 1970s, and populations were noticeably bolstered by the 1990s. The comeback continued, and in 2016, marten was removed from that state’s Threatened and Endangered Species List.

Things didn’t go so well in Vermont; at first, anyway. From 1989 to 1991, Vermont’s Fish and Wildlife Department and the US Fish and Wildlife Service reintroduced 115 American martens into southern Vermont’s Green Mountain National Forest. The vast majority of these pioneer martens came from Maine, and the rest were from the Adirondacks. Hopes ran high, but by the mid-1990s, the reintroduction was considered a failure. No evidence could be found that any of the martens had survived. One theory as to what happened points the finger at another member of the mustelid family: the fisher. A larger cousin to the marten, the fisher had been successfully reintroduced to Vermont in 1959 as a way to control an over-abundance of porcupine. Fishers compete with and hunt marten. Perhaps the failure of the marten reintroduction had something to do with the success of the fisher recovery – a reminder that everything in nature is connected.

Yet it’s also a truism that wildness often finds a way to persist. For 15 years, marten went undetected in Vermont. But then several were accidentally caught in fisher traps in the southern Greens, which spurred a whole new search for them. A small but stable population was discovered in southern Vermont, and another population was discovered in the northern part of the state. These two distinct pockets of marten raised some intriguing questions: Were these the offspring of the original reintroduced martens? Are the populations related? Or did these new arrivals come from another place?

To answer these questions, Dr. C. William Kilpatrick and a team of scientists at the University of Vermont’s biology department looked into the genetic makeup of the two populations. By examining the DNA of both populations, and comparing them to each other and the other surrounding populations from the Adirondacks, northern Maine, and northern New Hampshire, the researchers have been able to shed light on this tangled tale.

According to Kilpatrick, the story of the American marten in Vermont is complicated. The data suggest that the newly discovered southern population does have genetic lineage with the marten that were reintroduced back in the 1990s. The northern population has markers that tie it to populations in northern New Hampshire, with a dash of genes from the southern Vermont population. This suggests connectivity between the two populations and invites Vermonters to consider how to continue protecting land to increase this landscape connection. “The marten is a window on what is possible,” says Dr. Kilpatrick.

The last thing Dr. Kilpatrick shared was, to me, the most intriguing: there is some suggestion that the southern Vermont population has genes from a relic population. Could it be that martens had actually managed to survive in the Green Mountain National Forest, tucked quietly out of our view, ever since pre-colonial days?

I like to think this is possible. I like to imagine myself, out in the deep soft snow of the Green Mountain National Forest, following the bounding slink of a marten. I see myself reaching my hand into the track, touching impressions of the five teardrop-shaped toes. It would be like touching hope.

Susie Spikol is Community Program Director for the Harris Center for Conservation Education in Hancock, New Hampshire. The illustration for this column was drawn by Adelaide Tyrol. The Outside Story is assigned and edited by Northern Woodlands magazine and sponsored by the Wellborn Ecology Fund of the New Hampshire Charitable Foundation.

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6 Responses

  1. Patrick Munn says:

    Umpteen years ago I found myself, in the winter, skiing solo up Mt Marcy. Having reached a former lean-to area called Plateau #2 about a 1/3 of a mile below the summit ridge I found myself in some windy conditions. It was time to refuel and so I stepped off the trail to find some wind shelter and came across a snow hole that some one had probably dug to set their tent in. Perfect! I took my skis off and pulled out my Crazy Creek chair and clambered into the hole to enjoy my repast. The depth of the hole put my eyes, while sitting on the chair, a couple of inches below the top so the only view was that of the trees surrounding me. A few minutes into my snack I heard a sound of sorts, that was not of the wind, immediately to my left. Turning my head I was suddenly and literally face to face with a pine marten . Our faces were maybe 12 inches apart and our eyes locked! This moment lasted probably just seconds but the intensity of it’s gaze is forever burned into my memory. Incredibly beautiful animal…

  2. Chris says:

    Wonderful story and contribution (as is the other comment) . Thank you.

  3. John Omohundro says:

    In the Adirondacks, I too am a mustelid watcher. And tracker. But I’m glad we don’t have wolverines! Martens are, if not plentiful here, visible. One hangs out at the Adirondack Loj (“Dumpster Dave”) and others at the lean-tos in the High Peaks. They raid packs. A couple of years ago there was a photograph of a young hiker holding one in his arms like a kitten. I was both horrified (it’s a wild animal for crying’ out loud) and amazed (wouldn’t I like to get that close?).

  4. drdirt says:

    Last spring we happened on what we think was a martin along the stream running through the Lake George forest by the transfer station. Looked at us up close for 10 seconds .,,..,we sat still for 30 minutes but he never reappeared.