Beloved Beasts: A Q&A with LWON’s Michelle Nijhuis

Our Michelle wrote a book! It’s called Beloved Beasts: Fighting for Life in an Age of Extinction, and it has already become beloved by the many readers and reviewers who have been talking about it even before the book came out March 9. The book chronicles the history of conservation and conservationists in the U.S., drawing out stories of both the beloved beasts that people have worked to protect and the people behind these efforts, from Aldo Leopold to Rachel Carson to my new favorite, Rosalie Edge, who showed up at a self-congratulatory meeting of the National Association of Audubon Societies in October 1929 to question whether the organization really was protecting birds, or just its own interests. Earlier this month, I got to talk with Michelle about her book, the process of writing it, and how she hopes it will affect how we see conservation. (This interview has been edited and condensed.)

Cameron: I have been thinking you were working on a book—or maybe hoping you were working on a book—ever since your assisted migration story came out in Orion. But then when I started reading about Beloved Beasts, I realized that it was not about tree conservation, but about, well, beloved beasts! (And also the beloved and not-so-beloved and just plain human conservationists who have worked for their protection.) Would you mind talking about how the book came about?

Michelle: I’ve been interested in conservation history for a long time, ever since I was a wildlife biologist myself and witnessed a lot of local political battles over endangered species. I knew there was a historical context to these arguments, and I wanted to learn more about it. But the idea for the book came partly from an LWON post I wrote about a study that tried to estimate the effects of conservation efforts on the status of particular species. I was really struck by that study, because while most people can name off a few individual species that are conservation success stories, we don’t have a systematic sense of what the modern conservation movement has meant for life on earth. I started to wonder whether there was a historical story to be told about what conservation has accomplished as a movement.

Cameron: And the book really does this by following the stories not only of these species, but of the conservationists. Each chapter focuses primarily on one person, but one of the things I loved is how the book keeps returning to the links between these people and their work. It’s almost like the conservationists are part of a conservation ecosystem, and without one, the conservation ecosystem would have looked very different.

Michelle: Yes, I worked to weave together the stories of the some of the iconic figures in conservation—the names  we all know—with some that are less known, but equally important. I tried to show that these people knew of each other and influenced each other, and that together they built up the conservation movement. None of them was working in isolation. I did want each chapter to revolve around one or two main characters—that helped me keep the whole thing on track!—and I also wanted each chapter and each character to represent some kind of significant development in the movement. I could have included so much more material about each of the people I wrote about. I spent an afternoon reading Aldo Leopold’s schoolbooks, which were adorable. But one elementary-school anecdote is usually enough!

Cameron: Now I want to see Aldo Leopold’s schoolbooks, too! That was one of the things that really blew me away—how much research went into this book. And historical research, too, when I usually think of you on an adventure with scientists out in the field. What was doing this kind of research like?

Michelle: The research for this book was overwhelming but very fun. I’ve always had a soft spot for context (well, what I call context and what my editors sometimes call “too much background”), and I have this romantic view of archives—I think of them as these stashes of fascinating material that are waiting around for us to discover new things about. So I took on the archival research with a lot of enthusiasm, if not lot of skill. A professional historian would probably be appalled by my methods! I did learn to be much more organized over the course of writing the book. And of course I wasn’t only working with primary materials—I drew from many existing biographies and other studies of the individuals I wrote about.

One of the most joyful parts of the archival work was learning about all these connections between people. Letters from Rachel Carson to Stewart Udall, letters from Rosalie Edge to Aldo Leopold, the affectionate relationship between William Hornaday and Leopold—even though those last two also disagreed on many things. It’s so fun to listen in on these conversations that happened so long ago between these influential people.

Cameron: Did you have one of those moments like in the movies, when you’re in the archives and you find the one piece of information you’ve been looking for and you start jumping up and down until the archivists look at you sternly?


Irma Broun, local conservationist Clayton Hoff, Rosalie Edge, and Maurice Broun at the entrance to Hawk Mountain Sanctuary, circa 1940.
Courtesy of Hawk Mountain Sanctuary

Michelle: I did have a moment when I got a copy of the exchange of letters between Rosalie Edge and Aldo Leopold—these were known to both Leopold’s biographers and Edge’s biographers, but after I got the chance to have lunch with Aldo Leopold’s daughter Estella Junior, who’s now 94, I sent her a copy of them. She’s an admirer of Rosalie Edge, so she was delighted—she wrote back and said, “We can see that Dad was puzzled about this woman!” I loved the idea of Aldo Leopold, who was usually so poised and generally full of Midwestern reserve and niceness, being befuddled by this woman from New York who said whatever she wanted and did whatever she wanted.

Cameron: I think Rosalie Edge was really my favorite character in this, both because I’d never heard of her before and she was so fun to read about, because I never knew what she would do next.

Michelle: One of the fun things about archives is getting to see the paper these people used and getting to see their handwriting. It’s the historian’s equivalent of on-the-ground reporting—you pick up all these details you aren’t aware of at the time. Seeing the hundreds and hundreds of letters Rosalie Edge wrote, where she addressed her friends and enemies in her big, loopy, bold handwriting, gave me such a better sense of her.

Her life and the people who surrounded her made me realize how important the women’s suffrage movement was to conservation. At the time, the conservation movement in the U.S. was mostly made up of wealthy, white male hunters—and they were getting a bit complacent. Edge and many other women had developed their activism skills through the suffrage movement. They came into conservation fired up and said, we have to take on bigger fights. Their work turned conservation into more of a grassroots movement, and into a movement that was bigger and more ambitious.

Cameron: Along with traveling to archives, you also visited a number of other places for this book, from Aldo Leopold’s shack in Wisconsin to community conservation projects in Namibia. How did these experiences add to your writing and your understanding of conservation?

Michelle: I’m a journalist by training, so I always want to be on the scene, even if the scene is 150 years ago—whether that’s standing on top of a buffalo jump, or sitting in an archive and putting my hands on original letters. But I think the place that most affected my thinking was Namibia. My family came with me, and for most of the time we were there we were deep in rural Namibia. Being there made me feel much more committed to ideas that I might have just nodded my head at before: For example, conservationists need to think much more about human behavior and the constructive role people can play in protecting other species. Most people don’t want their local species to go extinct, and they will work to protect them as long as their own basic needs are also taken care of. I understood this, but witnessing it firsthand in Namibia helped me feel it in a much more visceral way.

Cameron: The end of the book draws from the words of past conservationists and those who work in the field today to look forward into the future. Do you feel like what you’ve learned from conservation history has changed where you think the field is headed, and has it shaped what you’re working on now?

Michelle:  When I was close to finishing the book I thought, This book has really helped me answer a lot of questions I had about conservation. (And then I thought, Does anyone else have these questions?) Of course, it also raised new questions for me—for example, I’ve continued to think about the success of community-based conservation in Namibia, and I’ve been writing about how it is and can be replicated elsewhere. I’ve been learning more about the relationship between land tenure and conservation: So much of the land that is important for conservation worldwide is managed cooperatively by Indigenous and other rural communities, but very few of these communities have legal rights to their land. Formalizing those land claims is not only a moral good but an effective way to advance conservation, because it allows the conservation work underway to move forward with more certainty.

Cameron: One thing I really appreciated was seeing the daily lives and the mistakes and missteps of many of these renowned conservationists. It just made me feel like they were people, just like me, who could mess up and still do work that has lasting effects today.

Michelle: Yes! That’s one thing I wanted to get across. They are icons now, but they didn’t see themselves as icons. They were just muddling through like the rest of us, trying to protect the places and species they were passionate about. They had no idea whether what they were doing was going to work out—in fact, most of them probably were pretty convinced that it wasn’t going to work out. I think that we can draw inspiration from that, that people in the past felt hopeless at times. They continued to move forward, and so can we.

It’s so easy to get overwhelmed by the daily drumbeat of bad news about the environment. I hope that people take away from the book that humans can play a positive role in conservation. There are huge opportunities for us to do more, and we know what to do—we just need to find the will and the means to do it.

The Semiaquatic Martyrs of East Foster Creek

Among the many rewarding aspects of my well-documented beaver obsession is this: it makes for interesting road trips. Roads tend to follow water, which means that you stand good odds of encountering Castor canadensis and its works during any long drive. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve screeched to a halt on a rural shoulder and leaped from my Subaru, camera in hand, to scope out a picturesque dam in a roadside creek. It’s a dangerous habit, maybe, but it does nicely break up what Seamus Heaney described as the “trance of driving.”

Last weekend I drove from my home in Spokane to the Methow Valley, in an ultimately vain attempt to salvage an edible roadkill deer carcass. (Long story.) My path took me along State Route 17, a two-lane highway that parallels East Foster Creek as it glugs fitfully down to the Columbia River. I’d noticed beaver ponds on East Foster during a previous trip, but it was pouring then, and I hadn’t had the opportunity to explore. This time I was determined to get out of the car and poke around.

I was particularly curious about these beavers because of their location. East Foster Creek lies smack in the middle of the Pearl Hill / Cold Springs Fire complex, which, in September 2020, torched more than 400,000 acres in eastern Washington. As I reported at the time for The Atlantic, these mega-fires incinerated perhaps half of the world’s remaining Columbia Basin pygmy rabbits, an animal as adorably diminutive as its name suggests. Six months later, the area remains a crumbly, charred ashland that would look familiar to the Mars Rover.

This, at least theoretically, is where semiaquatic rodents come in. Last year an ecohydrologist (cool job title, eh?) named Emily Fairfax published a brilliant paper proving empirically what beaver advocates have long known intuitively: wetlands don’t burn. By hydrating their surroundings, Emily found, beavers create wildfire “refugia”: damp, lush spots on the landscape to which other critters — birds, amphibians, small mammals, even livestock — can retreat during fires. “It doesn’t matter if there’s a wildfire right next door,” Emily told me when I covered her study for National Geographic. “Beaver-dammed areas are green and happy and healthy-looking.” The Forest Service, she added, might want to consider a new mascot: Smokey the Beaver.

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Redux: H.G. Wells’s Advice on Science Writing

Hello! It’s been a while. Thanks to the ever-lovely People of LWON for allowing me to revive this tidbit, which I wrote during the early stages of researching my book Beloved Beasts: Fighting for Life in an Age of Extinction. That book is now out—fresh this week!—and I’d love for you to give it a look. For now, though, here are a few timeless words from H.G. Wells on the art of science writing.

H.G. Wells is remembered today for his science fiction, but he had a solid foundation — and an enduring interest — in science fact. As a university student in London in the 1880s, he was deeply influenced by a course with Thomas Henry Huxley, a biologist so fiercely committed to evolutionary theory that he was known as “Darwin’s bulldog.” In 1926, Wells recruited Huxley’s grandson Julian, also a distinguished biologist, as his collaborator on an encyclopedic project called The Science of Life.

Wells, already famous for The Time MachineThe War of the Worlds, and more than two dozen other novels, had just published The Outline of History, a massively successful work of popular history. Now, with the help of the younger Huxley, he wanted to produce a similar translation of the life sciences, creating what he described as a “real text-book of biology for the reading and use of intelligent people.” Huxley (the elder brother of Aldous, another great writer of speculative fiction) was intrigued by the challenge and by Wells’ nervy intelligence, and he signed up for the job in the spring of 1927.

The trouble began immediately.

“I soon discovered that H.G. demanded every ounce of my knowledge,” Huxley wrote in his memoir, “and called upon a gift I had never fully exerted before — that of synthesizing a multitude of facts into a manageable whole, aware of the trees yet seeing the pattern of the forest, and drawing conclusions which gave the whole work vitality.

“This, I may add, did not come easily.”

Huxley resigned his professorship at Oxford in order to focus on The Science of Life, but Wells was soon impatient with his pace. “I want to urge upon you the need for a steady drive to produce copy and get illustrations ready,” he wrote. A few months later: “You told me in October, did you not, that you were doing 1,000 words a day? Anyhow I think we must get copy in hand faster than this.”

Wells was a taskmaster, but he could be charming, too. During working weekends at his country house, Huxley recalled, Wells spent the days arguing over edits in his distinctively thin, squeaky voice. In the evenings, he entertained his guests with witty stories and made-up games.

By the end of 1928, Huxley had copy — but now, in Wells’ estimation, he had too much copy. “About Book Four,” Wells wrote. “Gip tells me you have at present only a monster of 150,000 words ready. This is hopelessly impossible … a vast undigested mass of stuff is no good at all. What has happened to cause this frightful distention?”

(Huxley admitted that he had been “carried away by my interest in social insects,” and he dutifully shortened the offending volume. It was, he recalled, a “painful operation.”)

Wells, in frustration, finally sent the following note to Huxley:

THOUGHTS IN THE NIGHT

The reader for whom you write
is just as intelligent as you are but
does not possess your store of knowledge,
he is not to be offended by a recital
in technical language of things known to him
(e.g. telling him the position of the heart and lungs and backbone)
He is not a student preparing for
an examination & he does not want to be
encumbered with technical terms,
his sense of literary form & his sense of humor is probably
greater than yours.
Shakespeare, Milton, Plato, Dickens, Meridith, T.H. Huxley,
Darwin wrote for him. None of them are known to have talked
of putting in “popular stuff” & “treating him to pretty bits”
or alluded to matters as being “too complicated to discuss
here.” If they were, they didn’t discuss them there and that
was the end of it.

Sometimes it seems like the writing business has changed beyond recognition in the last 20 years — let alone the last 90. But the only thing that’s changed about the above advice is its pronouns. Don’t dumb it down; don’t assume your writing is required reading. Don’t doubt that your reader is at least as funny, articulate, and intelligent as you are.

Despite Wells’ worries, The Science of Life was completed in 1930. It was a grand success, and Huxley, though exhausted, conceded that he “had learnt a great deal about my own subject, and also, under H.G.’s stern guidance, about the popularization of difficult ideas and recondite facts.” The experience, in fact, launched him on a second career as a public advocate for science and conservation.

Today, The Science of Life is long out of print. But Wells was as prescient about science writing as he was about everything else, and his exasperated counsel still bears repeating.

Images: H.G. Wells in 1920, and Julian Huxley in 1922. Wikimedia Commons.

Still In There

“Is today Sunday?” my dad asks. Here we are again, having the usual phone conversation, when we go over the day of the week, the time, and whether it’s a “shower day” at the nursing home.

If we talk two hours later, the same questions are bound to come up. What day is it? Do I have a shower today? What time is it where your brother lives? He hasn’t forgotten, exactly. He just can’t quite remember. If that makes sense.

Yep, this is where we are.

He survived COVID-19, but I think COVID-19 took something with it when it left. The changes are subtle if you don’t know him, perhaps, but they are there. No doubt. Interest in puzzles, books, and politics has slunk to the edges where it used to be front and center. And nothing simple stays put. Not the capital of Arizona, not where he keeps his hats, not why it’s essential that he keep getting up and moving around.

I guess it could just old-man brain worsening, as it would have done regardless of the virus and the isolation and the loss of his partner. Who can say.

But now, if it is a shower day, that’s all there is. We will discuss it ad nauseam. He’s going to have to “wrangle” them to come do it, he insists, even though they have a 5-hour window to fit him in: He decides if they don’t come get him in the first 10 minutes of the first possible hour, they have forgotten him. So, he’ll push that little button by the bed, jab, jab with his finger, prepared to “give them hell” for skipping him. Sometimes he shuffles into the hall to complain, because often the button push is fruitless. (I suspect the call light above his door is lit all day long. Remember the boy who cried wolf?) The nurses must love seeing him suddenly appear outside his door calling “hello, hello, is someone there? Is anyone coming to get me?”

And so, as our conversation begins that way, again, I feel a little panicky that this is how it’s going to be from this day forward, nothing to talk about but the shower schedule, the date, and what time it is in Germany.

And then, suddenly, he’s humming a tune, and then come these words:

Ell-ee-a-zer Wheelock is a bargain-hunting man
His cousin, name of Fealock, makes the footwear for our clan…


“How‘s that for a start?” he says. “I’m not sure where I come up with these gems. I’m just lying here thinking of rhymes and there it is.” (Fealock’s family, in real life, had some kind of shoe business, he tells me. So, it totally makes sense.)

“Maybe when I finish it we can sell it and make a few mil,” he says.

And finish it he does, during our next call. Here’s where he lands:

Ell-ee-a-zer Wheelock is a bargain-hunting man

His cousin, name of Fealock, makes the footwear for our clan.

Cut a deal for his relations? Never Fealock. That’s a laugh.

While if I had near his money, I would slice my price in half!

That’s so dad, remarks my brother when I read it to him.

Yes, indeed it is. Which means everything.

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Photo by Daniel Öberg on Unsplash




Alternative Realities at the NRO

We begin, as we so often do, with a tweet.

Jonathan McDowell @planet4589: Interesting that the NROL-44 patch description makes explicit reference to FVEY, the ‘Five Eyes’ spy alliance of US/UK/Aus/Can/NZ.

Brief explainer: Jonathan McDowell is a certified Harvard x-ray astronomer who also keeps an eye on satellites in space. NROL stands for National Reconnaissance Office Launch.  NRO sits somewhere in the murky middle space between the defense department and the intelligence community.  Its job is to launch spy satellites.  The spy satellites are secret and the NRO doesn’t especially acknowledge them.  But the satellites are launched on rockets and rocket launches aren’t subtle and come with warnings to pilots, so NRO acknowledges the launches with a statement and a mission patch.  For launch #44, the patch was this wolf.  An annotated version of this patch says that those five wolves (note the four lurking in the back) “shows the solidarity across the FVEY community.”  The annotation continues:  the wolf is howling into space where the satellite is, and the howl is a warning to the wolf pack of signs of trouble.

Well then. Well-a-then. My my my.  I have questions, I do.

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Shaman Balls
Penspective #2

Part of a series of ‘penspective’ posts using a pen for scale

The earth is a producer of oddities. Crystals curl around each other like fiber optics and groundwater stains rock like Van Gogh. Geologic byproducts come out faster than Linnaeus could name off species, lava bombs, pseudomorphs, barites that look like roses, and copper that grows like mushrooms. When you find fields of little geologic eggs, you begin to think Darwin may have been short-sighted focusing only on organic life. 

What are these oddities, ball bearings of the desert? You find them all over the Colorado Plateau, iron-rich concretions that erode out of parent rock in the form of spheres. Some are red, some orange, and some so black sunlight gives them a purple sheen. I’ve seen them small as peas or bigger than bowling balls. They can be as hard as musket balls or crumble to the touch. On Mars, they are called blueberries. On Earth, they are known as shaman stones, Moqui balls, or, my favorite from a hibiscusmooncrystal website, shaman balls. To quote the unnamed source on the site: “Shaman balls contain hematite and silicate in their outer shell (the center is sandstone).” Absolutely right. Mostly. Some are iron through and through, squeezed into the sandstone like seeds. When the sandstone wears away, the harder iron concretions remain. 

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Winter Sunsets Are the Best Sunsets

This post began with a question from my dear friend, the novelist and documentary filmmaker George Lerner. 

Looking over two years of footage from South Texas, I noticed something striking: I have lots and lots of glorious images filmed around sunset, but scant few decent shots at sunrise. Why is this, I wondered — is there a difference from an optical or geophysical perspective between sunset and sunrise?

George copied me on this question he sent to my dad, who has taught atmospheric physics. (How the three of us became close like family is a story for another day.) 

I had a knee-jerk answer to George’s question: the reason that sunsets are more amazing than sunrises is that you just see a hell of a lot more of them. So I chuckled to myself when I saw that Dad’s reply to George began, “I try to avoid the early morning hours so I do not see many sunrises.” (Neither of us are morning people.)

But it turns out that there’s more to it than just selection bias. There are scientific reasons that sunsets might be more scenic than sunrises. 

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