“Nothing in nature is
random.” – Spinoza
This is one of the
strangest and most intriguing stories I’ve ever come across. It starts simply
enough with a pack of gray wolves living happily in British Columbia. Then one
day, in 1995, while they were out doing ordinary wolflike things, they were
tranquilized by a group of biologists, fitted with radio collars, then
transported to a new environment: the Lamar Valley in Yellowstone National
Park. They were dubbed the Druid Peak pack, after a central geographic feature
of the valley. By 2002—after six or seven generations of new wolves had come
along—the pack was getting too big to sustain itself, so a group of them split
off, left the valley, and formed their own pack near Slough Creek, where, over
the next several years, they grew to outnumber their old pack mates by almost
three to one.
In 2005, when PBS began
filming In the Valley of the Wolves,
to document this phase of the wolves’ transition to the park, the Druids had
been ensconced in the Lamar Valley for over twelve years. They were reportedly
now “at war” with the Slough Creek Pack, though the incursions from their
rivals were few and far between. There was also a coyote husband and wife
living in the valley, enjoying a semi-peaceful co-existence with the Druids.
They would often approach the Druids’ latest kill from a safe distance, and, in
an almost pro forma way, one or more of the Druids would launch a mock attack.
Wolf: “Hey! You know the
rules!”
Coyote: “Sorry, we were
hungry. We’ll come back later.”
Wolf: “Okay. But there
might not be much left...”
Even when the Druids were
hunting it seemed almost like a game to them. It was only when they got in close
enough to be gored or maimed by their prey’s horns and hooves that their teeth
came out.
There was also a lone wolf
who apparently wanted to leave the Slough Creek pack. He would occasionally
come around, trotting behind the Druids at a safe distance, eyeing a particular
young female. The father repeatedly chased him away, not in a mean fashion,
just a kind of, “She’s too young for you!” The female’s attraction was stronger
than her father’s objections, though, so her suitor was eventually allowed to
join the family.
And family is the key
word. If you were to compare life in the Lamar Valley to a 1950s television
show, it would’ve been more like “Leave it to Beaver” than Wild Kingdom.
That all changed in the
winter of 2006 when the Slough Creek pack came into the valley, launching an
all-out attack on everyone in it. In a period of just a few days they had
killed the mama and papa wolf, scattered the rest of the pack, slaughtered more
elk than they could eat, and instead of just chasing the coyote couple away
from their latest kill, they systematically chased down the husband and ripped
him to shreds while his helpless, now-pregnant wife watched, terrified, from a
distance. Then, their thirst for blood still not satisfied, they came after her
too. Luckily, she was able to scramble safely away.
Then spring came slowly,
as it does in the high country. Several of the Slough Creek females had given
birth, and were raising their litters in a large den on the side of a ridge.
The valley’s victors, the Slough Creek males, had grown a bit lazy. They had
let their guard down. So they weren’t prepared when, one day, as they returned
from a hunting expedition, they found a dozen mysterious black wolves—very
different in color from the mostly grey and brown Druids and Slough
Creekers—who had come marching into the valley, taken strategic positions on
the hill, and staged a siege outside the den of the nursing females. These
interlopers—while fewer in number than the Slough Creek males—were able to keep
their position while the Slough Creek males stood helplessly by, unable to get
food to their wives and pups.
The black wolves did
nothing but wait patiently on the side of that snow-covered hill for twelve days, until one by one, every single Slough Creek pup died slowly of starvation. (Some reports state that they went into the dens and
killed the pups.) The helpless males were bereft, agitated, in a state of
terrible distress, so much so that by the time the black wolves finally left
the valley, never to return, the Slough Creek pack scattered to the winds, their
spirits broken.
It wasn’t long before the
Druids came out of hiding, joyously re-assembled, and re-took control of their
beloved valley. For them, it must have been the best spring in years.
As mysterious as this
event was, on a certain level we can understand the behavior of the
Slough Creek pack. They wanted the valley. They had superior numbers; they came
in and they took it. Still, they didn’t have to kill the coyote husband; he was
no threat. In fact, by chasing him down and killing him, they used up more
energy than it was worth. So did killing more elk than they needed. If one of
the laws of nature is the conservation of energy, these wolves weren’t
aware of it.
Even so, that’s not what’s
really puzzling. What’s really hard for us to wrap our minds around is the
behavior of those mysterious black wolves. They weren’t following the rules of
nature either. Far from it! They weren’t after the valley’s resources. They
didn’t do much if any hunting there. They just waltzed in, surrounded the dens,
waited for all the pups to die, and then left, as if that were their sole
purpose, which makes no sense at all. Who were they? Where did they come from?
Why did they do what they did?
Biologists and
evolutionary scientists can’t explain this. To them it’s either an extended
example of biological altruism (their
behavior benefited the Druids), or just a random event.
Yet we also have no
explanation (other than, “Gee, aren’t dogs wonderful?”) for incidents like the one reported on NPR last week: A pointer named Effie, was out for a normal walk with her owner. But within a few minutes she started pulling to go in a
different direction, than took off running to a nearby house where a
94-year-old man was lying unconscious, face down in his driveway. The dog started
licking the stranger’s face. Her owner called 911, then began doing CPR. Together, they saved the
man’s life.
Why do these things
happen? How do we explain them?
The only answer I can
think of is that that dogs and wolves may have their own form of Twitter and
Facebook, their own social networks that help them tune into situations that
require action when someone in the network is in danger, or perhaps even when
the network-as-a-whole is out of whack.
Dogs and wolves can’t text
each other; they don’t have thumbs. But they can definitely feel what someone
else is feeling, and they seem to do so as if it’s actually happening to them.
From my observations, canines also seem to have a gut reaction when something’s
not right in whatever social network, large or small, they’re a part of. For
Effie, that network may be her neighborhood. For those mysterious black wolves,
it’s a much larger network, one that includes the entire Yellowstone basin. In
fact I would argue that it consists of all wolves and coyotes, along with the
birds, the elk, the aspen trees, the rivers and streams, the weather systems,
the sky above and the earth below, and even the PBS cameraman, drinking coffee
from a Thermos, munching an energy bar, and making breath clouds behind his
telephoto lens while waiting for the wolves to do something interesting.
Konrad Lorenz, who’s
responsible for a lot of the misinformation we now have about dogs and wolves,
was still a brilliant scientist, capable of keen insights. One of his theories
on ecology is the idea of feedback mechanisms. “In nature,” he writes, “these
mechanisms tend towards a ‘stable state’ among the living beings of an ecology:
A closer examination shows that these beings... not only do not damage each
other, but often constitute a community of interests. It is obvious that the
predator is strongly interested in the survival of that species, animal or
vegetable, which constitutes its prey. ... It is not uncommon that the prey
species derives specific benefits from its interaction with the predator.” (Civilized Man’s Eight Deadly Sins, 1974, p. 33).
As if to prove Lorenz'
point, after the Canadian wolves were relocated to Yellowstone, the aspen trees, which had been dying out, made a comeback. With new tree growth, beavers began showing up and building dams. this slowed down the rushing currents in many of the park’s rivers and streams, creating a trophic cascade, positively affecting most if not all the flora and fauna in the park.
I don’t think the black
wolves came to Yellowstone to rescue the Druids from the evil Slough Creek
pack. It’s easy for us to see things in those terms, black and white, heroes
and villains. But I think the black wolves came simply because they were part
of a natural Lorenzian feedback mechanism. The Slough Creek pack had gotten too
big and powerful for the network-as-a-whole. The black wolves felt a disturbance
in that network, so they took action, not to punish or “unfriend” the Slough
Creek wolves, and not torescue the Druids either, but simply to restore the
network to its optimal setting. (It’s telling that they didn’t kill any of the
adult wolves; they simply got in the way of their ability to provide food to
their young, which prevented a new generation from becoming part of a pack that
had already grown too big to sustain itself.) To me this is the only explanation that makes any
sense.
The key feature of wolf
behavior is their ability to hunt as a cohesive social unit. In order
to do that, you have to have enormous social flexibility. You
have to be able to read each other’s social signals very quickly and extremely
well, especially in a high-pressure situation.
When dogs began domesticating us, around 32,000 to 44,000 years ago, they expanded on the wolf’s natural social networking skills, so that now they exhibit an extraordinary ability to read human social signals in a way that’s far more developed than what we find even in our closest biological relative, the chimp. (In some ways dogs are far more social than we are!) Their social intelligence is the primary reason dogs are the current “it” animal for cognitive research.
So the next time you take your dog for a walk, switch off your iPhone or other device. And don't worry that you'll be out of touch; you'll still have a direct connection to one of the most wonderful and miraculous social networks ever created, right there at the end of your leash.
When dogs began domesticating us, around 32,000 to 44,000 years ago, they expanded on the wolf’s natural social networking skills, so that now they exhibit an extraordinary ability to read human social signals in a way that’s far more developed than what we find even in our closest biological relative, the chimp. (In some ways dogs are far more social than we are!) Their social intelligence is the primary reason dogs are the current “it” animal for cognitive research.
So the next time you take your dog for a walk, switch off your iPhone or other device. And don't worry that you'll be out of touch; you'll still have a direct connection to one of the most wonderful and miraculous social networks ever created, right there at the end of your leash.
“Life Is
an Adventure—Where Will Your Dog Take You?”
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