Tuesday, September 2, 2014
My first marmot season and memorable marmots
Monday, August 18, 2014
Pup season
Friday, July 8, 2011
Where are they?
Another real issue is that we have been seeing a lot of adult females not breeding. Why? Well, as they say, a shortage of good men. Some groups had all the male marmots die and there was nobody to mate with at the end of a long winter. Interestingly, the first litter to emerge was one where the male hibernated with two adult females...they didn't have to emerge through 3 meters of snow to mate (they lived in an avalanche corridor and Julien was watching them earlier in the year as an avalanche approached them...they ducked out of the way!).
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Welcome to motherhood: Pups are here!
More photos will surely be posted soon as we continue to weigh and mark these newly recruited members of our marmot population here at RMBL. We have already seen at least six pups and we expect to see more in days to come. Let the fun begin!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Meet Team Marmot: Yvonne Chi
In March 2010, when Dan recruited me to join the ranks of the marmoteers at RMBL, I only had a vague idea of what marmots are… something along the lines of giant hibernating rodents who eat a lot.
As I found out, some marmots are giant indeed! Over the course of the summer, I engaged in my share of wrestling matches with 5-kilogram adult male marmots who were less than thrilled about being “bagged and tagged” and would writhe and scuffle and chomp down at any human body part within range of their formidable buck teeth.
I also observed medium-sized marmots (yearlings), watching them through my binoculars or spotting scope and recording their play as they chased each other across the spectacularly scenic river valley landscape.
There were also tiny marmots, fuzzy pups that warmed hands and hearts on the wet, chilly mornings of the mountains. Newly emerged pups weighed less than 500 grams; they could be cupped in one hand and were exceedingly photogenic!
The marmot pup Six Dice Dots after being tagged at River Cliff.
Forget cats and dogs; I’m a marmot person. I plan to work with the Blumstein Lab during my next two quarters on an honors thesis about marmot alarm calls. I am extremely excited to be, once again, in the company of those who gave me an incredible summer filled with epic adventures, breathtaking beauty, and the most awesome animals!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Meet Team Marmot: Dan Blumstein trapping pups
These days my role as a marmot researcher has changed. Whereas I used to spend most days collecting data in the field, I now spend a lot of time teaching others how to work with the marmots, conduct experiments, and I spend a lot of time troubleshooting new procedures, and a lot of time working with students showing them how to analyze data. An exception to this supervisory role is that when it’s pup season, all hands are required to quickly catch and mark pups before they become fox food!
Trapping pups is fun and quite a challenge at times. It’s fun because they’re very cute and you can hold them (we keep adults in our handling bags to avoid getting bitten by them). It’s a challenge because in recent years around the Gothic Townsite, it really has become a race against the foxes!
We set traps outside the marmot burrows and wait for the marmots to walk in but the foxes set up shop outside marmot burrows too. And they are amazingly effective predators! Foxes hunt by sitting quietly and waiting for a pup to emerge then, with an explosion of speed, they pounce on the pup, bite its neck and head, and kills it immediately. We’ve watched (we try not to interfere) entire marmot litters get killed and hauled off by adults to feed their fox kits within a few days of when the marmot litter has emerged.
The sad thing is that some of the foxes are present around the Gothic Townsite largely because of human activities. Foxes, but not coyotes, can habituate—get used to human activity. Indeed, coyotes will kill foxes—an interesting phenomenon called ‘intra-guild predation’. A few years ago some winter caretakers fed the foxes and this led to the foxes sticking around, habituating to people, and allowing them to learn to specialize on marmot pups. I wrote an essay for the Denver Post about how the kindness of some can cause localized ecological disasters.
For us, it just means a lot more effort into trapping pups immediately after they emerge. Which is a good thing for our long-term studies.



