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Mink on the Eno River
Riverdave's Journal
April 5, 2009
On February 25, 2009, at 9AM, I took the hand of my three
year old grandson, Owen Woolford, and headed down from my backyard to
the Eno River. The remnants of two hurricanes in September had washed
up a nice beach of sand on the north bank that I hoped my Manhattan
raised grandson would find interesting to dig in. I watched
attentively as he dug a tunnel in the sand, then with a measuring cup,
went down to the river to scoop up water and return to flood the
tunnel. Eventually the soggy sand gave way, the tunnel collapsed and
the whole cycle was repeated ad infinitum.
My attention eventually surrendered to a ponderous gaze
down the river as other thoughts began to enter in. But a sudden
movement in the vegetation on the opposite bank caught my eye. Thirty
yards away a slender, furry, black animal scampered out of the Mt.
Laurel thicket to the river’s edge, then hopped on several rocks and
submerged itself in the water without a splash. The entire event
lasted about five seconds. Over the next minute I saw the animal’s
head emerge among the rocks several times. It then bounded out of the
water with its long furry tale flying behind, raced up into the
Mountain Laurel thicket and disappeared.
I returned my focus to my grandson who remained rapt in
his sand industry. I am often prone to think of events in terms of a
syncronicity - the word used by the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung to
unusual describe events that on the surface seem causally unrelated,
but may be meaningfully connected in a larger, but often more subtle,
scheme of things. Almost everyone who lives close to the natural world
has experienced these happenings. Although my grandson seemed
oblivious to the dark animal on the opposite bank, I wondered if its
appearance might carry some special significance for this child ...
My thoughts shifted back to the phantom-like animal. In
my twenty years of focus on the Eno River, I had seen plenty of beavers
and muskrats, easily identified by their wide and narrow tails. But
here was something different - a black, slinky, agile animal with a
long furry tail. Through the years I had kept an eye out for otters at
West Point on the Eno but had never come across one. I had met several
people who claimed to have seen otters, especially along the Eno in
Orange County. But when I asked them for details, their description
seemed weak and open to question. I had seen many otters along the Haw
River and other rivers further south, so I was quite familiar with that
animal. But the darker animal that I just saw looked different.
I then recalled that I had recently read in an Eno River
Association newsletter about the discovery of a mink road kill just
north of the Eno River on Guess Rd., about a mile from my house. I was
surprised at that announcement, and decided that it must have been an
anomalous sighting of an individual in transit, not a resident. With
this in mind, I eagerly climbed the one hundred foot slope from the
river back to my home and went straight to my field guide of North
Carolina mammals. There it was - a mink! Besides the body shape and
impish face, the telltale sign was the black coat from head to tail.
Then on March 8th, I happened upon my own roadkill mink on highway 501
in North Durham at the crossing over the Little River, the Eno’s
largest tributary.
So after all my years of close observation along the
river, a critter that had been hidden from my eyes has suddenly comes
into focus. Now that I know what to look for, they will probably be
turning up all the time. That is often the way it is in our
relationship with the natural world. There are so many new friends to
meet out there if we are willing to expand our definition of community
to include other forms of life than just humans. And then there is the
mystery of syncronicity. The closest my grandson might ever get to a
mink in Manhattan would be in the women’s apparel department of Saks
Fifth Avenue! But somehow, during a brief visit to the Eno, his wild
side elicits a response from an animal I had never noticed before ...
photo from: sodahead.com
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