Canine Behavior: The Siege at Druid Peak
Tuning into nature’s most developed social network, the domesticated dog.
“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 a 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 in danger of being 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 or so mysterious black wolves, very different in color from the mostly grey and brown Druids and Slough Creekers. They 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 long days, at last, every single Slough Creek pup in every litter died slowly of starvation. (Some reports state that the black wolves went into the dens and actually killed the pups.) The helpless Slough Creek 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 sort of 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 as did killing more elk than they needed to eat. If one of the laws of nature is the conservation of energy, then 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 any hunting. They just waltzed in, surrounded the den, 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.
Yet we also have no explanation (other than, “Gee, aren’t dogs wonderful?”) for incidents like the one where 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. A man neither of them had ever met!
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 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 was her little neighborhood in Minnesota. 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 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 to rescue 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 together as a cohesive social unit. In order to do that, you have to have enormous social and emotional 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 even 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. 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 the leash.
LCK
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