My love-hate relationship with sensationalism

In my job as a wildlife educator I like to use myths and stories to highlight previous beliefs about the animals I am presenting. Stories like why the bear lack a long tail, or how the Egyptians actually used crocodiles in their temples. To be able to do my job properly I have to read and investigate these old stories and myths.
In my latest endeavour I have been trying to read up on myths, stories and historical descriptions about crocodiles, and while I was doing that I came across a book that set me ablaze.
So now I need to vent my frustration about my love-hate relationship with sensationalism.

I have scoured a few books and papers now to look for anecdotes, stories and myths about crocodiles, and there are quite a few good ones out there. Right now I am reading a paper by Dr. Simon Pooley which is called “The entangled relations between humans and Nile crocodiles c.1840-1992“. The paper is a short introduction to the relationship between humans and crocs in Africa, and the stories that follow that relationship. It is un-biased and not very exciting. Unless you have read the jaw dropping horror stories that surrounds crocs before you read Dr. Pooley’s paper. Now a question may appear, who is right? Are one side lying? Is someone hiding something, or trying to gain something? WHO should you believe?

Reading a frustrating book

The last thing I read before I read Dr.Pooleys paper was a book, actually this book;


A book that takes aim to EXPOSE the human-wildlife conflict (HWC) in Africa. As if HWC is somehow hidden from the public eye. Okay, so I am not a fan of the title, the book may still be good.
Well, James Clarke is an english writer born in London. He has been living in Africa for more than fifty years and he has written both books and articles on african wildlife since the 1950’s. This man should be a heavyweight in this field. Nonetheless I cannot find myself to trust his writings. Throughout his book he references well-known journals, reports and scientists, but from time to time he makes bold claims without referencing to actual science other that what he believes to be true.
One example is “Lindi is a coastal town where slaves were taken in the 17th, 18th and 19th century, which suggests a genetic predisposition for man-eating that goes back to the slave trade.“. This is a paragraph that immediately follows an account from Lindi of 24 people being killed – and some eaten – by lions between 1999 and 2000. This is a claim he makes without any reference to any science on the topic. A quick search online shows that genetic studies of known man-eaters, such as the Tsavo lions, show little to none genetic difference that could explain this behaviour when compared to other lions (Panthera leo) in africa. Claiming that these lions kill humans because it is embedded in their genes is pure sensationalism and a strong contributor to further demonizing the large predators.
The author himself is not trained in natural science, but when he sometimes does feel the need to back up his claims he refers to his daughter who is a trained biologist. This makes me doubt the legality of his claims even more.

Done trashing

Now, I am not writing this to trash James Clarke. His book is actually a good read if you know that you cannot read it as if you were reading a scientific compilement of actual proven data. You have to take it for what it is. A gathering of gory events with a pinch of imagination. Read it like a novel, for fun, and you most likely find yourself enjoying the book (like I did after I figured out how to read it).
I have to admit that I am just as big of a fan of sensationalism, and I click on every link that starts with”World largest…” or “You won’t believe…”. I love the thrill of a sensational story, but I try to reflect on the contents of what I just read as well so that I do not accept lies as the truth. Good stories are an amazing way to pass time and let your imagination run wild, that is why I also love reading a good fictional book. Hence my love-hate relationship with sensationalism.
I am also not trying to say that you need to have studied natural sciences to write decent books on the subject. But as soon as you venture away from proper facts and start referring to things you believe as factual, then we have a problem.

The horrors of sensationalism

Sensationalizing an animal – especially in the case of exaggerating attacks by predators – may rob the animal of its actual identity. What do I mean by that? Well, if you constantly refer to crocodiles – as an example – as brutes and killers, the mind of the public may be swayed in the direction of believing this for a fact. If an animal is only seen for its killing power and not for its particular place in an ecosystem, we might be faced with challenges when we raise the issue of conserving the species.
A great example is Discovery Channels “Shark week” which aims to spread knowledge about this great pelagic predator, according to the network. Myrick and Evans showed in their 2014 paper “Do PSAs Take a Bite Out of Shark Week? The Effects of Juxtaposing Environmental Messages With Violent Images of Shark Attacks” that the public became more fearful of sharks after watching clips of sharks attacking prey during the shark week programming. The audience also overestimated the chance of being attacked after watching shark attacks caught on film.
The problem of creating fear is that few – if any – want to conserve what they fear. If you have a fear of spiders you will most likely not be first in line to donate money to save a species of redback spider. It is hard to see the value of a species you despise.

Fighting a losing battle

My main goal as an educator is to patch up the holes missing in peoples knowledge about predators. It is only when you understand the creature you are faced with that you can react with awe and curiosity instead of scepticism or fear.
But I am constantly walking up hill, fighting a losing battle with authors, TV-networks and social media who are constantly carpet bombing the public with sensational stories and videos of people being mauled by predators. I have seldom seen a headline where the story is how cows kill hundreds of people every year, but insert a large carnivore and people start demanding cullings.
I hope that I one day may come in a position to tell a larger crowd about the role and the history of our apex predators. Until that day I WILL be fighting my battle against the negative sensationalism of predators. And if I am able to change one persons opinion about the ecological necessity of predators a day, then I have at least won one round.

To finish this off I will add a little smile to this post:

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Looking at that beautiful smile, how can anyone not love these magnificent beings (Crocodylus niloticus)




These boots were made for walking

 I must admit that I have been neglecting my home country as a travel destination, so my girl and I decided it was time to see more of Norway. So we googled “travel in Norway”, checked out some pictures, and decided to take a weekend hike to Trolltunga (The Trolls Tongue). Here is our little travel blog.


When we (Wendy) picked out our travel destination I knew it would be a challenging hike, she on the other hand thought it would be an hours walk in semi flat terrain. I will add the TripAdvisor page for Trolltunga here so you can read other peoples account of the hike.
When Wendy realized it would be a minimum of five hours – one way – in steep mountain terrain she freaked for a second and realized she would need proper walking boots. By Wednesday she had bought and started to break in her new boots, and Friday afternoon we started our trip by driving to Odda in the Hardangerfjord in western Norway. Right after Wendy finished her shift I picked her up and we crossed the mountain plateau of Hardangervidda –  which is beautiful in itself. By nightfall we reached Odda where we rented a small room for the night. Easy enough.

The trek

The next day we got up at six A.M. and were on our way by quarter to seven. We reached the parking lot closest to the trail at seven and we started our trek at seven twenty. By seven thirty we knew we were in trouble.
The first kilometer is basically scrambling a straight ascend on a mix of rocky stairs and tree roots. The first 200 meters almost had us, but luckily we announced our travels on Facebook and could not give up so easily and face ridicule, so we scrambled on.
When we reached the one kilometer marker we knew the hard parts were over, from here it would be all smooth sailing if we would believe the online reviews. At the three kilometer marker it all started again. A steep ascend up a rocky path, several trails, and nothing that lead us towards the easiest path up.
After conquering the first two ascends the next portion of the trail was fairly easy and we actually ahd time to enjoy the hike without fearing that we would caugh our lungs out from exhaution.


The weather was a perfect hiking mix of moderate temperatures of around 15C and overcast skies. The warmth of the sun and the cool breeze kept us fairly comfortable. The snow was melting on the peaks, and beautiful little streams appeared everywhere. This also made the trail a bit challenging in some places as the meltwater turned dirt to mud and grasslands to bogs, but that was all okay as the scenery was stunning.
We walked through mountain forest areas with short lush trees, we walked through barren mountain peaks, we walked through grassy hillsides, and we even walked through quite a bit of snow.
June must be the perfect month to hike in this area if you would like to see the mountains dressed in all sorts of colors. We will probably judge that again as we hopefully will be back in fall with a tent.

The tongue

You will not see the structure itself until it is right there in front of you. From a few kilometers away you can see a gathering of people, but the tongue is hidden between two rocky outcrops in the mountain.
When you see the tongue for the first time it is something quite special. Situated at 1100 meters above sea level and with a vertical drop of 700 meters to the lake below.
Surrounded by snowy peaks, green hillsides and the beautiful clear blue lake below it is breathtakingly beautiful.
I am not great with hights. But dammit, when I have walked for almost six hours I am not leaving without a shot of me on that ledge. And boy am I glad I went out there. The view is the best I have ever experienced, and the feeling of standing a few feet from a seven houndred meeter “splat” is awesome.

The hard part

After spending about an hour at the structure we headed back down. We wanted to use less than five hours down so that we could be back at the parking lot by seven P.M. and reach Bergen around ten. What we did not take in to account was that the way down is just as hard, or maybe even harder than the hike up. The steep and rocky terrain takes a toll on the joints, and when you already hiked-up all your energy reserves it becomes even tougher. We managed to reach our car at eight O’clock after nearly stumbling down the last few hundred rocky steps.
In the car and pleased with our effort and the beautiful day we realized that our GPS sent us in the wrong direction – after about fourty minutes of driving…
We reached Bergen at one thirty A.M.

Oslo has a lot to learn

This was the first time any of us ever went to Bergen, and it will most definetly not be the last time. Bergen is a beautiful city by the fjord with cozy streets, a lot of history and heaps of cool street art. Growing up right outside Oslo I have always thought of Oslo as how a city is supposed to look. Gray buildings, tacky grafitty, garbage and an overall gloomy feeling. After visiting Bergen I realize that a big city (bergen being the second largest in Norway after Oslo) can also be lively and beutiful. We spent the day walking around shooting some pictures before we got in the car and drowe back over the mountains.

Traveling from the East to the West we had loads of rain, but on our way back we had clear blue skies and sun. Hardangervidda was glowing in every shade of green and yellow you could imagine.

Returning home late at night we unpacked and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow. It was a hard weekend, but all worth it.


Words of advice

I thought I would just end this blog with a few words of advice for anyone who might want to take on the Trolltnga hike.
– Leave early in the morning. When the weather is cooler and there are fewer people on the trail, the hike is much more enjoyable.
– Check the weather reports. The weather changes quickly in the mountain so be sure to check the reports and bring some warm clothing.
– Stay on top of the mountain in a tent or spend the next night close to Skjeggedal or Odda. Traveling all the way to Bergen after the hike was exhausting. Spare yourself the hassle and just spend one more night in the surrounding.
– Do not carry a 500mm lense unless you are there specifically to look for wildlife. It is BLOODY heavy.
– Plan a bit in advance. Do not make our mistake of planning it all in an evening, it seldom works out perfectly.

– Enjoy! Take your time and enjoy the hike. Hardanger is a beautiful spot in our little country.





No WiFi, means no update

Sorry guys! This shoud have been up a few weeks ago. Blaming the WiFi is childish, I know, But…

A few weeks ago I mentioned in a post that I was going to travel to South Africa to attend the Crocodile Specialist Groups 24th annual working meeting. Today I arrived in Skukuza rest camp in Kruger national park.

Looking at my ticket I gulped a bit. Traveling from Flå to Skukuza would take approximately 30hours of my life away from me. I love to travel as much as the next man, but I am not a huge fan of being locked inside planes and airports for prolonged periods of time. I need to move and use my body to not go insane. But all in the name of science. And when you see monkeys and warthogs from the window of your hut the traveling is quickly forgotten.
Skukuza rest camp is the largest rest camp in the largest game reserve in Africa, Kruger national park. A national park larger than the landmass of Israel, where every corner is teeming with wildlife. I have been in the area for less than five hours, but I have already seen water buffalo, impala, a Nile crocodile, warthogs, monkeys, and a myriad of beautiful birds. My camera is going to get used a lot the coming days.

I am here to attend the CSGs 24th annual working meeting. That means that I am going to get to meet and learn from the foremost experts in the field of crocodile conservation and management in the world.
The only reason why I am here is due to dumb luck and my ability to send emails to the right people. When I were still a biology student I sent an email to an Australian researcher who was working on crocodiles, to see if he had any tips to fields of master studies I could do on crocodiles – in Norway. He had many interesting tips, but most of them required me to move to Australia, Africa, or the Americas to pursue the field. I then got hired in my current position as a zookeeper in Flå and I soon put the idea of a master’s degree behind me. When my boss announced that we were getting crocodiles at the park I once again reached out to the researcher to see if there was any way I could do some volunteer work. To make a long story short; The researcher was Grahame Webb, The chair of the Crocodile Specialist Group. He proceeded to formally invite me to the Working Meeting in Skukuza, so that I could build a network for myself and our park. I got the “go ahead” from my boss, and here I am.

I am here mainly as an observer for the park. I am here to learn as much as I can, and to extend the parks network and to build on our reputation as a serious actor in the crocodile conservation world. Our park is fairly new in keeping crocodiles, so any information we can get out hands on will benefit us greatly.
The next few days I will be attending a series of symposiums, safaris, and social gatherings of the CSG. I will have the chance to meet some of the top names in the game, and listen in on discussions of current research and management trends.
Attending this conference will only scratch the surface of a vast field of science, but we all have to start somewhere.

I will update the blog with new and pictures as I get them (and get a proper wifi connection)



Holiday in a Flash

The last week has been colored by horrible weather reports and surprisingly good weather.

Dokkum and Corfu, Korfu, Kerkyra 2016 (444)

Exploring Korfu

According to every weather app available for Android phones it should have been raining the entire week we spent on Korfu. Luckily, things did not pan out the way the online meteorologists prophesized. We managed to get through the week with only one full day of rain. Most of the days started out with clouds or slight rain, but during the day the sun came out and made the island sparkle in greens and blues.
According to the locals on Korfu – or Kerkyra as the greeks calls it – is competing with Ireland for the title of “Greenest Island in Europe”. No matter where you go you will be in lush green wilderness or gardens, spattered with different colors of wild flowers. We spent our days chasing the sun and the sights on the island in a small rental car. Cars are almost a must on this island, as the busses seem to come as they please and only travel between the larger villages. We chose the provider with the best insurance policy possible as the Greeks drive like mad men. A small car is to prefer when you drive on Korfu, we got to experience that first hand. As we were ascending a hill with a 30% slope we met a huge truck barreling down the same hill. Luckily we managed to squeeze in to someone’s narrow driveway to let the truck pass. If you ever need a car that can fit two humans and their traveling gear, and you also need to be able to put that car in your pocket, I can recommend a Volkswagen UP!
No matter what route you follow, main- or side roads, you will run in to areas where two cars can barely pass. Quite often actually. Small cars are also easier to park, and when you are in Greece you should park like Greeks, anywhere the car fits. It is kinda like cats- if it fits, it sits. And the UP! fit most places on the island.

North by North-West

We spent our first days traveling north and west on the island. We were looking for anywhere we could soak up some sun before traveling back to the freezing temperatures of northern Europe. There are heaps of small bays and secret getaways around the north-east coast, and if you get out of your car to stroll along the roads you often come across small paths leading down to a beach or a rocky outpost. These are small fortresses of solitude, free from tourists and sounds of traffic.
Korfu has a long history and many sights that bear witness of that. There are a bunch of fortresses, castles, ruins, museums, archeological sites, and other attractions worth a visit. The Achilleon is a perfect example. Built by the empress of Austria between 1889 and 1891, it has served as the imperial family’s residence, as well as a casino for the rich and powerful. It is a magnificent building with marble columns, oil paintings and sculptures to add to its grandeur. Today it functions as a museum.
If you decide to travel along the small inland roads on Korfu you better be prepared to get lost. We bought a travel book and a decent map before we arrived on the island, but I have never been as lost as I was during this holiday. Regardless of a great map and a great navigator – Wendy – we could not seem to find the quickest or shortest route to any destination we decided on. But that did not really bother us as there are worse places to get lost. Getting lost on Korfu only gives you the opportunity to see all the cozy little villages and bays you would not get to see otherwise. And the island is only so large that if you do mess up, there is ALWAYS a sign pointing you towards the capitol.
Small side note; Do not trust the signs. Sometimes they point towards where you want to go, only to change direction at the next intersection. Sometimes the signs are only posted in Greek. Sometimes the signs only occur at one of the side-roads of an intersection. And other times the sign is just missing. If you are determined to not get lost I guess a navigation system is the safest bet – although I would not completely trust those either in Greece.

Zen – The Stalker

In addition to the cultural sights of the island, the island I also filled with street cats and dogs that stroll around without a leash. If you are not too concerned about hygiene and disease – or if you have had all possible shots – most of the animals are very comfortable with being fed and pet. Many will actually walk straight up to you and sit next to you on whatever you sit on. Now, do not be a fool and pet an animal you do not know, unless you and the animal feel comfortable about it. It is kinda like a date; Take it slow and give yourselves some time to develop a trusting relationship, then you can enjoy cuddles together. If you move too fast you might end up with something short and exciting that results in bite- and claw marks.

At the beach in Dassia, close to where we stayed, we met Zen. Zen is a dog that resembles a brown Labrador, except from his legs which are oddly short. Wendy wanted to rename him Odin (we have been watching Vikings lately), but we kept to his name that we found on the tag on his collar. He must be the strangest dog I have met. We were strolling along the beach when we met him. As soon as he saw us he started acting as if we were taking him for a walk, walking where we walked, sitting down where we sat. We passed a local tavern where the waiter explained that Zen was the beach dog, and that he spent his days strolling up and down the beach together with the tourists. He has a collar and a home, but the beach is his domain. Zen kept following us, and it all turned quite stalkerish. He stayed close, but not close enough to touch. He kept an eye on us, but we got no response if we called him. And when we were going home, he would not leave us alone. At one point it got so bad that we actually tried to outrun him. Yes, two humans trying to outrun and hide from the dog who is stalking them. To end his obsessive behavior, we had to come up with a plan to fool the little bugger. Wendy decided to lure him down an alley with an exit at the other end. In the meanwhile, I went and got the car. I am not proud of the next part of our plan, but it had to be done. As Zen was busy peeing on something, I rushed in and Wendy jumped into the car, then we rushed off, leaving the confused dog heading for some other hoomans. A surge of guilt crept over the both of us, but the guilt quickly resided when we saw him tailing a new mark. Guess we were not all that special after all.

Bad planning makes great memories

What we did not know when we booked our trip was that it was the Dutch May holiday and the Greek Orthodox Easter celebrations at the same time. As we were to fly out from Schiphol after visiting family our tickets were a lot pricier than if we had flown from Norway due to the holiday. When we landed we were informed that most of the shops would be closed for five out of the seven days we had on the island, all due to Easter and labor day perfectly landing on the same week. The only options for any shopping would be the over-priced tourist markets in the capitol, or the minimarket who sells beer and chips to the tourists. Lucky for us, we were more interested in seeing the island than shopping cheap leather and local kumquat liquor.
The main celebrations took place in the private homes of the Greeks, but we joined in on the public processions in the capitol on the Saturday after good Friday. The streets were packed with people. So packed that we did not really get to see the bones of the patron saint of Korfu. I tried to hold the camera high enough to catch some picture at least, but that only gave me the patron shiny head of some middle aged Greek guy. No luck there.
The processions in Korfu city holds a special place in Greek culture, and a lot of main land Greeks had taken the ferry to the island to get in on the festivities. We also met a whole bunch of Irish and British cars and tourists, most likely Orthodox who took the trip for the celebrations.
The procession in Korfu ends with a rather different ritual. The throwing of ceramic pots. When the main parade is over you can see red ceramic carafes and pots in almost every window surrounding the churches squares. The carafes and pots are filled with water, and when the bells ring at eleven they all throw them from the window and down to the excited crowds. My trusted camera-woman did not expect it to be as loud as it was, so most of the pictures became quite blurry or non-existent as she dove for cover. When all the ceramics have been thrown the crowds gather to pick up some pieces for god fortune. That we DID get a picture of.

It was quite the experience to hear the sound of falling pots travel through the city until it reached the square where we stood. If you ever travel to Greece during their Easter Celebrations I urge you to attend their celebration, it is something special.

All holiday’ed up

Our last days were spent driving the southern part of the island – which were pretty much dead due to the lack of tourists – and relaxing with our books. The weather worsened the last two days, which resulted in massages at one of the islands spas and a trip to Korfu city for some Easter lamb and shopping.
We also planned to go looking for some reptiles, but the cold weather put a stop to that. All I managed to catch in my lens were the blue-throated keeled lizard (Algyroides nigropunctatus), and not even that picture turned out any good. I did however spot a few cool birds, yet again, when I did not have my camera at hand…

Now we are packing our bags before we have to head to the bus to the airport tomorrow morning. We are flying Back to the Netherlands for a few days before we return to work and everyday life in Norway.
There are some things I will miss about Greece. The food, the winding roads to hidden beaches, the people, and Mittens. Mittens greeted us on our very first morning by joining us for breakfast. She would later join us for pretty much every meal or drink consumed at the hotel. Mittens is expecting a litter of kittens and is most likely due any day now – Oh, did I mention that Mittens is a cat? We have dubbed her our holiday-cat, and she is a precious one.
Even if we did not get all the sun and warmth we hoped for, we had a great holiday. Loads of memories and stories for family and friends are coming home with us.
If you ever consider traveling to the Greek islands I can assure you that will not regret choosing Korfu, especially if you enjoy some hiking and spending time in nature.





The Traveling Zookeeper

Seeing the world and experiencing other cultures is bound to impact you in some way. The next month I will be experiencing at least three different cultures. It is time for Ranger Joe to do some traveling!

There is no better way to learn about life than to see the world.



Tomorrow I will be heading south. My girl and I will be visiting my in laws to celebrate their 25th anniversary in the Netherlands. Not everyone manages to keep a marriage going that long today, so there is no surprise that I am proud of Petra and Ron. Gefeliciteerd!
But what kind of a holiday would it be if I did not visit another park? We cannot have that. I am going to Ouwehands Zoo in Rhenen to visit my colleague Dirk-Jan van der Kolk who is the zoological manager there. He has promised me a behind the scenes peek at one of the most rewarded and acknowledged zoos in all of Europe. I believe it is in its place for me to be slightly excited about that. And to get myself there, my loving schoonmoeder (mother ln law) has let me borrow her car. Did I mention that my other family is pretty rad too?

My plans are also to buy some t-shirts. Apparently my favorite t-shirts with animal prits are no longer wearable. After going through my t-shirt drawer I realized that I basically have four decent shirts left. No need to tell you that I am not a big shopper.


Snake Island

After seeing my in laws for a few days I am heading to the beautiful island of Korfu in Greece. Eight days in the Mediterranean. Filled with sun, shorts and diving. I am in need of a little break from work and mountain life, so I packed a suiting book to read while I am relaxing.


Of course I am bringing some proper literature! I need to boost my crocodile knowledge now that we have a crocodile land at the park.
Hopefully I will be able to persuade my girl to join me in a little herping session as well. According to sources online there should be pretty good conditions for some herping on Korfu. And one of the most venomous snakes in Europe, the Horn Nosed Viper (Vipera ammodytes), is supposed to be found on the island. No touch. Only capture “on film”. Other than the Horn Nosed Viper there should also be good possibilities to see some other – less dangerous -species of snakes as well, especially since their breeding season is ending soon and baby snakes should be emerging.
I have not yet google’ed my way to a park I wanna vistit at Korfu, but I promise to bring an update on that matter.
So my fingers are crossed for sun, snakes and sand in my crack.

Hello South Africa and Kruger National Park!

Ranger Joe is going to Africa! Just ten days after I return from my holiday I will be traveling to South Africa to attend the 24th biannual Working Meeting of the IUCN Crocodile Specialist Group. A collection of the best and brightest in crocodile research and management will be meeting in Skukuza, South Africa, to present and discuss recent trends in crocodile conservation and research. Amongst all these heroes of conservation you will be finding me.
It all started with me looking for a master’s assignment in biology working on crocodiles after my exchange to Australia. Some on and off correspondence with the chair of the IUCN CSG, then me asking if there was any way for me to volunteer all the way from Norway. I understand that working with crocs in a land that is frozen half of the year is a long shot, but hey, if you want it you need to grab it. Then one day I got an email where he invited me to fly down to Kruger national park to join their meeting and workshops.
So here I am. Just booked my tickets, and reading like crazy about crocodiles. Maybe one day my dream about a master’sin crocodile genetics will come true!

If I am lucky I will also have some time for a safari. I would love to have the chance to see a few of the big five. I even prematurely bought myself a new Sigma 150-500mm lense for the DSLR. That I am excited is a huge understatement. I actually cannot remember looking forward to anything as much as I am looking forward to attending this event!




My guess is that my nex few posts will be a few holiday posts with an update and some pictures. I will try my best to provide my readers with some exciting news and pictures of some cool animals as I travel around.

Until next time!




When Bacon moved in

The past few weeks just flew by. I did not even have time to be bored. Not even once!


“Do you dare hold a snake?”

I am a huge fan of having some time to be bored. Whether it is over a boring task, or just for some time to think, I need some down time to function. It is not like I love to be lazy, not at all. I spend my down time relaxing, thinking and planning (not that my plans are all that magnificent due to my “private down time”), trying to figure out…. Well, stuff..
But the last few weeks just disappeared, and that means that I have not been thinking for a full week, barely functioning.

Living with royalty

As I am writing I am also looking at a pig who is cuddling up against my heater. Yes, a pig. His name is Bacon – or to be exact – Sir Francis Bacon. He is a miniature pig who belongs to my colleague. When she went on a holiday I became the dad of a three-month old miniature vacuum cleaner. All day he walks around with his nose to the ground, picking up whatever the real vacuum cleaner missed.
What I have learned from this experience? You need a lot of patience if you want to get a pet pig. House training a pig is quite a challenge, these guys are some stubborn little bastards. He will look you straight in the eye and make unload a puddle of pee capable of drowning a medium sized city. Then he will stand back and  watch as you clean it up. And cleaning up pee seems to be my main task this week. With someone the size of an American football who pees quantities only matched by the Victoria falls, the paper towls are applied in an unsustainable rate.
He pees a bit more on the floor, plays a bit with his ball, and the keels over next to the heater for a nap. Being a piggy parent is hard work, but usually very delightful.
No day is never the same when you work in a zoo!

To school or not to school?

Last week we had performance and development discussions at the zoo. After my chat with the coordinator at the park I started thinking about ways to develop my career and my skill set. Now I am back to researching my options for further studies. I would like to find a relevant study which I can do while I work at the zoo. A proper online study or a study that requires me to do most of the work from home would be perfect.
Then there is the field of study. Should I do economics? Or management? Or communications? Or more biology? Conservation maybe?
No matter what I land on, I want it to be relevant for me and my future career. No matter what I decide on, I want to contribute to helping animals in some way. Some people who I call my friends tell me that the best way for me to help the animals is to stop talking to them, like I am some kind of maniac…
I guess I have some thinking to do.

Now the laws just have to change

Getting reptiles at the park has been a dream come true.
My story with reptiles has been as follows; I loved them as a kid. I knew loads of species by common and scientific name, I knew where they lived, what they ate, and how the functioned. Then I grew up and became deathly afraid of them. Seeing them as the creepiest and scariest animals out there. When I actually became an adult – which is often under discussion – I found back to some of my childhood fascination for these magnificent animals.
After working with them for a few weeks I cannot stop myself from wanting reptiles as pets. Too bad they are illegal in Norway… Oh yes…
In 1977 a law was passed that banned reptiles as pets in Norway. The fear of ecological disaster and poor animal welfare are key arguments for maintaining the law. The enthusiasts on the other hand, are working hard to re-legalize reptiles as pets. My own position on the matter is colored by the fact that I am fascinated by snakes ad reptiles. I want them to be legalized so that I can keep them myself. Monitor lizards and corn snakes has to be the most perfect animals to keep.

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But for now I have the pig. And a girlfriend who is not snake compatible. I managed her to get used to living with a filthy zookeper though, so I am clinging to a hope that she will warm up to reptiles one day as well.

Until I decide to write again… Cheers


PS: I am considering writing a “species of the week” column. It is not a promise, but it would help me update a bit more often 🙂

Life of a zookeeper

It is dark. The wind is howling and wet snow is whipping against a face. The rumbling sound of a quad breaks the morning silence. Large blue buckets filled with vegetables and grains rattle against each other in a metal bin attached on the front of the quad.
A squeal can be heard in the distance. Two large hairy creatures are eagerly waiting in the distance.
The sound of the quad dies down and she squealing intensifies. The Hungarian woolen pigs are a noble breed of – well, wooly pigs. Selma and Ulla (Wooly) greets the zookeeper and their breakfast with childish enthusiasm.
No matter how harsh the weather is, the feeling of being greeted with cuddles and happy squeals makes any day a sunny one.
This is a day in the life of a zookeeper.


The Zookeeper

I imagine that no matter which zookeeper you follow for a day – at least a good one –  would say somewhat the same thing; “I’m not doing it for the money, I am doing it for the animals.”
Zookeepers are a special breed of humans. They are the ones that get up early, skipping breakfast to feed others. The ones who shower when the day is done, not when it starts. A breed of humans where no one is bothered when the lunchtime conversation steers toward the texture of today’s animal poop.
Few zookeepers become rich. That is kind of a lie though. Because although zookeepers generally do not make a lot of money, they earn quantities of life points. When I say life points, I mean experiences. Zookeepers get to experience the responsibility of caring for another life. They often get to work with species most people will never ever see with their own eyes. They get to talk to people and communicate their own passion for animals and nature. My favorite part of the job is to watch when a child connects with an animal, watch as their fear of handling a snake turns in to enthusiasm, or see a child smile as the moose willingly grabs a carrot from their little hands. That is when I realize how much I love my job.

No two days are ever the same

If you ever get to experience a day as a zookeeper there is no one you can turn to who can tell you exactly how your day is going to turn out. But there are some general routines that follow the job.
I will take you through a day in my life as a zookeeper.
At the park where I work we always start our day with a morning meeting. Here we discuss the daily tasks, employee issues and keep everyone up to date on the state of our resident animals. After the daily tasks have been distributed we all go to work. First on the agenda is always to check our vehicles and equipment to make sure that there is nothing wrong with them, and that they are safe. Then we start our main task which is bringing the animals their breakfast.

While feeding the animals we also check their physical and mental state. Checking their body language, their physical attributes, and their mood. We spend some time with the animals where we socialize and train them. Mental stimuli are one of the key tasks a zookeeper has when working with the animals. Keeping animals is more than just feeding them and shoveling poop – even though shoveling poop is quite time consuming daily task – making sure the animals are thriving mentally as well is as important as feeding them.

After breakfast we start preparing their next meal. Some animals eat several times a day, others only feed a few times a week.

When the park opens for visitors, the zookeepers enter a new role. We are no longer animal waiters, now we also double as entertainers. We have a series of daily talks and shows for the audience. Being a zookeeper gives you a chance of reaching out to an audience of young and old with your own passion for animals. The tricky part is to actually spread that enthusiasm. Whenever I speak to the audience I imagine myself as a virus. A virus with a goal. And the goal is to infect every host cell with enthusiasm and love for the wonders of the natural world.

When the park closes and the visitors head out through the same doors they entered earlier in the day, the zookeepers still work.
We make sure all the animals have everything they need, we talk to them for a bit, and then we leave them alone to do whatever animals do at night.

Work never really feels like work

If you would ever ask me how work was, I would usually give a response in the line of “Did not really work. I cuddle and feed animals, then I talk to people, two of my favorite tasks. I can’t really call that work.”.
This job is right up my alley. I love that I have a job where I can spend time outdoors and close to animals, I get to spread my knowledge and enthusiasm, and I have a job that is somewhat related to my education – a rare thing for biology bachelors in Norway. Sometimes I am actually baffled that someone pays me to do this. I get payed – not millions, but I get payed – to do what I love. I am one of those weird people who can settle for a comfortable life as long as I get to do the thing I love. I do not need millions in my account – although… – I do not need a mansion in the city, what I need is food on my table, something to write on, someone to speak with, and animals in my life. Right now I have all of those AND I live in a cabin in the mountains a hundred yards from the entrance to the zoo. Lucky man!

My advice to anyone considering a career in zookeeping is this; Do not think for a second that all we do is cuddle animals (even if I might have lead you on that path), running a zoo is hard work, every day of the year. Christmas morning? Out shoveling poop. New year’s eve? Carrying sacks of grain and food. Your birthday? Watching over the animals. How about a nice long summer holiday? Nah, that is high season and all hands on deck in this business.
This job is hard work with walking, jumping, lifting, speaking, and all sorts of activities. It WILL leave you physically and emotionally drained from time to time. But for the ones who are cut out to do this, there is no better job.

If you ever get the option of working in a zoo, I would definitely say “Go for it”



The Price of Extinction

What are the going rates on the destruction of our planet? When you look in to it you realize that it is quite affordable.


There is no secret that I love my jobs. I am one of the lucky ones that have gotten a chance in life to make a living out of my passion(s).
I have no intention to leave this world a rich man. No matter where you end up, you cannot bring monetary wealth with you anyway.
My goal is therefor to make an impact on the world around me. I want to contribute to the conservation of nature by sharing my passion for the living world around us to everyone I meet. I hope that I can convince a few people to make more eco-friendly choices in their life through my blog, my teaching and my public speaking.
This blog was inspired by a lot of articles I have read lately about the costs and prices of natural goods and recourses used by the developed countries.
I hope that this post manages to shine a light on some of the issues that I care about, and that someone out there gets inspired to take a stand against the systematic destruction of our planet.


Swimming towards the edge

Ranging from 50$ to well over 100$ per bowl. Shark fin sup is a pricey dish made out of one part fins of a threatened shark and two parts pure evil.
“I get the shark fin part of the soup. But what do you mean when you clain that it contains pure evil?”
Imagine this – A species figures out that eating your arms and legs is delicious. In addition, by boiling your extremities they gain magical powers, like the ability to withstand cancer and other diseases. When they are finished slicing your arms and legs off they will just leave you where they found you. Leave you alive. Alone. With no means to move or eat. Leave you alive, only to die. Slowly.
This is exactly what happens to the sharks. Fishermen with sharp knives haul sharks on board and slice their fins off. When the fins are off they dump the animals over board to die. Sharks need to move through the water to provide their gills with enough water to breathe. That is the only inefficiency of sharks. They cannot pump water effectively enough to breath, unless they move. To move they need fins. Which is on board a South Asian fishing trawler as you read this.
A conservative estimate made by the journal Marine Policy claims that a hundred million sharks are killed by humans, every year. Even if you are a low level hitman you will be able to make a decent living of your chosen career with a demand like that. If your customers were demanding human extremities that is.

You should watch the video below if you have a strong stomach.

Shark fin soup is not the only threat to the global shark population. Cullings, other types of foods, and accidents are also major killers of sharks. If we take a wild guess and say that a tenth of dead/tortured sharks are used for soup, we still murder ten million top predators every year!
I do not know what others think, but I recon that 100$ for about 20 grams of cartilage, is a low price for the destruction of our oceans ecosystems. Remove the sharks, and you will kill life in the oceans.


Sucking mother nature dry

The price of oil is on the rise again. After a huge drop in price, due to an over-production since 2014, the oil producing countries are once again leveling off. Oh no, the gas prices might increase again. But why are we over producing? Why do we not keep the production down and prices high? Every person with half a brain know that if we cut carbon emissions (and other greenhouse gasses and particles) it will have a positive impact on our climate, and ultimately, our planet. Also, if we up the prices, most people would rethink their usage. So, here is a thought. If we keep the price up on oil, maybe, just maybe, we would rethink the use of fossil fuel. Less driving would be good for the environment and our bodies. If we put on a thicker pair of socks when we are indoors, we might be able to cut the use of fossile fuel for heating.
I understand very wel that my countrys economy is depended on oil and gas, and that the sector has had some huge cut backs the last few years, but I cannot help but think that it is all for the greater good.

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I think that a gas price of twice the current price (right around 2$ in Norway at the moment) would be the sweet spot. Pricey enough for people to think twice before driving, but cheap enough for people to sort to their car in an emergency.
Four dollars is nothing really, when we talk about destroying the planet.


Big bucks for bullshit

According to an article in The Atlantic and their sources, one (uno, en, ein, un) kilogram of rhino horn has an estimated price of 100.000 US dollars! Which makes it clock in at 100 dollars per gram.
This makes it allmost three times more costly than the current price of gold (29th of January 2016, 39$ per gram)!
It might seem like this is a lot of cash for something that also grows on you and me. Because Rhino horn is actually made out of keratin. A structural fiberous protein that also makes of hair and nails in humans. But concidering the 55million years long evolutionary history of these structures, it suddenly seems like quite the bargain.
Compare it with something else that increase in value upon aging, like wine, and we get a surprising price difference.


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As of this moment a 750ml bottle of 1959 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits from France retails at about 9000$. This gives us a ml price of 12$.
That gives us a price of about 12cents per ml per year.
NOW, the rhino horn on the other hand will only cost us 0.0000018cents per year if you divide the price of a gram with the 55million years of development.
If we pretend for a moment that one ml of wine is equal to one gram of rhino horn (Since we are alreay dabbing with a bit of artistic freedom), the rhino horn suddenly seems like quite the bargain!


The examples mentioned in this post is far from the only way you can get planetary destruction for a bargain price. You have tigers, pollution, oceanic plastic, acidification of our oceans, orangutans, turtles, pangolins, and the list goes on.
If you have a craving and some (surprisingly little) cash, you can also get in on the mutual destructive fun!

There has been a murder at the park!

There has been a murder at the park. Actually, there are indications of several murders. Every day for years. And for years to come! There is no way to stop these murders. The strange thing about these murders is that the victims are animals from every group of the animal kingdom, but there are very few casualties, if there are any at all.

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A victimless murder

I might never become a crime writer, but I have to say that I am satisfied with my Stephen King-ish intro. If you were not intrigued by that one, you have no sense of curiosity and should just stop reading right now.
If you chose to keep reading you might be thinking “Get to the point, who is getting murdered in the park?”. Actually, no one is dying. I came across an article the other day that mentioned that a group of crows are actually called a murder. I had heard about this a few times before, but this time I figured I needed to figure out WHY they are hanging around in murders.
Crows are very social birds, as well as scavengers and omnivores (they will eat anything). This means that where there is a lot of free food, there will be a lot of crows. During warfare, the battlegrounds are sometimes littered with dead bodies. Or as crows saw it, free lunch. Soldiers have reported battlefields that were covered in black from all the crows and ravens feasting on the dead peers of the soldiers. This has helped maintain the crow as a symbol of death.
Another possible explanation for the name comes from old folklore where people believed that a group of crows would form a crow parliament to decide the faith of one of the members of their murder. People have stated that they have been observing a group of crows gathering in a circle on the ground. Shortly after the chattering resided the crows would gang up on an individual and peck him to death.
I have not been able to figure out exactly where the word originated, but the crows black coloration and weirdly macabre behavior surely explains why the name sticks.

Whenever I walk with food for the animals I am followed by a few murders of crows. And It is quite interesting to see how they stick to their own groups. If there is food left on the ground, members of the different murders will defend their loot as best as they can. There are two distinct murders. I have chosen to cal them… The T-Birds and The Pink Ladies. The T-Birds have the biggest following, and usually wins the food fights. But The Pink Ladies are ballsier, and steal their food from even the largest predators like the bears and lynx (Which might explain why The T-Birds are a larger group).

I know that I will keep a close eye on both murders when I walk through the park. And if I walk in to a parliament, I will gett my ass inside befor they can pass judgement on me.

The things you discover while doing research.

<> at London Zoo on January 8, 2009 in London, England.

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When I did the research for this post I came across a list of names for groups of animals. Some of them like a crash of rhinos, a pride of lions or a destruction of wild cats, are fairly self-explanatory. But others stem from a time when a group could not simply be named a group, it needed something more poetic. Like a jury of ravens, a sleuth of bears, or my personal favorite, a romp of otters.

There are heaps of these beautifully poetic names out there if you found this post interesting. A good place to start might be this list of animals and their group names.



My golden cow(s).

The three inspirational men who influence how I live my life.



There are two things that keep me going whenever I feel like I am about to give up. The first one is my goals. Specific targets I set that I want, need, and must reach. They can be small things like getting out of bed when the first alarm goes off, or eat more veggies. Or they might be huge. Life altering things like befriending influential people, or working towards that job I want. The goals are the little nooks and crannies that I reach for when I climb towards the top.
For me there is not really a top to reach for. There is so far nothing I can think of doing where I might consider to stop working and developing myself. There is not one job in the world (I can think of) where I would be completely satisfied with just doing that one thing every day for the remainder of my life. I cannot imagine becoming static. To me, life is all about the climb. The process of living. Developing skills and character. Making friends, contacts, and a fulfilling life. Doing something that matters to me.

The other thing that keeps me going is people. Specific people who inspire me to do my best whenever I work on something. I may not be the best at everything, but I will work hard on being the best that I can be.
Those inspirational people may be family, friends, or other inspiring people that I admire. I am going to share with you in this blog, my three heroes. The three people who inspire me in my work. Three people who have a special flair, a love for their field, and an aura of knowledge unmatched by anyone else. Your idols might be different, but these are mine.

The Australian: Tim Flannery


Tim Flannery at the 5th World Conference of Science Journalists, 2007. Picture taken from Wikipedia

Timothy Fridtjof Flannery graduated La Trobe University in 1977 with a degree in English before he changed his direction towards environmental science. In 1981 he completed a master’s degree in earth science with Monash University, which further lead him to a doctorate in paleontology from the University of New South Wales in 1984. He earned his doctorate with work on kangaroos, which is pretty cool in itself. Since then Flannery has become one of the best science communicators out there. Working a lot on issues regarding the dangers of climate change.
In 2007 he was named Australian of the year for his work on environmental issues and his effort to convey these challenges to the Australian people.
Why do I look up to a man very few people outside the realm of bioscience (and probably few within those circles as well) even know exist?
If you have read my earlier posts or know me well, you would know that I have completed a bachelor’s in history before my switch to biology. It bothered me for a while that I had studied something I would not keep working with. I studied something of interest, but not something I would make a career of. It felt like I had wasted a good portion of my life on my history degree. Then I was introduced to Mister Flannery. A man who had completely shifted directions, and later named Australian of the year.
The fact that he exists gave me hope for my career, and it inspired me to keep pushing forward. Thanks Tim!

The legend: sir David Attenborough


Probably best known as the BBC documentary voice, Sir David Attenborough is an inspiration to many scientists, naturalists and communicators around the globe. Few, if any, has been able to share the wonders of science to as many people around the globe as this brit. Spreading knowledge and wonder for decades. Sharing with the world what they otherwise would not have seen. The list of programming and other work is way too much to list in a blog post. But, if you are interested in a proper film marathon, pay a visit to his Wikipedia site and check out his filmography. Grab some popcorn and prepare to be amazed!
David Attenborough holds a degree in natural sciences from the University of Cambridge. There he studied geology and zoology, which he has been interested in since childhood. He started his broadcasting career already in 1952, and has been active with the BBC and as a freelance producer/writer ever since. In 1985 he was knighted for his service to British broadcasting. Pretty good for someone trained in natural sciences! In June 2013 he had a peacemaker fitted, and when the Guardian asked about his work load after the surgery, he replied; “If I was earning my money by hewing coal I would be very glad indeed to stop. But I’m not. I’m swanning round the world looking at the most fabulously interesting things. Such good fortune.” –That is one badass brit!
What inspires me about sir David Attenborough is his relentless strive to create accurate and educational broadcasts. The fact that you can choose a documentary on Netflix, hear his voice, and immediately be assured that this is top-notch television and information.
The fact that he was one of the pioneers in warning the public about man made ecological disaster, does also tip the scale in his favor.
What a man!

The super scientist: Neil deGrasse Tyson


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Looking at his tie, you might have already guessed that he is not a biologist. Meet Neil deGrasse Tyson. The astrophysicist wo makes physics and science fun and accessible. Probably the best public speaker I know, in any field. Period!
His knowledge is only matched by his enthusiasm for anything he might be talking about. This man can talk about pretty much any scientific field, as well as art, music and social issues. Anything he touches seems to turn to gold.
Recently he re-launched the series “Cosmos” together with Seth MacFarlane, the father of Family Guy and American Dad.  He has done everything from hosting countless of scientific symposiums, starred in television series, done public speaking, and even done movie cameos.
It is very hard to explain what makes this man so inspirational, so I am solving that with this short video (it is worth spending three minutes watching this):

I told you it was worth it!

There are a few more people who inspire me to do my best and/or try new things. Other people I look up to, family, friends, potential enemies. But if I tried to fit all my inspirations here, I might as well start a blog series or write a book.

Until next time