Every time I see a reference to a wolverine, I feel this unsettling deficit in my knowledge bank. Biology majors are supposed to have at least a passing familiarity with living items but my brain never remembers what to do with “wolverine.” What the hell is it? It’s like the nasty uncle at Raccoon Thanksgiving. All I do know is that there aren’t that many of them and if you think you’ve seen a wolverine, you probably haven’t, but you might still be in trouble.
So I looked it up. Wolverines are weasels. Real big weasels. The largest terrestrial weasel, in fact, which leads to other questions. Are there airborne weasels? There are not. Evidently they are distinguishing them from the swimming weasels, your otters and your minks, although both have been observed also to scamper on dry land.
One of the best things about your average weasel is it’s tubular. The wolverine is elongated also but its thick fur and diet of Almost Everything tend to ruin its line. The badger also is not tubular so much as trilobite-shaped. Badgers and wolverines both have a reputation for irascibility but probably the smaller weasels come off the same way, if you’re a chipmunk, which you aren’t. The wolverine primarily scavenges its dinner, which is another way of saying it steals it from whoever killed it legit. That would mean you probably have nothing to worry about unless you’re already dead, except that sometimes wolverines take down bison.
Sea otters are larger, and plenty capable of mayhem (do not allow your cocker spaniel to turn its back on one), but they can get away with it on account of being adorable.
The littlest weasel is called the Least Weasel, which seems like piling on. Sure, somebody has to be the least among us, but it’s rude to point it out like that. Taxonomy-wise, however, the little weasel is better off than some birds we could name, such as the intermediate egret or the invisible rail. I’m not even sure how you are supposed to put the invisible rail on your birding life list. For all I know, I’ve already seen it.
Then there’s the Inaccessible Island Rail. What is it with the rails? The Inaccessible Island rail is the smallest living flightless bird and lives exclusively on Inaccessible Island, although someone must have found it. Supposedly this little volcanic island was discovered numerous times but was never boarded and pillaged. Some sailors were able to land on it but were “unable to reach the interior.” The island’s only marketable items are eggs and guano. Perhaps the sailors who did show up to guano-land were simply disinclined to explore further. At any rate being inaccessible to humans is a very good thing for the flora and fauna of any place. No one even cared enough about this island to drop off a single pregnant rat, which would have polished off the rail population in no time.
Inaccessible Island is about midway between the southern tips of Africa and South America—basically, in the middle of nowhere. The only way to get there is to sail there from South Africa and it takes seven days. Nevertheless it was inhabited from 1871-1873 by two Russian brothers, Intermediate and Least Stoltenhoff, who had the bright idea of selling seal meat to passing traders. Unfortunately there weren’t a lot of those (see “nowhere, middle of,” above); they nearly starved to death, and when someone finally offered to take them off the island in 1873, they flopped over trembling at the chance.
To this day nobody has been able to reach the interior. It’s a very steep volcano and no rumors of gold afflict it, so it’s partly a matter of lack of motivation. But it does make you wonder. The Inaccessible Wolverine’s secret is safe with me.
I believe we have some names to consider for the West End bald eaglets (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmmAzrAkKqI): Bob [Boss of the Bowl], Intermediate, and Least (who, despite pipping 3 days after its siblings, is doing well).
My kids are lucky I stopped at two and merely refer to them as Thing 1 and Thing 2, otherwise I’m sure my nicknaming skills would’ve run along those lines.
I’m glad you found a meaning for the wolverine’s adjective “terrestrial”. Otherwise, I’d’ve thought it was tacked on by someone who liked the sound of his own voice (like those who use “different” superfluously).
A-a-a-a-and now you’ll hear it everywhere.
C
Yeah, I’m sure I will, and I’m not sure what you mean–YET! You did remind me that the NYTimes Spelling Bee doesn’t take “PIPPED.”
Quick example: “I called three different times!”
As opposed to three identical times, perhaps? That word is used unnecessarily SO OFTEN!
C
Well, shit, now your crochet is my crochet.
That’s only fair. I can’t stand “crispy” now, thanks to you.
C
Hi Murr:
We’ve got mustelids here in my neck of NJ but as far as I can recollect the only live ones I’ve seen were skunks. I’ve found dead representatives of the minks, weasels and otters, but they’re uncommon. Which means I at least stopped to look at them even if they were flattened to the point of being unrecognizable to anyone other than a roadkill aficionado or a mammalogist.
I collected a freshly dead otter on a cold day in January. Its musk glands had been ruptured and the smell was so strong that even with the body triple sealed in contractor bags, I still needed to drive with all four windows down and I still had to wash all my clothes afterward.
They don’t call them mustelids for nothing!
Rails are one of the birds most likely to become flightless. I’m surprised they ended up on seemingly every isolated island there is, but not that they stayed there and quit flying soon afterwards.
I was collecting salt marsh mud for a benthic colonization project some years ago. I was next to a tidal creek filling buckets when a rail poked its beak out of the Spartina.
It had business on the other side of the creek. It wasn’t much of a creek. I might almost have been capable of hopping across it if I was a decent hopper, which I’m not. But it was deep enough that wading wasn’t an option for me, let alone a bird that a fryer chicken would sneer at.
I figured the rail would deploy its wings and do a hop across the creek. Nope. It proceeded to wade in until it was out of its depth. It did extend its wings then, but used them to row itself across, kinda like a kid with inflatable swimmies.
I was there for awhile with my buckets and that was long enough to see the rail on its return trip. Same mincing performance like me wading into water that’s colder than I care to be dipping into.
Did everyone else mentally fill in “As one does” after “I was collecting salt marsh mud for a benthic colonization project?”
Ha ha!
Yes -of course. Doesn’t one?
Sea Otters are bigger than wolverines? Honestly, the things you tell us, Murr. I do know that wolverines are bigger than either Timmy or Lassie, so there’s your Standard Measurement. Also, Patrick O’Brian claimed there were dozens of islands named Inaccessible (translation: you can’t get there from here) in the 19th Century, mostly in the Southern Latitudes, most of which were likely very guano-rich and smelly. I hope I have contributed significantly to this discussion, ahem.
You know, now that you bring it up, the wolverine might well be the largest terrestrial weasel AND the largest Total Weasel at the same time, so I don’t know.
Wow. Had to look it up, of course. Wolverines are from 17-40 pounds. Sea otters can get up to 100 pounds! WHO THE HELL KNEW? My Boomer dog was only 17 pounds.
Oh, good. Next time I have an opportunity to bet on a wolverine vs. sea otter ticket, I’ll be all set. You do a real service here.
Happily we don’t actually have sea otters around here (NW I mean), these are river otters and they top off at 33 pounds. They are still jerks though. Cute, but jerks. They would definitely take on dogs bigger than Boomer was.
I did not instruct Boomer to not back into a river otter, but that’s only because I didn’t know better, and also she was never very close to an otter.
Boomer’s daughter, Helen, was only 6 lbs, and would have totally been done in by a weasel of any sort.
She could have been taken out by a mole.
I’m going to add “invisible rail” to my life list. No one can prove otherwise.
Right?
I’m sure you saw in the news that a wolverine was sighted near Portland recently, and again soon after. It’s said, by Oregon Fish and Wildlife, to be ‘roaming in search of new territory’…
I for one, would love to see the wolverines move into the Portland area. I think they would ad a welcome mix to the life here.
I saw one in Alaska, decades ago, briefly. It looked at me on snowshoes, and moved away unhurriedly. It left me with a feeling of unease, and I made my back to my vehicle, a few miles away.
Do they eat cats?
With gusto.
The thing I like most about wolverines is that they don’t dither — they simply GO. If a wolverine wants to travel from Point A to Point B, it doesn’t worry about where the easiest path is (mountain pass? river crossing?) It simply travels in a straight line, up and over mountain peaks or down into deep chasms, at a dead run. Wolverine goes where wolverine wants, as fast and directly as possible.
Wolverine lore! Thank you!
The world, Inaccessible Island don’t share wolverines (from what I can Wikipedia). But, other than Inaccessible Island, South Georgia and a few other cold rocks, However there are plenty of weasels (large, small and medium) to go around the livable parts of our planet – and like wolverines, they are rarely seen…until it’s too late.
Thanks for your musings!
I would like a medium to small weasel, please.
I thought you were having us on with the Inaccessible Island, so I looked for it in my little Atlas and of course it wasn’t there, so I went to my BIG Atlas (52 years old) and there it was. A teeny tiny speck way down in the South Orkney Islands region.
And now I know what a Wolverine looks like too.
Y’all don’t have wolverines though. Wasted knowledge.
You lost me when you went off the rails. Here, we are completely surrounded by Wolverines.. I used to be one, in fact, and I can confirm that they are not always so clever as they think and not great sports.But they are definitely both the tallest weasel AND the TOTAL weasel. I much prefer otters.
Okay, they’re amazing, and their fur cannot be topped, but they’re real assholes.
I stood in a field with other birders one hot spring day a few years back, next to a swampy area tall with cattails and surrounded by poison ivy. A rail was hiding in the reeds and calling out. We stood there listening, sweating, itching, feeding the mosquitoes. But we “got” the rail, the little dickens!
It made you pay for it though.
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I know! About wolverines, I mean. The first time I saw one at NW Trek my mind said “wait, what?” My biology studies hadn’t mentioned this thing, only vaguely knew the word. Had to go home and look it up (pre-having a computer in my pocket at all times). And hey, I used to have a pet ferret. Yes it was totally tubular!
Wolverines, though, not so much. So you’ve seen them more than once? You are special.
You and your superb crew have fixed the sour mood I woke up in. Thank you to all!
Love this Jeremy.
One of Franklin Pierce’s few notable achievements was the passing of the Guano Islands Act of 1856. It enabled any citizen of the United States who happened on an unoccupied island covered with guano to claim it for the U.S. If the U.S. approved, that person could also be the one to collect and sell the guano, which used to be a lucrative though smelly business. Several of the islands owned by the U.S. were acquired this way. Guano is not so popular anymore and most of those islands are now aquatic nature preserves. However, the act has never been repealed, so keep a good watch out (or nose out) for an island of your own to claim for your country.
REALLY? Oh I need to look this up.