Hey Folks,
As I don’t have anything new to post from the Skolai Trip I did last week, I’ll post a few more Muskox.
This young calf was hanging around with his mom and the herd one afternoon, and it took quite a while before I got a decent opportunity to shoot a portrait of the calf. Muskox really protect their young well, mostly by hiding the calves behind the adults, and often keeping them in the thicker brush. Finally this calf ran out in the open, stopped and looked back, and I took this photo. You can see the Mosquitoes were plentiful up in the arctic this summer.
What makes a baby muskox so incredibly cute is that they look like a cross between a miniature bison and a very grumpy, overgrown rug. Those tiny, stubby horns haven’t quite formed yet, so they just have these fuzzy little nubs on their heads while they try to figure out how to be intimidating. A baby muskox spends most of its time in a state of high-speed play, darting between the legs of the adults like a hairy little pinball. It is a hilarious contrast to see a frantic, fluffy calf bouncing around a group of adults that are essentially unmoving boulders of muscle and fur.
Despite the cuteness, life for a baby muskox on the coastal plain is serious business. They are born into one of the harshest environments on the planet, often arriving while there is still plenty of snow on the ground. To survive, the baby muskox relies on a specialized layer of underwool called qiviut. It is one of the warmest and finest natural fibers in existence, and even these calves are packed into a dense coat of it from day one. This insulation is what allows them to withstand the brutal arctic winds that would freeze most other newborns solid in minutes.
The social structure of the herd is the ultimate insurance policy for every baby muskox. When a predator like a wolf or a grizzly bear shows up, the adults don’t run. Instead, they form a defensive circle with their massive heads and horns facing outward, tucking each baby muskox safely into the middle of the huddle. Watching a calf peek out from behind a literal wall of thick fur and sharp horns gives you a real appreciation for their survival strategy. They might be the cutest animals in the north, but they are born into a world that is anything but soft.
Muskox photos.
Cheers
Carl