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The thing that makes this place singular is that it is an edge. The freshwater River of Grass slides south and meets the saltwater of Florida Bay, and temperate North America runs out and goes tropical. Almost everything strange about the Everglades comes from that overlap.

The clearest example: alligators and crocodiles. Gators are freshwater animals, crocs are saltwater and brackish animals, and South Florida is the one spot on the planet where their ranges actually meet. Nowhere else do the two live side by side. If you want to tell them apart, the croc is greyer with a narrow pointed snout and a toothy grin that shows teeth in both jaws; the gator is darker with a broad rounded snout. The American crocodile was down to a few hundred animals in the 1970s and has clawed back well enough to be downlisted from endangered to threatened, which is a genuine win.

Then there is the snake. Burmese pythons are not supposed to be here at all, established from the pet trade, and they have hit the mammals of the park brutally hard. Surveys in the core of the Everglades found raccoons and opossums down around 99 percent, bobcats down sharply, and marsh rabbits essentially gone. A predator with no local checks in a place with no cold snaps to stop it.

The rest of the cast is why people keep fighting for the place. Florida panthers hold on in Big Cypress, back from roughly 20 or 30 animals in the 1990s to a couple hundred today. Manatees work the warm coastal water. And the spoonbills are the pink ones, which get their color from what they eat, and whose nesting success in Florida Bay is one of the measures used to judge whether restoration is actually working.

This is a rough picture pulled from public sightings across the region, not any one spot, so read it as the big picture rather than a place to go find an animal.

Most people assume the wolves you hear about in the lower 48 are reintroduced animals, and almost everywhere that's true. Yellowstone, the northern Rockies, the Southwest, all of those are populations we deliberately brought back after wiping them out. By the middle of the 1900s wolves had been exterminated from essentially the entire contiguous United States.

With one exception: this exact corner of northeastern Minnesota. A few hundred wolves held on in the Superior National Forest and the Boundary Waters through the whole poisoning-and-bounty era, the only breeding wolves left in the lower 48 outside of Isle Royale. They were never gone from here, so they never had to be brought back.

And because they persisted, they became the seed. The wolves that have since spread back into Wisconsin and Michigan trace directly to the ones that survived right here. Minnesota now has around 2,700, the largest wolf population in the country outside Alaska.

The rest of the map is the cast that makes that possible. Moose are the big prey, though the state's moose are having a hard time with warming winters and parasites. Beaver are a surprisingly important summer food, a wolf will genuinely stake out a beaver pond and wait. And the loons are on nearly every lake up here right now with chicks. It's one of the most complete large-mammal communities left anywhere in the lower 48.

This is a rough picture pulled from public sightings across the region, not any one spot, so read it as the big picture rather than a place to go find an animal.

Moose were wiped out of Massachusetts by the early 1800s. Between colonial land-clearing and unregulated hunting, the last ones were gone and stayed gone for the better part of two centuries.

Nobody reintroduced them. As the abandoned farmland grew back into forest through the 1900s, moose simply walked back in on their own, drifting down out of the woods of New Hampshire and Vermont. The first modern residents turned up in the 1980s, and the population has been climbing ever since.

The protected forest around the Quabbin Reservoir turned into the stronghold. It is a huge chunk of undeveloped watershed woods with almost no people in it, which is close to moose paradise in a state as dense as this one. Plot recent sightings and they pile up right along the Quabbin, exactly where you would expect.

Summer is a rough stretch for them though. Moose overheat easily and there is a brain worm carried by deer that hits them hard here at the southern edge of their range, so the long-term future is genuinely uncertain. Worth appreciating them while this quiet comeback holds. The map shows recent sightings

If a slim gray hawk has buzzed your head in Midwest City or Del City this month, that's a Mississippi kite defending a nest - mid-July is exactly when their chicks hatch, and the dives are nearly all bluff (they almost never make contact). The wild part is they were never supposed to be city birds: they were floodplain raptors until the mid-1900s, when they figured out that Plains towns mean big shade trees, endless cicadas, and fewer predators, and central Oklahoma became one of their strongholds. They winter in South America, fly roughly 5,000 miles back to the same neighborhoods - sometimes the same tree - every spring, and the whole family lifts off again by late August. Nearly 600 sightings logged around the metro lately - recent ones below.

If you've walked the Ocean City boardwalk and noticed you're not getting dive-bombed for your funnel cake, thank a falcon. The city uses trained falcons (through a company called East Coast Falcons) to keep the seagulls in check. A bird of prey on patrol is the most effective gull deterrent there is.

Well, in early June one of them, a falcon named Trico, went off the grid. His electronic tracker failed mid-shift and he just... vanished. Weeks went by. Scattered sightings, no luck. His handlers were posting on Facebook trying to find him.

Turns out Trico had upgraded his accommodations. A credentialing specialist at Shore Medical Center noticed an unusually large bird staring in through a 4th-floor window. Staff remembered the missing-falcon post and called the owner. A falconer showed up, went out on a ledge with a whistle and a lure, and Trico flew right to her, reunion complete.

The owner's theory on why he stuck around the hospital is honestly great: shaded ledges, fresh water dripping off the AC condensers, and "plenty of his favorite birds nearby: crows, sparrows, pigeons." Man found a free buffet with a view. He'd apparently put on enough weight during his vacation that he needs a checkup and to slim back down to flying weight before returning to boardwalk duty.

The fun part: the Jersey Shore is genuinely excellent wild falcon country too. Peregrines, the fastest animal on the planet, nest on the towers and bridges up and down the coast, from Cape May through Atlantic City. I mapped the peregrine sightings logged around Ocean City and the shore (attached); there are a lot more of these birds around than people realize. Welcome back, Trico.

Every May, Delaware Bay puts on one of the greatest wildlife shows on Earth, and most of the country has no idea. Under the full moon, hundreds of thousands of horseshoe crabs - animals older than the dinosaurs, basically unchanged for around 445 million years - haul up onto our beaches to spawn and bury billions of tiny green eggs in the sand.

And that feast is timed, almost to the week, with an emergency. Right as the eggs appear, exhausted flocks of shorebirds fall out of the sky - none more famous than the rufa red knot, a bird barely bigger than your fist that's halfway through one of the longest migrations of any animal alive: from the far tip of South America to the Arctic to breed. They land here starving after flying thousands of miles, and they have one job - gorge on horseshoe crab eggs and nearly double their body weight in about two weeks, or they won't survive the last leg north. Delaware Bay is essentially the only gas station on that entire journey. No crabs, no fuel, no red knots.

That's why it matters that we've been hard on the crabs. Decades of overharvest for bait and biomedical use crashed egg densities on the bay, the red knot population fell by roughly 75%, and the rufa red knot is now federally threatened. The bird's fate is chained to a crab most people step right over.

The good news is helping is easy:

- If you find a horseshoe crab flipped onto its back (they strand by the thousands on high tides and cook in the sun), flip it back over - but NEVER pick it up by the tail. That tail (the telson) isn't a handle; it's how they steer and right themselves, and pulling it can injure them. Lift gently by both sides of the shell. The campaign is literally called "Just Flip 'Em."
- Otherwise leave them be. Don't collect them, relocate them, or use them for bait.
- Give the birds room. A flock of migrating shorebirds that gets flushed off the beach burns fat it flew thousands of miles to store - scare them enough times and it's a death sentence. Walk around them, keep dogs leashed and off the beach, and stay out of roped-off areas.
- Want to actually witness it? The state runs volunteer horseshoe crab spawning surveys in spring - a great way to help and see it up close.

The map is red knot and other migratory shorebird sightings logged around the bay - the birds our horseshoe crabs keep alive. The big spawn is a May-into-June thing, so mark your calendar for next spring. It's worth seeing once in your life.

With the news this week about bear sightings picking up on the Northshore, worth remembering which bear this is: the Louisiana black bear, the one Teddy Roosevelt refused to shoot on his 1902 Delta hunt - the moment that gave the world the teddy bear. While the toy conquered the planet, the actual bear nearly vanished; by 1992 it was down to a few hundred animals and on the threatened list. It came all the way back and was delisted in 2016, and now young males are pushing out of the core range looking for new territory - a bear wandering St. Tammany in July is exactly that, a two-year-old on walkabout who can cover 20 miles in a day. Below: the black bears logged around the Northshore lately - that's the frontier of the comeback, a few miles from everybody's backyard. If one comes through your yard: trash in, feeders down, and it'll keep moving.

One of the best signs the Willamette has gotten cleaner: river otters are living right in the city again. People catch them at Oaks Bottom, Ross Island, the Columbia Slough, Smith and Bybee Wetlands, and along the river downtown - sliding around, fishing, and being the most fun animal to spot in the act. They're most active early morning and around dusk. This map shows where they've been turning up around Portland. Keep an eye on the water next time you're near the river.

If you haven't caught on yet: humpback whales feed just off Long Island's beaches every summer now, and late June into July is the peak. They're chasing the huge schools of menhaden - "bunker" - that have boomed since the water got cleaner, and people are watching 40-ton whales breach from Rockaway, Jones Beach, Fire Island, and off the Hamptons, plus the boats out of Montauk and Riverhead. A little deeper you've got fin and minke whales and big pods of dolphins working the same bait. (And when it gets cold it flips - harbor and gray seals haul out at Montauk and Cupsogue through the winter.) This map shows where whales, dolphins, and seals have all been logged around the island. Genuinely one of the best wildlife comebacks in the country, happening right off our beaches.

Elk once ranged all across the Southern Appalachians, but overhunting and habitat loss wiped them out of North Carolina by the mid-1800s. In 2001 the Park Service released 25 elk into the Cataloochee Valley in the Smokies, and the herd took hold. Today wild elk graze the valley at dawn and dusk - bulls bugling through it every fall - the first elk these mountains have seen in a century and a half. And they're just one of dozens of species rebounding out here. Here's a map of what's been spotted around the area lately.