The Golden Mantled Ground Squirrel by Guide Joe Catron  Each
summer urban dwellers arrive in our nations majestic parks eager
to see something grander than pigeons or the occasional sparrow.
Most often their wishes are granted.  Tourists exploring
Alaska’s Fjords National Park aboard small cruisers can be heard
shouting, “Over there! Do you see the Killer Whale?  Wow, its
black and white!” families’, driving through Lamar Valley in
Yellowstone, children might declare “Mom! A buffalo! and it’s
chasing someone” and  along the shores of the San Juan Islands
in Washington the tactile can be observed holding up treasures
from the tide pools and sharing “I found a starfish! Ouch… maybe
it’s a crab?” The excitement is always welcomed, but to the
diehard naturalists the comments are like an off pitch high note
struck by an adolescent boy in a school musical. What is it that
the naturalist is grimacing about; the incorrect use of animal
terms of course.  Our Arctic friend is no longer called the
killer whale, unless y