Invaders of the End of the World


“Have you been to Antarctica?” Sherri asked me at yoga while we were waiting for the class to begin.

I’ve always said we’d go to the Antarctic (or on any other cruise) when Magellan’s cane and my wheelchair were in danger of colliding. But, as Sherri said, you can’t wait until you’re old; you’ve got to be agile to get in and out of those zodiacs for the many land tours that small cruise ships offer.

We haven’t experienced the Antarctic. But we were close. Onboard the Expedition Cruise Stella Australis, our footsteps are on the world’s southernmost point, Cape Horn, between Antarctica and South America. We loved it, despite our youth.

Every day, into the zodiacs we climbed, dressed in a suit of armour against the elements, although the weather resembled Chinook season in Calgary. The zodiacs enabled us to land alongside spectacular glaciers, southern beech forests and historical settlements. And to float near adorable Magellan penguins, a colony of 10,000 of these little butlers, fifty cm in height and weighing only five kilos.

A few days after Sherri’s question, a headline in the National Post catapulted me back to the first day of our Patagonian cruise.

We’d taken a zodiac from Ainsworth Bay to the Marinelli Glacier area, where we split into small groups for a walking tour. Our guide Lorena pointed out Devil’s strawberries (good for constipation), Catelona (its bark prevents scurvy: did Darwin know this when he was here in 1839?) and Nothofagus Antarctica Beech trees, which grow up to forty feet tall in this harsh environment at the southernmost end of the world.

“Anyone here from Canada?” Lorena asked as we came up alongside a pond.

Proudly, Magellan and I piped up a hearty ”yes.” (There were 135 people from 18 countries onboard but we were the only Canucks.)

“I’m sorry to tell you all that we have invaders from Canada that we want to get rid of,” she said.

Lorena explained that the red fox is the only native animal in this area. In 1946, thinking they’d make more money selling beaver furs, Argentina brought in Canada’s national animal. Because the immigrant beavers had no predators, they produced little adrenalin, the chemical required to create their shiny, thick coats of fur. They fattened to a mass of up to 90 kilos, yet their coats were drab and worthless. Worse still, their population grew wildly and spread into Chile. Now 100,000 of them are devastating forests and damming rivers.

To get rid of these rodents, Lorena told us that the two countries had offered the equivalent of the price of a bullet for every beaver tail. (“The 25-cent solution,” as my brother Norm would say.)

Unfortunately, the bounty didn’t work.

Fast forward to the present and the National Post’s headline: “Just in time for Trudeau’s visit, Argentina declares a pitiless war of extermination on the Canadian beaver.” Our sovereign animals will be trapped and then killed with blows to the head, an extermination process the Argentinian government estimates will take fifteen years.

Luckily, the length of the journey and dangerous waters of the Drake Passage have prevented these southern beavers from invading Antarctica. But if you’re in Patagonia, you may want to refrain from showing off our shiny Canadian nickel to the locals.


We trusted the advice of our friends Arlene and Mike when we booked a four-day cruise on the Stella Australis and agree with them that it’s a great way to see this end of the world.

6 Responses

  1. Not sure how the Canadian Beaver, being introduced to an area that is not a natural habitat for them, can be considered a blemish on Canada?
    It’s kind of like the introduction of the rabbit to the the continent of Australia, a huge mistake that continues to this day.
    Beavers are actually considered a pest in Saskatchewan and they can be eliminated at any time, pretty sad for our primary symbol of sovereignty in Canada.
    If they are a problem, by all means control them, if not let them co-exist, in the current day of water shortage concerns, we may just take a lesson from our furry friends.
    “The Maple Leaf Forever”

    1. Lorena was just having a little fun in telling the story. I wonder if Canadians knew, in 1946, that the beaver wouldn’t grow a shiny coat down south without predators?

  2. Great story. Never knew that beavers needed adrenalin for their coats They’re getting to be a bit of a nuisance here too.

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