Here’s the thing though – and you knew this was coming – if there are too many elk, nature – which can be so precious at times – revolts.
Just like when a neighbour gets obsessive compulsive about their lawn and mows it every day, there isn’t enough time for new life to take seed. Nothing grows, diversity is lost and you basically end up with dirt.
Dirt, of course, isn’t that superpower soil – it’s just a dusty wasteland. And, also, no one likes a wasteland.
To prevent elk from turning this into this, they get a little help from their friends.
Friends? Well, frenemies might be more accurate.
It’s why this process helps this and this, but also this. You see, when the regulators keep the elk population at just the right levels, their decaying bodies – what’s called carrion – doesn’t just feed other life, it also helps soil breathe and provides the nitrogen for vegetation to grow.
So every bit of a dead elk matters to, well, elk – which is awkward, but don’t tell them. They’re just happy laying around, using their four-part super-stomachs to digest, store and then regurgitate food for a second helping – called cud – before re-digesting their delicious plant-based world.
I mean, who hasn’t said that salad was so good, let me eat it again!