It is interesting to see the many impacts that man and his animals have on the landscape.
The hills above my house are one example of this, aka Santa Teresa County Park. During the period between WW1 and WW2 there was an open pit mercury mine up there in one triangular shaped valley between three hills. This left an unfortunate legacy of contaminated surface water, the Winter rains leached through the heaps of mine tailings from the disturbed ground, and mercury entered the springs and ponds. Then even more unfortunately, with no one thinking of heavy metal contamination, a farmer made those same hills into a dairy farm, and for 40+ years produced milk in the area for human consumption. Sorry, but I can't resist: one of the reasons this state has so many crazy folks is that mercury dementia has been a problem since the days of the Gold Rush. Nowadays all California dairy and produce is tested, but humans unthinkingly consumed mercury-contaminated foods for decades prior to that.
More or less directly above my house.During this period, the feet of the grazing cattle produced parallel furrows in the soil as they munched the grasses over the years. They walked around the sides of the hills and effectively suppressed the native scub oak and other brush via their hooves and massive weight, while their manure fertilized the grasses they consumed. These furrows are still visible, it had been a good 10-15 years since the farm had existed, but when I moved here in '86 the furrows were precisely parallel and wrapped around the hills, giving the county park an appearance of contour plowing on a slope that was obviously far too steep and rocky to be plowed. These furrows slowed water runoff and the nature of the vegetation changed as a result - the semi-arid vegetation was replaced by scrub and grasses, which incidentally endangered several species of insects that depended upon those native plants, primarily smallish pastel blue butterflys. For the last 32 years I have watched the legacy of those dairy cows changing the landscape above.
Area containing the open pit mine and tailings heapsNow those slopes are slowly becoming covered in several types of brush, the legacy of the enhanced water retention due to the furrows, and the soil is thickening and covering the broken rocks of the mine tailings. Groundcovers, lichens, and mosses exist where bare rock was once what you saw. The slowed water runoff has produced an abundance of surface water springs that produce beautiful clear, cold water that is lightly contaminated with mercury. It is not particularly toxic in small amounts, yet the legacy of mercury contamination remains, as I will explain in the next two paragraphs.
Not the park, but an illustration of the changes grazing cattle causes.My morning exercise routine before work was a daily hike up the hill, around a loop of trails, and a return along the drainage ditch. One segment of this was over a section of trail shared by one of the horse trails in the park, which included a spring-fed galvanized horse watering trough. I noticed that a 1/4 inch black plastic tube ran downhill from there, and followed it to several well-disguised marijuana plants, growing on public land and being watered by small drippers. I started watching the area, and recognized one of my neighbors several houses away. I then knocked on his door and quietly explained that he was growing weed in soil that was heavily contaminated with mercury mine tailings, and that consuming such would be dangerous, and that he should be tested for mercury. He ended up getting treated for this for several months. Meanwhile he did not succeed in eliminating his plants in the area, hemp now grows wild there and the park employees regularly suppress the contaminated plants, and there are warning signs posted about mercury contamination.

The former dairy farmhouse is now a park building with displays of native plants and a discussion of the evolving landscape I have been describing. Meanwhile, the park has repeatedly been colonized by the homeless population, who love the grasslands, and pitch tents under the 10' high scrub oak, and gather deadwood for their campfires. These homeless people are absorbing mercury by drinking the water, eating fish from the local ponds, smoke from the campfire wood, and (I do not doubt) from smoking the wild hemp. Every time I respond to my mailbox alarm in the wee morning hours, and I see a figure stumbling down the street, opening mailboxes and casting mail into the streets, it is impossible to tell if he is simply drunk, or suffering from inhaled mercury, that dementia that became known as "Miners Madness" during the Gold Rush days.


The local predators often display symptoms of mercury dementia from eating area game.