Thursday, March 11, 2010

Extinct... or Not?

There's a lot that I like about The Race to Save the Lord God Bird. And a lot that makes me crazy.

I like the story of the Ivory-billed Woodpecker, a bird that is close to extinction, if, indeed, it still exists. The author, Phillip Hoose, has worked on the staffs of the Nature Conservancy, the Sierra Club, and the Natural Resources Defense Council. He's also a songwriter, a performing musician, and a founding member of the Children's Music Network. Very cool. His writing is thoughtful and compelling.

What makes me crazy, though, is the incredible ignorance. In the late 1800s and into the twentieth century, rare birds were hunted and killed, to be sold to collectors. And "by about 1870... many American women wouldn't think of buying a hat that wasn't topped by at least one long bird feather." "Some of the hat brims were like small tabletops, holding up great heaps of feathers. And it wasn't just feathers: one of the... most admired styles contained the beak, claws, and legs of a dead crow." An ornithologist (one who studies birds) in 1887 walked two blocks in New York City. Frank Chapman counted 700 hats, and 542 had feathers sewn into them.

The Ivory-billed Woodpecker's habitat is practically gone from the earth. Vast old-growth forests in the southern U.S. have been wiped out. The last confirmed sighting was in Cuba in 1987.

I think there's a lot more awareness of the need to protect habitats and species around the globe these days. We know we need the coral reefs and the rain forests. Hoose describes the work of naturalists such as James Tanner, "Doc" Allen, John Baker, and others to give us a documented memory of the Ivory-bill and the race to save it: "Because they wrote down, photographed, and recorded what they did, these activists and scientists left us a good manual for how to fight skillfully and well. Now it's our turn to do all we can to keep other species from sharing the ghostly fate of the Lord God bird."

1 comment :

Khakjaan Wessington said...

Avant-Garde Food Critic [News Poem, March 18, 2010]
“Andrew Wetzler of the Natural Resources Defense Council said the CITES vote is not the end of the story for the bear.
"The ironic thing is that all the countries of the conference acknowledge that global warming is posing a huge challenge for this species," Wetzler said. "When you have a species threatened by global warming, it only makes sense to reduce all the other stresses, including hunting."”
--Deborah Zabarenko, Environment Correspondent Thu Mar 18, 2010 5:30pm EDT

The meat of clones will never do
For palettes fine—refined like mine.
I've tasted polar bear in stew
And eaten baiji cooked in wine.

I never let the people say
I have no use for scarcer fare.
One cannot measure food's dismay
With what I gain: they don't compare.

The hypocrites are shocked I'm sure.
To keep their jobs, they smog with crude.
To keep their false facade secure,
They let machines prepare their food.

I'm keeping nothing, nothing's worth
The effort there, instead I seek
To keep myself well fed. My girth
Is sourced with doom, not death: unique

I'd say. I'd like to try the last taboo
And dine as cannibals once did:
Without remorse, I'd slurp that stew.
By eating youth, become a kid.