{"id":1109,"date":"2010-06-15T23:54:23","date_gmt":"2010-06-16T05:54:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.80acresonline.org\/blog\/?p=1109"},"modified":"2010-06-16T10:33:06","modified_gmt":"2010-06-16T16:33:06","slug":"migration-and-pollution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.80acresonline.org\/blog\/?p=1109","title":{"rendered":"Migration and Pollution"},"content":{"rendered":"

Although we are over two-hundred straight-line miles from the Gulf, we are smack dab in the middle of the Central Flyway, by which birds pass north and south from their breeding grounds to their wintering grounds.\u00a0\u00a0 So with the first news of the oil gusher in the Gulf, my thoughts leaped past the wildlife present to be damaged by the oil immediately, to those who would be arriving from the north–exhausted and hungry–to find their migration stopovers and their wintering grounds untenable.<\/p>\n

I\u00a0 remember the public contributions to saving the whooping crane back when I was a kid living in extreme South Texas.\u00a0\u00a0 We had little cards (like those in some coin collectors’ books) that we filled with pennies, and sent in to help establish a refuge on the Texas Gulf Coast.\u00a0 Every year we heard how many whoopers were left–the number dwindled…then bottomed out…then began to climb, one by one.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Those cranes–which most of us never saw, as they didn’t fly over us, but to the coastal marshes–were in a sense our <\/em>cranes.\u00a0 As the numbers climbed, we knew our contributions had helped.<\/p>\n

Putting my pennies in those cardboard forms–collecting milk bottle tops and other items to earn money for the cranes–was my first awareness of citizen involvement in conservation, preservation, wildlife issues.<\/p>\n

We don’t see the cranes fly over us here in Central Texas until late October through mid-November, most years.\u00a0 Mostly it’s sandhills, great long skeins of them, filling the air with their calls.\u00a0 Once (when I had no camera with me, of course) a sandhill flock had eight whooping cranes flying in a cluster on its margin.\u00a0\u00a0 Larger than the others, wheeling in their own tight little group when the larger flock wheeled to find and rise on a thermal…the first whoopers I had ever actually seen.\u00a0 And one spring migration, a single whooper decided that a stock pond only a few miles away was a good place to rest and clean out the frog population.\u00a0 I saw that one, too, driving back from a visit to my husband’s mother–saw it gleaming white in the dusk, huge and rare.<\/p>\n

Sandhills and whoopers winter along the coast, feeding in marshes and farmland that used to be marshes.\u00a0 In a good year (the last two years have not been good)\u00a0 they feed on invertebrates–crabs, for instance–with high nutritional value and face the spring migration to their breeding grounds in good shape.\u00a0 In a year that’s bad for young blue crabs, they eat whatever they can find–often not enough.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Besides cranes, geese and ducks and shorebirds and songbirds and raptors all flow south, funneling into Texas from any northern point east of the Rockies (some who “should” take the eastern flyway take the central instead) and concentrate along the Gulf Coast–some to winter there, some to make their way farther south.<\/p>\n

For some people,\u00a0 fall begins with leaves falling from the trees.\u00a0 For me, it begins with the first southward migrants, no matter that it’s still summer here (and will be for two months more.)\u00a0\u00a0 I’ve photographed songbird migrants in August.\u00a0 \u00a0 Fall just began this year, before summer even arrived. \u00a0 A radio-transmitter-marked long-billed curlew left its breeding grounds in Nebraska June 13 and as of the 13th was in Gray County, Texas. \u00a0\u00a0 Now.\u00a0 Before the summer solstice.<\/p>\n

Last winter, “Bailey” wintered just across the border into Mexico, utilizing coastal marshes and feeding at the edge of the Gulf at low tide. \u00a0 The Nebraska Long-billed Curlew Satellite Tracking Project<\/a> attached transmitters to two female curlews, but “Sandy” disappeared from the trace last October.\u00a0\u00a0 Why is Bailey back so early?\u00a0\u00a0 Did she breed?\u00a0\u00a0 (Did the antenna sticking out of her back act like a pocket protector full of technical pens–did the male curlews think she was nerdy?)\u00a0 Did she lay?\u00a0 Were the eggs fertile?\u00a0 Are there young curlews?\u00a0\u00a0 We don’t know that.\u00a0 We don’t know nearly enough about the lives of migratory birds.<\/p>\n

But one thing we do know is that Bailey and other long-billed curlews will be returning to the Gulf Coast.\u00a0 Behind them, one species after another and several together, will come the hundreds of species and tens of thousands of birds that have been flying that route for millenia.\u00a0\u00a0 The shorebirds and the waterbirds, the songbirds and the raptors.\u00a0 And the shorebirds and waterbirds will come to the beaches, the long sandy stretches where they can find the little shellfish they pluck from the waves…and to the salt and brackish and freshwater marshes.<\/p>\n

Year after year they’ve come, and year after year humans have destroyed their habitat with construction and diversion and draining and filling and damming of rivers that used to flush the estuaries and bays with fresh water.\u00a0\u00a0 Our human trash–our sewage, our agricultural runoff, our fishing lines and nets and old tires and 50 gallon drums with residues of everything toxic, our boxes and newspapers and dirty diapers and medical waste and on and on now litters every beach, is caught here and there in the marsh vegetation every high tide.\u00a0\u00a0 It comes down the rivers…it floats ashore from ships and drilling platforms.<\/p>\n

But the birds always come.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Too high to see, often, over our place, but easy to hear if you’re outdoors.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Going back and forth to college on the bus, I saw them twice a year, the huge flocks rising off the coastal prairies, prairies now become housing developments and industrial complexes. \u00a0 They come back, they forage for whatever they can find whether it’s healthy food for them or not, and they fly away in early spring. \u00a0\u00a0 They’re only birds, after all.\u00a0 They can fly only a few hundred miles a day, not an hour.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They don’t understand that some humans care about their survival and others say “Let evolution take its course” when what they mean is “It would cost too much to save them and they’re in our way.”<\/p>\n

The thing about bird migrations that have been in place for ten thousand or more years is that you can’t explain anything to the birds.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You can’t say to the blue geese, the snow geese “The Gulf’s not safe this year–go somewhere else. ”\u00a0\u00a0 You can’t say “Stay way from the coast and the marshes and we’ll give you some corn over here instead.”\u00a0\u00a0 You can’t tell the last stubborn survivors of the once vast flocks of whooping cranes that they must not go to the coast…that they must not eat what lives in those marshes because even if the crabs and snails are alive…they’re toxic.<\/p>\n

So the cranes will come, and the cranes–at least some of them and quite possibly all the remainder–will die.\u00a0\u00a0 It’s certainly not the first species we’ve killed off, and it certainly won’t be the last.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And some people will say “At least we’ve got pictures” or “People are more important than any damned bird.”\u00a0\u00a0 People who have given up reality to live through their television sets.\u00a0\u00a0 But.\u00a0\u00a0 But I have seen whooping cranes in the air, and sandhill cranes, and the clouds of snow geese rising from the ground.\u00a0 I’ve heard them.<\/p>\n

In A Man for All Seasons<\/em>, a play about Sir Thomas More,\u00a0 he is betrayed by a man he had known a long time–a grasping climber–and the man does it to gain political advantage and personal wealth, an appointment in Wales.\u00a0 More quotes the Bible “What will it profit a man to give up his immortal soul for the whole world” and then says “But for Wales,<\/em> Richard!?”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This came into my head when I read that the long-billed curlew is already back in Texas and remembered the abundance of coastal wildlife–not just those that breed here,\u00a0 but the great crowd of migrants and winter residents.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And the whooping cranes.<\/p>\n

We may lose it all–the fish in the sea, the crabs and the shrimp and the oysters once so abundant, the birds on the shores and in the bays and estuaries and marshes.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “And for oil<\/em>, people!”<\/p>\n

Well, no, maybe not just for the oil.\u00a0 For convenience, for comfort, for all the new materials made of petrochemicals…but most of all, for money.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the clouds and skeins of wings are gone from the spring and autumn winds, and the calls of the wild geese and the cranes no longer lift eyes to see them against the blue which is far less blue…we’re left with paper…which an artist can fold into paper cranes that do not fly, and do not call.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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