Audubon Society Warns Common Birds Disappearing

I’ve long ago lost track of what kind of blog this is supposed to be, but considering how often I post bird pictures I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least mention the Audubon Society’s recent findings that the population of 20 common birds have declined, some dramatically so, as reported by the
Environmental News Network and by
MSNBC

I sometimes fear the Wildlife Refuges I walk have an unnatural concentration of animals because so much of the birds’ natural habitat has been destroyed.

Most people would never notice the decline of many of these birds because they’ve never noticed them in the first place, but the world would be a poorer place without their presence. I’d hate to think that the only place my grandchildren would get to see some of these birds is in my photographs.

Furthermore, I believe the disappearance of species in these numbers is one more indicator of environmental degradation that threatens mankind itself. We may have far more sophisticated ways of measuring environmental damage, but I’m still a great believer in the Canaries-in-the-Coal-Mines method of measuring potential problems.

There are no easy solutions to loss of habitat, but I’ve devoted most of my charitable donations to groups that are working to preserve the environment, and recently I’ve made it a point to subscribe to organizations that notify me when they feel it would be beneficial to write congress. Now I worry that my representatives will dismiss as some sort of crank. But ultimately it is the squeaky wheel that gets oiled, isn’t it?

Ultimately, I believe that organizations like The Nature Conservancy offer the greatest hope of preserving habitat by buying critical areas and either using them for farming or creating preserves. Our local Audubon society also protects critical habitat.

A Cedar Waxwing

Though I ran out of Skye’s supplements several days ago, I have been avoiding the long drive across town to his vet’s office. However, I resolved over the weekend that I would get it today. It so happens that I’ve also been longing for a Gyro sandwich since I haven’t had one since I moved to Tacoma nearly four years ago. I noticed there was a Gyro restaurant on the way home from the vet the last time. So I managed to combine two trips, fulfill an obligation while satisfying my hunger for some good Greek food.

And for good measure I threw in a birding walk to Waughop Lage in Steillacoom as long as I was in the neighborhood. There were fewer ducks than when I was there before, but there were a lot more song birds, even though I heard more songs than I saw birds.

I did manage to get a good picture of a Goldfinch right as I got out of the car, in fact he was so close that several of the closest pictures were out of focus.
I spent the most time, though, taking pictures of a small flock of Cedar Waxwings, who, as usual, weren’t shy about posing for the camera, unlike the much rarer Brown Creeper who insisted on remaining high up the trees and in the shadows.

Still I was more than happy with the pictures of the Cedar Waxwings and consider this shot the best I’ve ever managed to take, despite the ruffled feather on the right wing:

Cedar Waxwing

Some Kind Of Ecstasy Got A Hold On Me

I’ve been relistening (if it isn’t, it should be a word) to my collection of Bruce Cockburn’s songs, a singer I first cited in an October 10, 2001 blog entry about land mines and have mentioned in connection with several other political issues since.

I discovered him when a Portland station, KINK, started playing:

WONDERING WHERE THE LIONS ARE

Sun’s up, uh huh, looks okay
World survives into another day
And I’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Had another dream about lions at the door
They weren’t half as frightening as they were before
But I’m thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and I’ll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

And I’m wondering where the lions are…
Wondering where the lions are…

Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake
Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take
Pointing a finger at eternity
I’m sitting in the middle of this ecstasy

Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
Polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
(Should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

And I’m wondering where the lions are…
I’m wondering where the lions are…

Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
One of these days we’re going to sail away,
going to sail into eternity
some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

And I’m wondering where the lions are…
I’m wondering where the lions are…

While I’m sure it was the music that first got my attention, and still is a major appeal, it’s the lyrics that have kept me coming back to his music.

The question of whether one can justify seeking personal happiness in a world mired in suffering and injustice is not easily resolved. In fact, I’ve previously discussed this theme in reference to Cockburn’s “Lovers in a Dangerous Time.”

Cockburn Project notes that this song was written by Cockburn while visiting Sproat Island on Vancouver Island. It’s a feeling I experience while walking and, more often, hiking in the mountains. Far removed from TV images of American troops fighting in Iraq or people starving in Darfur, too tired to think, immersed in nature’s beauty, it’s easy to “feel like some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me,” which is precisely why I spend so much time outdoors.

It’s probably not entirely coincidental that my old hiking partner and I would often end up in a spiritual discussion while eating or resting on top of a mountain. It’s easy to see why the Romans imagined their gods living on the top of Mt Olympus.