Last July when the government stuck their fingers into car sales we bought one of those gas/electric hybrids as a companion for an aging sedan. It was the beginning of a love affair.
To celebrate its first birthday we took it to the outer banks of North Carolina. It wasn’t its first time in North Carolina. In fact in its first year it visited 29 states. All but Rhode Island were intentional. We missed a turn in Massachusetts.
While near the outer banks we saw more black bear than bikinis. I’ll admit, we did not spend a lot time at the beach. Just enough time to find three or four birds that favor the ocean shore. There may have been several more shorebirds that could have been found there if we had lingered.
Instead we spent time off the shore at distances ranging from several hundred yards to maybe 15 miles. We visited Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge of course but also found a jewel in Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge.
Pea Island is the normal stop for wildlife in that area. The parking lot near the main hiking trail was full. On the other hand at Alligator, in about six hours, we met maybe five cars that weren’t refuge employees. That’s were we had a wonderful viewing of the bears, including a mother with two cubs.
Deeper in their wilderness there are management programs to foster a population of red wolves and an endangered woodpecker. Both seem to be working.
The first six paragraphs here are meant to set the stage for what is really important here. We constantly are bombarded by a seemingly endless string of bad environmental news. I don’t want to downplay that there is much work to be done.
What I am suggesting is that we also celebrate the progress that had been made on the environmental front. I could be talking about federal, state or local government action. Or the many private organizations working on all levels. Or individuals who let their lives and landscapes be guided by environmental concerns.
Across the country the feds have created over 500 National wildlife refuges. In the past year we have visited about 30 of them. All were well done and with one or multiple targets of land, animal or habitat protection or rehabilitation. Most of their visitor’s centers were staffed by local volunteers.
Last week’s paper told of the efforts of a local group. How many fenced streams did you see 20 years ago? Am I seeing some of the poorer farm fields in the early stages of reforestation?
We were in Maine at an Audubon Camp in June. There we met a gentleman who was troubled by the disappearance of certain birds from the islands of coastal Maine. He spent the next 37 years working to restore there presence. We saw a large colony of them on one island and he has success on, I think, six more islands.
Let me digress for a second. It was about 100 years ago that the meat and feather industry was supported by the wholesale slaughter many species now protected. About that time a Christmas tradition was to go out and see how many birds you could shoot. That morphed into the Christmas bird count of which there is one in the Solanco area.
I suspect the real environmental movement has just passed the century mark in age.
All of us were born during the uphill climb. The summit will never be reached but we can all participate and enjoy the climb.