Category: Deep Thoughts (Page 5 of 6)

Dead Birds

Dead Rock PIgeon

Rock Pigeon, Loyola Law School, Los Angeles, CA

Dead Birds are Hard to Find

According to one estimate, over 13 million birds die every DAY in the United States.  That adds up to 5 billion dead birds a year in the United States. Or, by another measure, it is as many dead birds in two minutes as there have been tweets by Donald Trump while he has been President. Given those numbers, it’s hard to believe that I only occasionally come across a dead bird. 

Dead Barn Owl

Barn Owl, Kenneth Hahn Park, Los Angeles, CA

 

Dead American Coot

American Coot, Ballona Freshwater Marsh, Los Angeles, CA

Where do all these millions of dead birds go? My guess is that a big number are eaten by cats or dogs or coyotes or hawks. If they’re killed by predation, then it’s no surprise we don’t find them. Take the House Finch in this Cooper’s Hawk’s talons – if I’d walked by 10 minutes later, there’d likely have been no dead bird to find. 

Coopers Hawk with House Finch

House Finch, Ballona Freshwater Marsh, Los Angeles, CA

It also seems likely that most birds don’t die on roads, sidewalks, or hiking trails, where we’re likely to see them. Instead, they die in the brush, off the path, or in lakes and rivers. And scavengers and insects probably make quick work of the bodies, further reducing the chance that we stumble upon a carcass.

Dead Great Horned Owl

Great Horned Owl, Highway 24, Sevier County, Utah

 

Race and Birding

Birding went viral last week in New York’s Central Park, when a white woman called the police, falsely claiming that a Black man with binoculars was threatening her life. That man turned out to be a well-known NYC birder named Christian Cooper, whose joy for birding can be seen in the delightful documentary movie Birders: The Central Park Effect. The woman’s behavior was despicable, a paradigmatic example of American racism. And it showed us (once again) that Black folks are subject to ugly behavior everywhere they go, including on walks in nature.

As a white birder, I live the flip-side: white privilege. I do a bunch of my birding solo, and have hopped over fences right past no trespassing signs, and walked around residential neighborhoods I didn’t live in (always with binoculars) many times. I don’t expect to have my presence questioned – though I understand why men peering through binoculars into the trees in a residential area might be confused for perverts peering into second-story bedroom windows. The rare times when my presence is questioned, I don’t worry for a second that the encounter will go bad, and it never has. I’m harmless, and more importantly, people view me as harmless.

Spurred by the Central Park incident, and hoping to prompt honest conversations, highlight the diversity amongst naturalists that already exists and promote more in the white-dominated world of birding, a group has designated this week as Black Birders Week. There’s a great article about it here. There are events on Twitter all week. Follow the hashtag #BlackBirdersWeek and #BlackInNature. 

#BlackBirdersWeek

Going forward, let’s all do what we can to promote nature and birding as a diverse and welcoming space. Any nerd can be a birder, and the more the better.

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