I recently re-read
a wonderful book,
Wesley the Owl, by Stacey O’Brien. It’s a true story
about a young researcher at Cal Tech, Stacey, who fosters an injured barn owl
from infancy thru his ultimate passing at the ripe old owl age of 19. She writes
lovingly and compellingly of her lifelong relationship with Wesley. It’s full of
love, science, spiritualism, and is just a delightful and memorable
book.
Photo credit
here.
You should go
read it.
Here’s one example of the science part. Although I have a couple
degrees
in Biology, I never quite understood the Northern Spotted Owl issue from the
Pacific northwest. Sure, I knew that logging was threatening this owl and I—of
course—was on the side of the owl, thinking that those who favored logging were
shortsighted and uninformed. But here’s why (from page 164):
Biologists were warning the public that the old-growth forests, a
delicate habitat that can’t be replaced, were disappearing at an alarming rate.
The streams and rivers were silting and warming up, destroying the salmon runs
and the entire ecosystem because of the runoff from clear-cut areas. The apex
predator of these forests, the northern spotted owl, was endangered. When the
apex predator is thriving, then so is the environment. But when the predator is
faltering, biologists know that means the entire system is falling
apart.
Most of the loggers didn’t understand the “canary in the coal
mine” connection and thought the entire issue was about saving the owls, rather
than their habitat. Because the loggers had been told to stop destroying the
ancient forests before the forests were completely gone, they would lose their
livelihoods sooner than if they kept cutting down trees until the entire
ecosystem went extinct. Focusing only on their own livelihoods, they didn’t want
to be told what to do, got angry, and took it out on the owls….
They
didn’t understand—or they just chose not to—and they reminded me of the buffalo
hunters of the nineteenth century determined to hunt down every last animal.
They failed to see that they were going to have to find something else to do
anyway after the last buffalo was gone.
We who run trails and
treasure them can learn a lesson from this analogy. Our areas that are wild and
free are a precious—and finite—resource. Nobody is making any more wilderness.
So that’s why we must fight tooth and nail to preserve what we have, set aside
more threatened areas, and ensure that encroachments from mineral rights,
logging, etc., are not permitted.
This issue is particularly germane here in PA where unrestricted drilling for the gas of the Marcellus shale formation is looming large.
