I hope that if you follow this blog, it will help convey some sense of wonder of the natural world.
--Chris W, "Sand County", Wisconsin
In this blog, I will post my musings and thoughts about living in WI. This blog is dedicated to Aldo Leopold and I will often include excerpts from the book that is the namesake of this blog.
In this blog, I will post my musings and thoughts about living in WI. This blog is dedicated to Aldo Leopold and I will often include excerpts from the book that is the namesake of this blog. Most of my posts will also follow along the same lines of Leopold's book. Aldo Leopold was a great and influential writer and naturalist. One of my favorite quotes comes from his book, from the section entitled "Sketches here and there". "On the monument to the Passenger Pigeon". He wrote it almost as an epitaph to a species that suffered under the foolishness of mankind. If you do not know the story, I will fill you in.
The passenger pigeon was once the most numerous of birds in N America and probably the most numerous species in the world. There were so many that a single flock often took days to pass over. Wilson himself once saw a single flock estimated to contain over a billion birds. There were so many that they darkened the skies.
The pigeon had two problems, they ate grain and destroyed a farmer's crop, and they were good to eat. In less than 10 years, their population was cut in half. By the 1890s, less than 10 birds remained in the wild. The last wild Passenger Pigeon on the face of this earth, was shot in 1899 at Babcock WI.
After the last wild pigeon was shot, it was only a matter of time before the zoo birds slowly died.
Martha the passenger pigeon, the last of her species, the last of her kind that will ever fly over this earth, died alone at the Cincinnati Zoo on Sept 1, 1914. Approximately 30 years after commercial hunting of these beautiful birds began, the entire population of birds, was wiped off the face of the earth forever.
J. J. Audubon wrote, perhaps prophetically, about the Passenger Pigeon: "When an individual is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and on trying to see it again, the eye searches in vain; the bird is gone."
Never again will a Passenger pigeon be seen flying over the hills and valleys they once roamed. All that is left is a memory, and a monument. Only one pigeon is left, eternally to watch over the days and years. many species will pass, but no pigeons will pass for there are no pigeons save the flightless one, graven in bronze on the monument that sits above the Missisippi river at Wyalusing State Park. Where the Wisconsin and Mississippi rivers meet. Where the pigeons would have made their decision either to go North, or East. Now, we can only imagine what they might have done.
We can only imagine what they must have looked like. Now, none are left alive who have any living memory of the pigeon.
It is truly a memory, and a reminder, that will always be there to remind us of the consequences whenever we think of doing such a thing again.
Many safe travels to you and I hope you enjoy my posts as I attempt to portray living as a naturalist in modern day WI.
--Chris