"To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival."—Wendell Berry
As some folks know, my nature-loving self was pretty excited to realize peregrine falcons weren't only off the Endangered Species list, they were nesting right in my backyard. One of the great things about life is seeing how things develop and turn out over time (especially when things go well) and this was a great example: a population of a bird species rendered near-extinct by the use of dangerous pesticide had — over the course of several decades through the efforts of a team of committed people— been painstakingly recovered. But much like the paradoxal information about wolf populations in Wyoming I recently posted — it's now possible to hunt the once endangered, now recovered-but-still-tenuous animal — federal officials are no longer permitting rescues (by qualified ready-to-assist biologists) of peregrine chicks who fall from their nests into the San Francisco Bay, even though the peregrine is still a 'protected' species. Huhh?
Evidently this is a 'local decision' by wildlife officials, but foreboding if one looks at the record of recent treatment of once-endangered animals. If you're like me and prefer to live in a world with wildlife left in it, and don't really see the sense in this decision, please write your protest to