Every year I get deeper and deeper into bird conservation. If you read this blog on a regular bases, you know I am attempting to set up a beach docent program on Jekyll. If we do this will some other beach nesting birds come back to nest on Jekyll. Will this help people appreciate nesting shorebirds? Time will tell.
But how did I get here watching a pair of Wilson's Plovers? Well, that is a question I can answer, my father. He spent 50 years growing trees. He started with the US Forest Service. The service sent him to Mississippi where his job was to persuade cotton farmers to take their tired farm land and put into pine treees. That was his start. At the end he was working to bring back the Red-cockaded Woodpecker. He believed in what he did. He was like a bulldog. It was amazing to see him work. There were good days when people listened and helped. There were bad days when no one listened or cared. He keep his focus right up to the day he died. He believed in what he was doing. I am my father's daughter. I believe we can bring back a small beach nesting bird colony. I believe that we can care. Thanks Dad.
3 comments:
Lydia, what a beautiful tribute to your father! Thanks for sharing it.
Hooray for your Dad! I'm grateful to mine, too. He was just an ordinary man, a plumber by trade, but he instilled his love of the sea in me and now I am a professional science editor, and natural history blogger, passionate about the natural world. One person can make a difference!
It is important to remember those who came before you and helped you, then remember to pass it on. It sounds like you are. Thanks Joy
Post a Comment