THE FIGHT TO SAVE THE FLORIDA GRASSHOPPER SPARROW INSPIRES ALL WHO
LOVE WILDLIFE.
BY TED WILLIAMS
Published: March-April 2013
Predawn, April 8, 2012: Cold and stiff, I crawl out
of my tent in Kissimmee Prairie Preserve
State Park —a wilderness island in the
sea of asphalt, cement, and drained agricultural land that is south-central Florida . The
International Space Station, brighter than the morning star, sweeps across the
Milky Way. And far to the west a ragged line of cabbage palms and live oaks is
backlit by the nearly full moon. The birds we’re after sing in the early
morning, so we need to get moving.
Three hours later, what birders who aren’t fast enough
with their field glasses would call an LBJ (little brown job) is in my right
hand. Instructed by biologists Paul Miller of the Florida Department of
Environmental Protection and Sandra Sneckenberger of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife
Service, I have him in the “photographer’s grip”—his legs between my middle
finger and pointer, my thumb against his bent knees. His tail is short, his
breast buff, his back dark gray and streaked with brown. There’s a splash of
yellow at the wing joint, ochre stripes over his eyes. From a distance he
hadn’t looked like much. Now I can see that he’s gorgeous.
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