Merritt Island NWR In Trouble


Okay birders, it's time to rally like cat advocates and work like a hunter. Merritt Island is in trouble (all the photos in this entry are from my trip to Merritt this past January). NASA is proposing that 200 acres of Florida's Merritt Island National Wildlife Sanctuary be taken for use as a private-sector space launch facility:

From the Orlando Sentinel:

Commercial rockets launched from the private pad could be used to transport cargo and astronauts to the international space station, or even take tourists on the ultimate thrill ride.

But the complex, which would cost more than half a billion dollars to build, also could take a toll on fragile wildlife and wetlands in the refuge and surrounding area. And it could close down some of the choice spots for bird-watching, kayaking, fishing and beachcombing.

"There are just a lot of unknowns," said Dorn Whitmore, supervising ranger at the refuge. "It could close most of the refuge to visitors. Half of Mosquito Lagoon could be closed all or part of the time, and parts of Playalinda Beach could be shut down."

About 500 families of endangered scrub-jays and other wildlife such as bald eagles, gopher tortoises and marsh rabbits also could be threatened and their habitat destroyed, Whitmore said.

"We're looking for issues, concerns and information that would help us," said Mario Busacca, the director of planning and special projects in the Environmental Program Office at Kennedy Space Center.

Last year, NASA commissioned a study to evaluate potential sites for hosting the Commercial Vertical Launch Complex on about 200 acres of KSC's 140,000 acres, including the area managed by the refuge. Abandoned launchpads at Cape Canaveral Air Force Station weren't considered because the Air Force, not NASA, owns the property, officials said.

The idea would be to offer the land to private companies to build and operate the complex, which would house two launchpads, a control facility and storage and maintenance buildings. It has been more than 15 years since a launchpad was constructed at the cape, NASA spokesman George Diller said.

Using specific criteria, such as distance from residential areas and risk from hurricane storm surge, a Brevard County engineering firm narrowed 11 possible sites to two: one inside the restricted area of KSC along the Atlantic Coast south of Launch Pad 39A; the other inside the refuge east of State Road 3, north of State Road 406 and south of Scrub Ridge Trail Road.

Scrub-jay habitat exists in both areas, according to the 125-page study, which also says the wildlife is "extraordinarily diverse" and that more 20 of the species are identified as threatened or endangered.Using specific criteria, such as distance from residential areas and risk from hurricane storm surge, a Brevard County engineering firm narrowed 11 possible sites to two: one inside the restricted area of KSC along the Atlantic Coast south of Launch Pad 39A; the other inside the refuge east of State Road 3, north of State Road 406 and south of Scrub Ridge Trail Road.

You can read news about this here.

Lots of people are sending me the link to an online petition which I'm not going to link to that because I've yet to see an online petition actually work. This is beyond just signing your name to an online petition. This requires calling Mario Busacca, Environmental Program Office of the Kennedy Space Center at 321-867-8456 and telling him in no uncertain terms how much you love this area, how important and critical it is to bird habitat. You can email him KSC-CVLC@nasa.gov but an actual phone call will leave more of an impact than an online petition. If you have ever birded this area and enjoyed it, you need to call. If you live in Florida, stay on top of the news, show up. That's how hunters do it, that's how cat lovers do it in order to keep cats outdoors in Cape May. Birders need to stand up, be loud, be vocal, be present.

Coming Out Of The Fever Dreams

First, the caption contest will be decided by tomorrow morning--perhaps we'll pick the winner at Birds and Beers tonight?

Second--I love my readers. I love that you teach me something new all the time. How on earth would I have learned about a website dedicated to Feral Children? Why is that not a show on The Learning Channel?

Third, I totally thought I had a perfect blog entry the other day about a pair of cardinals that were doing a mating display in my apartment and checking out an empty onion bag on my couch as a potential nest site. I even got incredibly excited when Cinnamon hopped up next to the onion bag and the male cardinal tried to puff up and drive her off, but she tried to nibble his tail...then I woke up to blog it and then realized that wow, that was some powerful cold medicine.

Fourth and speaking of fever dreams, I DID NOT TAKE THE FOLLOWING PHOTOS, but they are making the rounds in the email inboxes, so if you haven't seen them check out this great gray owl (I think that was seen Montana, I have no idea if it is recent):

If you you know who took these photo, let me know--I'd love to give them their props. It's a partially albino great gray owl...although, I don't think we're supposed to call them partially albinos anymore, according to Birding I think we are supposed to call this partial amelanism (because you know, ornithologists like to make things simple for the general public).

Shnifty bird.

UPDATE: WE KNOW WHO TOOK THE PHOTOS! Thanks to knowledgeable blog readers we now know that the photos were taken by Cheryl Farmer in Montana and you can read more about this bird at the Prairie Ice Blog (which looks like a cool photography blog). Thanks, John!

Did You Hear The One About The Bird Boy?

From The Telegraph:

"Russian care workers have rescued a seven-year-old “bird-boy” who can communicate only by “chirping” after his mother raised him in a virtual aviary, it has been reported.

Authorities say the neglected child was found living in a tiny two-room apartment surrounded by cages containing dozens of birds, bird feed and droppings.

The so-called “bird-boy” does not understand any human language and communicates instead by chirping and flapping his arms, Russian newspaper Pravda has reported.

Social worker Galina Volskaya, who was involved is rescuing the child from his home in Kirovsky, Volgograd, said he was treated like another pet by his 31-year-old mother who never spoke to him.

Miss Volskaya said: “When you start talking to him, he chirps.”

Russian authorities say the child was not physically harmed but is suffering from “Mowgli syndrome”, named after the Jungle Book character raised by wild animals, and cannot engage in any normal human communication.

Pravda reported: “(his mother) had her own domestic birds and fed wild ones. (She) neither beat him nor left him without food. She just never talked to him. It was all the birds that communicated with the boy and taught him birds’ language."

Read the rest of the story here.

Birds & Beers

Birds and Beers is this Thursday at 6pm at Merlin's Rest.

I'm laying low at the moment, hoping to clear my body of this virus before tomorrow night. It has gone from my chest straight to my nose. Yesterday, I lost my voice and thought I would still volunteer at The Raptor Center feeding birds--being birds, they can't get my cold and we had three programs. However, we have a doctor who volunteers on our crew and he sent me home.

A Much Needed Rough-legged Hawk

After being sequestered in the apartment for a few days, I really needed to get out. I'm mostly better and have that whole throaty voice thing going on (which I would use on Non Birding Bill if it wouldn't keep getting ruined by fits of a doctor would call a "productive cough"--ick.) But it was so nice out and I needed some fresh air. I got on the highway and thought about stopping at a local nature center and began having second thoughts--moving around, I realized I was still fighting the virus and probably shouldn't be standing outside just yet. But then I saw it...

I was passing the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport and noticed two raptors flying. One was a red-tail, the other was a little different--it was a rough-legged. I found an exit on the highway to turn around and make my way towards Cargo Rd (where the snowy owl is usually observed) and just as I passed beneath the birds, the rough-legged did hard dive onto the red-tail. Even though the red-tail was slightly larger, it booked out of there. By the time I was off the highway and on to Cargo Rd, the rough-legged had landed and was sitting on a hangar.

I pulled over on a side street leading to a hangar where the hawk was perched. I wasn't sure if this was an area where people are allowed to pull over--it was far away from fences, not planes were in direct site and there was plenty of space coming and going for approaching traffic to see me. I decided to try and digiscope it. These really are beautiful hawks and I'm so glad that I took a moment to watch it in the scope. Check out in the above photo how the hawk is looking directly at me. Now here is a photo of the hawk without the spotting scope:

That teeny tiny dark spot on the top of the hangar is the hawk--quite a testament to that amazing raptor eyesight! After five minutes, I decided not to push my luck with airport security and get moving. Turned around and headed over to Cargo Rd and the rough-legged hawk took flight.

Then it landed on a light post above my car and I took a quick photo through my windshield. I'm not sure how long it will stick around. There've been rough-legs all over the Twin Cities this winter but I never seem to see them in the same place twice, they're constantly on the move.

If you need a bird fix, check out Liz Stanley's photos from Sax Zim Bog. She may not have seen a wolf, but she did get some photos of a pine marten when she was watching one of the deer carcasses--sweet!

UPDATE: Chad Gustafson got some photos of the same rough-legged hawk south of the airport, check out his photos (Big Brother Hawk is watching you...).

Oops

Cinnamon's face right after I accidentally sneezed on her.

Sorry, bunny.

Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough

"You OK?"

Finally, a balmy mid thirties and instead of going out to digiscope, I stayed in and attempted to cough up my left lung. So, the above photo is about as close to wildlife as I got all weekend. Cinnamon is not so altruistic in the above photo, she is fact hoping to get a nibble or two of graham cracker.

But, speaking of digiscoping, I spent part of the weekend exploring new digiscoping cameras online. The Fuji camera I have been using has been awesome, but a digital camera lives the life of five digital cameras in one year with me. I think I'll be getting a Canon next.