Bird rescuers' first-hand account from Bay oil spill
From Saturday's San Francisco Chronicle:
A group of net-wielding bird rescuers in white Tyvek coveralls converged on the scoters from two sides. As the lead netter yelled, "Go, go, go, go, go!" they charged. The ducks, unaware that they were being rescued, fled for the water. Three got away; three were netted and transferred to towel-lined cardboard pet carriers. Then someone asked if we could take the scoters to the International Bird Rescue Research Center in Cordelia in Solano County for cleaning. Sure!Click the link above for the fate of a Western Grebe.
Our cargo of seven included a couple of grebes - diving birds with rapier beaks and lobed toes - and a scaup, another abundant winter duck. Some scrabbled in their boxes; others were ominously quiet. Ron jockeyed the car into the diamond lane; Joe rehearsed rationales for the California Highway Patrol. ("Two humans and seven birds don't make a carpool?")
Labels: oil spill
posted by Amy at 10:52 AM
1 Comments:
These oil spills are always so sad, with so many birds and animals killed. The effects are so far-reaching, too. I remember when we had an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico back in the late 70s/early 80s, and you can STILL find bits of tar here and there in the water and on the beach after all this time.
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