{"id":115,"date":"2008-07-20T23:26:41","date_gmt":"2008-07-21T06:26:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/wordpress\/?p=114"},"modified":"2008-07-20T23:26:41","modified_gmt":"2008-07-21T06:26:41","slug":"a-bird-in-the-hand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/?p=115","title":{"rendered":"a bird in the hand"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Virginia rail<\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Red-breasted sapsucker<\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Chestnut-backed chickadee<\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I don\u2019t look for them particularly. I\u2019m not what you\u2019d call a bird \u2018watcher.\u2019 I\u2019m more of a bird finder. I seem to come across them everywhere; injured, panicked or hopelessly lost. I\u2019ve pried them from the jaws of cats, carried them quivering out of the buzzing labyrinths of shopping mall food courts and plucked them from windowsills where they have been battering themselves against their own reflections. Trembling, nictitating and bedraggled, the world\u2019s birds are in trouble. Populations of many previously common species are now in free fall, both in Canada<\/a> and around the world<\/a>. We stand on the threshold of a bleak new age of summers where barn swallows no longer course<\/a> through the warm evening air and the haunts of meadowlarks<\/a> lie extinguished beneath strip mall parking lots.
\nAnd then there is the case of the crested myna<\/a>. This jaunty, subtropical bird resembles a chunky starling with white wing patches. The mynas were brought to Vancouver at the end of the nineteenth century by Chinese immigrants, who kept them as cage birds. Inevitably some escaped or were set free and they managed to survive the clammy West Coast winters by holing up in attics and under bridges. Back in the early nineteen-nineties, I used to see mynas pretty often, hopping across the roof of the Vancouver East Cultural Centre or schnarfling up discarded pizza crusts between the trolly buses, in front of Golden Boys\u2019 on Commercial Drive. Now the mynas are gone. The last known pair died out in Vancouver in the winter of 2002<\/a>. Of course there are theories as to why. Perhaps these dreamy tropicalists couldn\u2019t compete with the more aggressive and numerous European starlings, or maybe they found themselves excluded from their favoured attics by an epidemic of aluminum siding. It is hard to say. Whatever it was, I miss the mynas. Vancouver just isn\u2019t same without them. My local pair used to nest inside the Spotlight Custom Collision sign on Clark Drive. In the midst of this industrial wasteland, devoid of vegetation, the mynas clung to life, incubating their precious eggs by the warmth of the humming fluorescent tubes, gazing out over the six lanes of howling traffic. One day as I was walking by, I happened to snap a picture. It was 1993, the first of June. I didn\u2019t think much of it at the time. There was some high cloud, but the sun was shining. A glossy black bird sat high above me, surveying its asphalt domain. It was a day like any other. Back in the age of mynas.<\/p>\n

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Crested Myna in its habitat. Vancouver, June 1st, 1993.<\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Crested Myna close-up. Vancouver, June 1st 1993<\/small><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Virginia rail Red-breasted sapsucker Chestnut-backed chickadee   I don\u2019t look for them particularly. I\u2019m not what you\u2019d call a bird \u2018watcher.\u2019 I\u2019m more of a bird finder. I seem to come across them everywhere; injured, panicked or hopelessly lost. I\u2019ve pried them from the jaws of cats, carried them quivering out of the buzzing labyrinths […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=115"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=115"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=115"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.oliverk.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=115"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}