A bird thought to be extinct was photographed in the Philippines, then sold as food. People are upset about this, but what do you expect? Birds are food. We eat food. Besides, have you ever seen what some of those native Filipinos eat over there? It can’t be a surprise to you.
Let’s just hope they BBQ’ed it!
Here’s the story with pics from FOX News:
A bird suspected to be extinct was reportedly photographed for the first time in the Philippines, and then sold to a poultry market as food.
Worcester’s buttonquail was known only through illustrations based on decades-old museum specimens until a television crew documented the live bird in the market before it was sold in January, NationalGeographic.com reported.
Scientists had suspected the bird, found only on the island of Luzon, to be extinct, according to NationalGeographic.com.
Wild Bird Club of the Philippines President Michael Lu, told the Agence France-Press news agency that it’s unfortunate that the locals aren’t more conscious of the threatened wildlife around them.
“What if this was the last of its species?” he said.
It’s that time of the year when birds are migrating to the south. To get here the birds have to come down the Eastern Shore of Virginia and cross the approximate 17 mile mouth of the Chesapeake Bay to Virginia Beach.
It’s beautiful to see all the birds this time of year. All kinds of birds grace our yard during the short migratory season. It can be spiritual in nature. If only we were bird watchers…
As beautiful and bountiful as they are, they’re actually pretty stupid.
Big ones, small ones, medium ones, it doesn’t really matter. Somehow, someway they find our windows.
These stupid birds just fly right into the side of our house. Morning, noon and evening you hear the thuds as the little peckers dive bomb into our windows. Kamikaze our glass.
Sometimes they hit so hard they leave an impression so fine you can see the individual feathers in the dust. That reminds me, I need to clean the windows.
Othertimes they hit so hard the birds leave actual feathers and other foul looking stuff stuck to the windows.
And then there are those times when the simple-minded bird dies. Darwin I guess. I toss the dead thing far into the bushes so some nasty mammal can have a nice meal. We don’t want to starve the racoons now, do we?
To combat the little winged intruders I put 3-4″ long strips of Hurricane Tape on the windows since that tape doesn’t leave any residue when it’s removed. If the bird is doltish enough to torpedo itself past the tape, it deserves to die.
Using nothing more than the number of thuds heard with the tape, versus the number without the tape, it’s safe to say the tape works. Usually.
There’s still a number of over achievers out there determined to get to the otherside of the window. Bless their little winged souls.