An old, falling-apart film of a heath hen has been unearthed.
Why is that thrilling? The heath hen is extinct.
Writes Carolyn Y. Johnson in the Boston Globe, “The bird stamps its feet on the ground, taking mincing dance steps through the corn stubble. Neck feathers flare like a headdress, and the male puffs out his neck, making a hollow, hooting call that has been lost to history.
“These courtship antics are captured on a silent, black-and-white film that is believed to be the only footage of something not seen for nearly a century: the extinct heath hen.
“The film, circa 1918, is the birding equivalent of an Elvis sighting, said Wayne Petersen of Mass Audubon — mind-blowing and transfixing to people who care. It will premier Saturday [March 8] at a birding conference in Waltham.
“Massachusetts officials commissioned the film nearly a century ago as part of an effort to preserve and study the game bird, once abundant from Southern New Hampshire to Northern Virginia. Then, like the heath hen, the film was largely forgotten.
“Martha’s Vineyard is where the last known heath hens lived, protected in a state preserve. But the last one vanished by 1932. …
“Jim Cardoza, a retired wildlife biologist who worked for the Division of Fisheries and Wildlife, said that for him, the film holds lessons about how conservation efforts have evolved.
“ ‘The thing that is striking to me is the habitat of the animal — it looks like they’re out in corn fields and open areas and things like that,’ Cardoza said. ‘That isn’t what the birds really inhabited — they were a scrub-land species.’ Conservationists at the time, he said, ‘didn’t know what the habitat requirements of the species even was.’ ”
Read the rest of the article and watch the film here.
I love the idea of a long-rumored, valuable film finally being found. It’s a great story. It’s also an argument for better filing systems.
State of Massachusetts woodcut, 1912. The fancier heath hens are males.
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It always makes me so sad to read about these recently extinct species. Dinosaurs are one thing–we didn’t make that happen–but birds like these . . . sigh.
I know. I sometimes wonder if one day we will recreate extinct critters from DNA. But if they need a certain habitat, what will we do about that?
I agree with KerryCan. My heart aches when I am reminded of all the extinction that we human beings are catalyzing here on planet earth. Intellectually I understand that life is an ongoing dance of creation and destruction, flow and ebb. I am aware that we experienced an ice age relatively recently in what is now New England/New York. Yet I hate to be reminded about extinction, especially those we human beings are responsible for. There is a great song called Evolution by a Brazilian composer which I need to record and post on my blog some day…
I would love to hear that song. I have been enjoying the songs on your blog very much.