To bison, a ‘discouraging word’ is a helicopter’s repeating ‘whoosh’


Something wonderful may be on the hooves of happening in Colorado: There’s a move afoot to open land adjacent to Denver’s international airport – which occupies a calf-sized chunk of the 50 square miles (129.5 sq km) it occupies – to the US’s largest, and closest-to-being-extinct mammal – the bison.

Often erroneously called ‘buffalo’, these four-hooved monsters can weight more than 2,000 pounds (907 kg). They once roamed the Great Plains in the tens of millions. But over-hunting, aided by human population growth resulting from the westward expansion of what would become the transcontinental railroad, when “hunting by rail” was a popular sport, which left countless bison rotting where they were dropped, cut sharply into their numbers. The population decline persisted well into the second half of the 20th century. Then the federal government, recognizing (at long last!) that the nation’s ‘National Mammal’ was at serious risk of fading out if existence, placed restrictions on killing them, and slowly the population began to recover.

Now, thanks to several federal programs (including severe penalties for killing them) their numbers are continuing to increase – but at a rough count of around 30,000 in total, they continue to need all the protection they can get to return to something like their former majestic population.

The US Fish and Wildlife Service is coordinating efforts across several federal agencies to give the giants of the plains back land that was once all theirs. As much as 200 acres (81 hectares, abbreviated as 81 ha) of the Denver Airport property is expected to opened up to bison grazing through an expansion of their ‘reservation,’ as it were, the Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge. No timetable has been established for the plan, but it has been noted by the feds that, while the local bison would no doubt by happy to have all that land to themselves, since they don’t need such a large grazing area (in addition to the land they already call home), their population is due to be supplemented by bison from elsewhere in the west.

Sadly, or fortunately, saving the bison isn’t the only aim of opening up more grazing land for them: They’re also seen as a tourist attraction – something to (hopefully) be visible to arriving and departing airline passengers.

It’s likely that some enterprising person will also arrange for helicopter flights over the area for paying passengers, for their photographing pleasure. Never mind the fact that some enterprising individual or company will overlook the fact that the helicopters’ whoop-whoop-whoop aural signature will tend to frighten the animals more than the railroad apparently did.

It’s sad how often man does something good, then shoots himself in the foot: Bison are used to a quiet environment. Having an airport as a neighbor is bad enough, but having helicopters flying the photograph-mad masses over their heads is likely to be more than some will be able to bare – causing them to go back where they came from: The far more peaceful Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge.


Paper Towels As Hurricane Relief

paper towels to PR

Paper towels: Really? That’s what the president of the United States offers as ‘help’ to Puerto Ricans whose homes, whose whole island, was essentially destroyed by Hurricane Maria. That’s precisely what he threw, by the roll, to crowds in San Juan on his October 3rd visit to the island.

The 3.5 million people there – American citizens because this country saw the island as a good defense post and ‘adopted’ it in 1898 under terms of the Treaty of Paris — was devastated by Maria, leaving most of the main island, and its smaller related neighbors, with no electricity, no water, no properly functioning services of any kind.

In my youth, in my early 20’s, as a new resident of New York City, I developed an intense dislike of Puerto Ricans because I saw them as freeloaders seeking to suck the greatest possible amount of milk and honey from the ‘American dream’ and ship it back to PR.

Sometimes it’s hard, particularly when you’re young, to separate the people from the territory where they call home. It’s especially hard to make that distinction when you regularly hear how Puerto Ricans come to New York City, go on welfare (public assistance) and then, some months later, take the bulk of their hardly-earned, taxpayer-funded ‘loot’ back to their island paradise.

Well, Puerto Rico is hardly a paradise now. But it is home to some 3.4 million American citizens facing a serious crisis that will, in all likelihood, continue ceaselessly well into 2018. Imagine trying to survive with little or no drinkable water, no electricity, severe food shortages, and scarce medical services. (Hospitals depend heavily on electricity to accomplish their life saving missions.)

On my sole visit to Puerto Rico, in the late 1960’s, I met many hard-working, peace-loving citizens. I’ve met and worked many like them in the years since then. No longer an innocent youth, I have come to have more than a little sympathy for members of an island community entitled to pay taxes to Washington but not allowed to fully participate as American citizens – they have no voting rights for national officials (congressmen, senators or the president) so long as they remain on the island. But Puerto Ricans living on the mainland do have full voting rights. (Go figure!)

When President Trump told Puerto Rico aid in the face of their disaster was slow in coming “because we have to take care of Americans first,” he was not only wrong, he was insensitive. In other words, he was acting fully in character.