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This week in birds - #598

A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment

A Common Gallinule enjoying a swim.

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To prevent a climate breakdown we not only need to reduce carbon emissions; we need to restore Nature.

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As glacial melt continues and increases, there is a danger of a megatsunami being triggered.

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There are at least 144 species of birds that have not been seen in at least a decade but scientists suspect (hope) they may still be out there somewhere and they have issued a BOLO for the public.

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An Icelandic volcano has erupted for the sixth time since December. 

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Out there in space somewhere is a "speedy little star" that may be on its way out of our galaxy.

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And back here on Earth, there is good news from the world of endangered California Condors: The captive breeding program at the Los Angeles Zoo has produced a record-breaking seventeen chicks this year.

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There is renewed hope that the worst-case scenario for the melting of Antarctica may not occur.

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Tree frogs are usually green but a rare blue species has been discovered in Australia.

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The Dovekie is one of the smallest and most abundant members of the Alcid family and it is also the American Bird Conservancy's Bird of the Week.

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Giant, ancient tropical trees are the anchors of their ecosystems and many of them are dying. Scientists are trying to discover why. 

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Brown Pelicans off the coast of California are also dying in alarming numbers and scientists are working to determine the cause.

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There is much better news from the world of the Peregrine Falcon. In Yosemite National Park the birds are making a comeback.

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And in Botswana, the second largest diamond ever found has been discovered. It is an amazing 2492 carats!

Comments

  1. Good morning, Dorothy: As always, I appreciate receiving the roundup; it is a marker to start my day. I sit here each Saturday morning with my first coffee, poring through it and making notes about what I wish to check on later. I feel that I have my own personal editor - and she is very reliable! Except for your picture, I am afraid to say. The bird you label as a Purple Gallinule is in fact a Common Gallinule, sometimes also referred to as a Common Moorhen, although that term is more correctly applied to the European version of this bird - a separate species. Have a wonderful weekend - David

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    1. In fact, I accidentally uploaded the wrong picture. I probably should not do this late at night. I had intended to use a Purple Gallinule picture. I have corrected the caption.

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  2. It's entirely frustrating when the part about restoring the environment is left out of the conversation.

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    1. And it makes the conversation entirely pointless. Restoring the environment is essential.

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  3. Hmm... which link should I visit first? Decisions, decisions! :-)

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  4. I wonder what is happening to the Brown Pelicans of California. They were virtually absent here along the Gulf Coast for a long time.

    "To prevent a climate breakdown we not only need to reduce carbon emissions; we need to restore Nature." I agree, but it feels like an impossibility.

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