Guten Morgen mein lieber Freund,
First off, here is the promised pic of the Ocean duck, the male SURF SCOTER. As told you, Nature got quite creative with his beak. For the last 2 days he has been absent after his 2 weeks San Lorenzo River visit. More than likely he is back on the Ocean, heading towards Canada.
As always I enjoyed our phone schmooze across the Ocean. I truly appreciate your patience as I slithered through attempts to explain the current Santa Cruz environmental issues. Every time we touch on that topic, you are taken back by our Naturschutz( Nature-protection) approach. I remember your surprise that an environmental non-profit organization would instigate the San Lorenzo River recreational paddle crusade. Your comment still rings in my ears: ”They should be the first in line to fight such a pursuit instead of starting it”. To-day I was watching a man with some kids in tow, allowing them to play in the water right next to the water contamination warning sign. That incident activated these thoughts: your environment perspective echoes the Precautionary Principle, which was adopted into European law books. Since this principle calls for a common sense risk evaluation, it stands to reason that you are dumbfounded by my reports.
Precautionary Principle states that when an activity causes some threat or harm to the public or the environment, general precautionary measures should be taken. When a scientific investigation proves that there is a possible risk in doing some activity, then this principle should be applied.
I forgot to tell you this story: I found out that some idiot had emptied a big bag of plastic bottles into the river, which was panicking the Mallard ducklings. Called into action by scared ducklings, I raced down to the river and of course forgot to bring a bag. The amount of bottles was staggering. I grabbed as many as I could, realizing that I could use some help, I solicited some homeless people for help. Two felt indignant about my nervy request, one surrendered though disappeared after the first trash bin run. As I was trudging towards the trash can, clutching 30 bottles, a woman was watching me from the bridge and called down: “ Are you alright? Can I buy you a meal?” Realizing that she thought I was homeless person, I explained my mission. As she apologized, I started laughing about our situation and that got her laughing. When we could finally talk again, we thanked each other for caring and said merrily good-bye. I turned around and I faced a man’s concerned expression. Because the bridge woman was out of his sight, he only saw me standing there talking & laughing by myself. I gave him a sound minded smile and I finished retrieving about 120 bottles out of the river, all in the hope of soothing the ducklings nerves.
Now that was surprising! Just after I had whined to you about the absent PEREGRINE FALCON, the fine bird was perched in the Trestle trees this morning. Not only that, one tree over the OSPREY was keeping an eye on the river and two BLACK-crowned NIGHT-HERONS were sleeping the morning away, hidden in the foliage two branches below. Then a HAWK exploded out of the tree so quickly that I failed to id it, swooping low over the river banks. As you can imagine…these sightings made me river happy.
Bis bald und mach’s gut, Deine jane