Hancock here:    March 24, 2018 Naming Eagle Day

For over 65 years I have wanted to better understand our wonderful eagles.  At 15 I learned to fly so I could be closer to them.  Today as I was developing the WEB Summary Report for Tracking our Cell & Color Banded eagles I initially entered the name of the first cell tracked eagle:  Hope & Expectations.

Then the tears started.  I was mentally reviewing my discovery at age 15, as I was logging the flying time to get my pilots license.  I realized that all the Canadian Gulf Islands had a pair of nesting eagles every mile to a mile and a half of shoreline but the American San Juan Islands had no breeding eagles.  NONE, but why?  On my 16th birthday my dad gave me his car and I took the ferry to the mainland and turned south to Blaine Washington.  And within minutes I knew why America had few eagles.

On each of the fishing boats wintering in Blaine, waiting for its summer return to the rich Alaskan waters to fish, was a bucket to contain the feet and legs of bald eagles, each pair worth $2.00 in Alaska.  If the bucket was filled with eagle legs the fisherman could almost earn enough “bounty money” to pay his gas north.  Now I don’t just blame American fisherman for this atrocity, though only Alaska was offering the bounty. The whole world – yes the whole world – considered all predators and scavengers as vermin, something that might compete with humans and needed to be destroyed.  If you were an eagle, a hawk, a coyote, a seal or even a killer whale you were bad and needed to be destroyed.  That was the message sold by every scope, ammunition and gun manufacturer and the clothing manufacturers and other supportive industries got on the bandwagon.  Thank goodness that changed through to the 1960s so today we honor the predators as key indicators of the health of our world.  Today those same gun orientated manufacturers promote defending and killing humans instead.

So as I was putting together the details and gathering in concerned associates to get our BETA Project up and running, it was really driven by the same needs, to make people more aware of how we are dependent upon an ecologically sustainable world.  Most of the world has lost much of the wilderness.  So many species have been so incredibly over-harvested and had their habitat, the life-line to living, paved over or ploughed under.  Yet today in and around Vancouver, British Columbia we annually have the largest gathering of bald eagles ever known, perhaps eagle gatherings greater than 500 years ago.  Yet we still don’t understand where our estimated 35,000 eagles come from or where our locally breeding 1000 adults and their young go to after the breeding season.

The BETA Project is our small attempt to bring some answers, in short to try and live up to our responsibility of knowing something more definitive about this world class wildlife spectacle.  I hope that tracking these eagles will further excite those who have followed our pioneering outreach efforts of live streaming the nesting lives of eagles and spawning salmon, our efforts to make people more aware of our local ecological treasures through support of local organizations.  For us this has been the Fraser Valley Bald Eagle Festival, the Harrison Salmon Stronghold and supporting preservation of key wildlife areas like our incredible Chehalis Flats Bald Eagle & Salmon Preserve on the Harrison River and trying to keep our Salish Sea free from spilled oil.  Already we can see some of our “Tracked Eagles” are passing key ecological areas across the country.  What a wonderful lesson in geography and ecology.

OK back to the tears.  Our first “Cell Tracked Bald Eagle” was so symbolic to me.  In most of my many annual talks I have left in a photo I took in 1964 in what is now the Great Bear Rain Forest of the central British Columbia coast.  That photo shows 1 of 17 eagles I found that day, all shot at the mouth of the Bay of Plenty on Princess Royal Island by rifle and operated by someone still not understanding the integrated ecological role of all living things.  From time to time I am continuously reminded we are never far from this uncaring attitude.  So, in spite of wishing everybody to get involved in naming one of our “traveling eagles”, I decided to usurp the first bird name – Hope & Expectations.  I wrote that name down the day we released him.

The next day, actually two days, he lived up to wonderful expectations, sending home signals of his travels.  That he went where I would never have anticipated is another story dealt with elsewhere.  The trauma really started on the 3rd day.  He did not report home.  It was like a lost child and he did not report back the next day, the next week or the next 3 and 4 weeks.  Expectations were definitely diminishing. Myles and I repeatedly discussed.  Did we screw up on the tagging of our first eagle?  Did the equipment already fail?  Had this unexpected journey south mean we had an “imperfect bird” perhaps even dying?   But why was there no signal from the cell?  Nothing was making sense.

One month later he called home.  Wow.  All was forgiven!  Our techniques, the technology and terrain had all come together as they should.   Indeed, keep the faith baby!  For those just reading this and not understanding our cell technology all was as expected.  The cell transmitters only send us a signal when the back pack signal is picked up on its daily transmission by a cell tower.  No tower, no call home!  Now that he did call home he sent 4 GPS data points from every day for the past month’s travel positions.  He had spent a month in deep valleys along the Columbia River in Washington and Oregon out of cell range.  Now we knew his full journey and you can too.  Hope & Expectations

But today, March 24, 2018, as I was creating the Summary Table to plot all our eagles’ movements, “Hope & Expectations” was the total background world sound.  The kids international “March for Our Lives” protests were awakening the world.  It was ‘Hope & Expectations” all over again and really for precisely the same reasons.   We humans don’t just have to live more respectively with each other but live ecologically sustainably in the shared world.  So here it is:  the second eagle banded is being called Yolonda, after that little 9 year old Martin Luther King grandchild who surely must have brought the world to tears.  It did me.   The next 17 eagles will be named after the 17 Stoneman Douglas High School students who so needlessly lost their lives, but hopefully to awaken a too complacent world.   Indeed we all pass but it has been incredibly inspiring today, a revitalization of hope and expectations, that with a good improved path eagles and humans might continue to co-exist.

The first 19 eagle names are gone.  I wish with hope and expectations that others will come up with meaningful names to encourage our eagles on their way. We will shortly be launching an eagle naming contest.

Thanks

David Hancock

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