Last Saturday, like I do on most Saturday's, I scanned the "Earthweek" feature that shares space with the San Francisco Chronicle's weather page. On the world map, my eye caught a graphic of a penguin placed on the southern coast of Australia. Intrigued, I read that wildlife officials have decided to employ sheepdogs in their effort to protect the wee Fairy penguins from extinction.
(Aww, aren't they the cutest?)
According to Earthweek: a diary of the planet (also detailed on the image above), the Fairy penguin population is plummeting—from a population of 5,000 five years ago to about 100 today. Most of the blame for this rests with the current eating habits of foxes and wild dogs.
"This is innovation born of desperation," wildlife officer Craig Whiteford of Victoria's Department of Sustainability and Environment (DSE), told the Australian Associated Press.
If we didn't do anything they wouldn't last this season."
How is this topic Ethicurean related?
Well, it's a bit of a stretch, maybe, but the article also goes on to say that sheepdogs are often used in Australia to protect free-range chickens from similar fates. (Of course, the likelihood of chickens going extinct is very unlikely since they're so tasty ... and not so cute.) And, as an Ethicurean, I see the dying out of species as indicative of how our planet is mirroring the "monoculturalization" of our food and culture. It's all connected because it's all so interdependent. Diversity of species and within species is so important to the health of our planet as a whole.
Hopefully, this trial effort will succeed in saving Fairy penguins from leaving the earth for good.
Thinking of penguins, I'm reminded of my trip to New Zealand four years ago, about this time of year, when my friends in Dunedin led us on a "free penguin tour" (unlike those chartered by other touristas). We shimmied down a steep, sandy hillside (at left) to walk across this Pacific Ocean-facing beach. Finally, we climbed up another steep hillside, where a "hide" was located, to watch—without disturbing—the Yellow-eyed penguins on their nightly ritual of return from the sea.
Evern night before sunset, the penguins return from their day spent in the ocean and traverse across the beach to hide in the hillside scrub for the night.
After waiting for quite some time, we saw this begin to happen. Soon several penguins were waddling up the grassy hillside ... looking for a spot to get some much needed sleep. (At right: alas, this is the best picture I could get; they seemed to be constantly moving or hidden from view.)
In doing my research for this post, I learned:
I can't end this piece without advocating: if you haven't seen it already (and you probably have), rent March of the Penguins—a delightful film that follows a year in the life of Emperor penguins—to get a well-rounded, well-told penguin fix.