The Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife Resources (KDFWR) organized and hosted a Peabody WMA Bobwhite Rally this past Saturday “… to motivate our quail enthusiasts across the state ... towards restoring northern bobwhite quail,” according to John Morgan, KDFWR Small Game Coordinator.
Huh?! Typically, sportsmen have no trouble rallying themselves to oppose or catalyze agency actions. This rally turns conservation tradition upside down: an agency trying to rally sportsmen to action!
In thinking about what messages to that audience might be helpful from me, two important points were illuminated: (1) the very need for this reversal of roles may be a clear sign of the dejected state of some of the quail conservation community, in Kentucky and certainly beyond; and (2) KDFWR is once again exceeding expectations, assertively demonstrating its commitment and leadership for restoring bobwhites, leaving no stone unturned in the agency’s quest.
I could say many good things about numerous wildlife agencies in bobwhite states. But because I was just in Kentucky to participate in this unique rally, and because KDFWR has pulled together so much of the right stuff to advance bobwhite restoration, that agency gets highlighted with this brief case study.
By my observations, this instructive and inspiring example of state agency bobwhite leadership began most pointedly in 2008 with two major developments:
Since that foundational year:
With all these right things already happening in Kentucky, why convene a sportsmen’s rally? The Department realized one crucial piece is missing: a powerful, organized support base of quail sportsmen. Until its demise early this year, QU played a major partnership and support role for KDFWR, linking sportsmen with the agency, and channeling sportsmen’s contributions to boost agency projects. The vacuum left by QU remains, leaving a gaping sportsmen’s hole at the foundation of the Department’s grand vision for quail restoration in the state. So KDFWR did what KDFWR does: the agency took the initiative by hosting a rally to solve the problem.
Four quail-related NGOs were invited to participate in the rally, and two participated: Quail Forever and the Quail and Upland Game Alliance. Those two groups enjoyed quality time and many new memberships with some 125 enthusiastic quail hunters, some of whom drove several hours for the opportunity to be rallied. More than 30 of those sportsmen arrived long before daylight to participate in a quail covey call count. The agency and the NGOs wanted the same thing from the rally: sportsmen to get excited about quail progress, and to join the quail organizations that, in turn, could lend their increasing weight to supporting the state’s aggressive quail initiatives.
It’s easy to criticize and casually dismiss the value of government. It is more difficult to recognize and appreciate circumstances when government not only lives up to but even exceeds expectations. The KDFWR is aggressively doing everything it can and should for bobwhites, in a methodical, thorough and effective manner. Now the ball is in the court of Kentucky sportsmen and the non-government organizations that enlist them, to stand tall in support of their Department’s leadership and initiative for bobwhite restoration.
If the quail sportsmen rise to the level set by KDFWR’s examples, expect much more good quail news from Kentucky in coming years.
A final editorial note: KDFWR staff believes their quail success should not be hard to replicate in numerous other states. In their view, the keys to KY’s success have been pretty basic:
October 31, 2013
REJUVENATED … in a worn-out kind of way
The 19th Annual Meeting of the National Bobwhite Technical Committee (NBTC) in Roanoke, Virginia, July 23-26, led to the most pleasant and stimulating exhaustion one can get from work. Four days of burning candles at both ends; immersed in myriad bobwhite conservation issues, opportunities and barriers; renewing friendships across the country; meeting new friends and partners … it can’t get any better.
The Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries (VDGIF) provided superb hospitality and facilities in a splendid setting. My thanks to the many VDGIF staff who made invaluable contributions. Marc Puckett, VDGIF small game coordinator, pulled amazing double duty as the organizer of the entire meeting and as the chair of the NBTC. Consequently, he had to plan and oversee the NBTC meeting for 125 people, while planning and executing the NBTC Steering Committee’s heavy business meetings the first and last days. Cheers, Marc, and thank you!
VDGIF Executive Director Bob Duncan participated two days, with a few of his agency’s board members – including Jimmy Hazel, the newest member of the Bobwhite Foundation’s Development Board – who are as passionate about quail as any of us professionals, and who fervently support their agency’s Quail Action Plan. Duncan provided inspiring comments and a potent show of political support for quail conservation that any state agency quail biologist would envy.
Other highlights of the week:
Now we are back, tackling the long to-do lists of bobwhite conservation issues, barriers and opportunities highlighted by our brainstorming in Roanoke. Next year, in Iowa, we do it again, from a position a few steps ahead of where we were in Roanoke, thanks to the work done there, and subsequently, by the NBTC membership, its subcommittees, and by the NBCI staff.
-August 1, 2013
I was feeding Sammy, my Brit, one recent evening when I heard it. I knew what it was, even though I didn’t know what it was. The same strange noise emanated from my quail meadow at twilight last year about this time … and the year before that. The high-pitched, descending raspy screech lasts about one second, and is repeated irregularly until well after dark. It emanates from different spots in the meadow; are there multiple sources, or one source moving around? The noise is loud, abrasive … and it’s a mystery.
For the record, I’m pretty skilled at identifying animal sounds. Even as a game bird guy, I can hold my own with most of the hardcore birders when identifying bird songs and calls, plus I know the frog and toad calls. But this sound has stumped me for years. I couldn’t even determine mammal or bird. Of course, I’ve tried finding it in the past, but the sounds always seem to stop only to start up again in a different place. Plus, they seem to have a ventriloquist-like property, making them difficult to locate, like trying to pinpoint a spring peeper, even when bent right over it.
I had compiled an array of possibilities in my mind:
- barn owl? (never confirmed them on our property);
- short-eared owls migrating through? (never seen them here);
- gray foxes? (never seen them here, either);
- the Fouck Monster? (look it up).
Admittedly, the better I know and understand wildlife and habitats, the more highly I value the remaining unknowns … the mysteries. This mysterious animal noise has added years of intrigue to our restored native grassland.
Enough was enough, this evening. I walked through the meadow toward the sound. As before, it stopped, and started coming from a different direction. I turned and walked that way, but it quit, and started from yet another direction … yet I saw nothing move. I needed reinforcements. I walked to the house and commandeered my wife and both our binoculars.
Two people was the secret. After a short while of slow stalking, we triangulated upon one of the shrieking spots in the grass. To me, it still sounded 100 yards out, but Sheryl insisted it was close, very close. Finally, she spotted a dark blob hobbling through the grass right in front of us, not 10 yards away. It got hung up on a briar and hunkered down, offering us a perfect view. The lenses of our binoculars were filled with a soccer ball-sized lump of gray fuzz, with two huge yellow eyes … a great horned owl fledgling! At that moment we finally noticed the agitated parents in the nearby tall pines, clacking their beaks and grunting alarm calls at the chicks … or at us. We were enjoying a new life experience, in our quail meadow, of all places.
We listened to the young shrieking owls – at least 3 of them, maybe 4 – every evening from our deck, for the next two or three weeks. The shrieking has stopped now, presumably as their voices are changing and they are growing up to become effective house cat predators. This mystery is finally solved. But its intrigue is replaced with a better understanding and appreciation of the diverse values of a quail meadow.
If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants. -Isaac Newton
Please indulge me a few thoughts indirectly connected to quail conservation. Sheryl and I graduated our son from high school last week. Patrick did well in school, very well, as did his older sister, Kelly. Why they did so well is not completely knowable with any degree of certainty, but I credit the outdoors and quail among the important influences in their lives.
Patrick and Kelly, Bobwhite Brigade graduates
Kel and Patch grew up immersed in the outdoors on our rural 95 acres of heaven in central Arkansas. Among the first books I read cover-to-cover to them at bedtimes was Robert Ruark’s The Old Man and the Boy, and its companion, The Old Man’s Boy Grows Older, helping stimulate them to become voracious readers.
By 1st grade, Kelly had studied and memorized much of Peterson’s Field Guide to Insects, a technical reference I used in college entomology. Both kids caught and submitted for the record several species of reptiles and amphibians never before documented in Lonoke County. They each killed their first squirrels with my grandfather’s old .22 Remington, the same rifle I used for my first squirrels. Patrick has become a skilled nature photographer, and Kelly enjoys woodcarving. They have plucked porcupine quills out of a bird dog’s face in the shortgrass prairie of Montana, helped me burn our quail meadow, and soberly pondered the meaning of the human skeleton we found while chasing Gambel’s quail in the Arizona desert.
But neither is pursuing a career in wildlife conservation.
Kelly is studying chemical engineering to develop cleaner sources of alternative energy, and Patrick aspires to help cure cancer through medical research. More power to them! I am confident, though, both of them always will deeply appreciate wildlife, the outdoors and conservation, and they will never lose that connection or those roots.
My confidence was confirmed by Patrick’s valedictorian speech Saturday. I had no direct input in its content. He wouldn’t even let his mother or me see or hear his speech beforehand, so it would be a complete surprise. Indirect input, however, can be more important and even more revealing.
About 5 years ago, we sent both kids to Texas for a week with the Bobwhite Brigade. Dr. Dale Rollins (Texas A&M AgriLife Extension Service) and his dedicated associates have inspired a movement that one cannot fully appreciate without having a participating child. The Brigade combines conservation education and youth leadership development in a way unique to my experiences. The short-term benefit to my kids of that intense week in the hot Texas desert was clearly apparent; the longer-term effects had been more difficult to judge.
Then I heard Patrick’s theme of “standing on the shoulders of giants.” I wish it was my idea. As soon as he began elaborating on the giants in his and all the 2013 graduates’ lives, I concluded (correctly as it turned out) that the seeds planted by Rollins and the Brigade had sprouted and are growing.
I wish I had the maturity and intelligence at that age to stand in front of friends, classmates, family and community to acknowledge the importance of giants. But now I am certain, and deeply gratified, that my kids will be bringing the wisdom of quail conservation and a leadership spirit to their careers in alternative energy and medical research. And to all those around them.
(For more information regarding the Bobwhite Brigade, please visit http://www.texasbrigades.org/Camps/Bobwhite-Brigade/)
"This is a chance to make things better."
-- Hardware-store wisdom following a tornado touch-down near Ward, AR, February, 2001
Landscape-scale habitat restoration as envisioned by the NBCI generally is a slow-moving, long-term slog. But occasional opportunities for a leap forward pop up; some are foreseeable, a few are even actionable in advance. The inevitable government response to the current drought presents just such an opportunity to help cattle producers and restore quail habitat on a large scale.
Since the mid 20th century, some 120 million acres of grazing lands across bobwhite range have been “improved” by conversion – usually with USDA subsidies and encouragement – from native forages to aggressive introduced grasses that provide poor wildlife habitat. Prior to this landscape conversion, cows and quail shared the land; but not afterward. The nearly complete conversion of native grazing lands in the eastern US coincides with the long-term decline of many grassland birds.
Reconnecting cows and quail is a major goal of the NBCI. On native rangelands of west Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas, that goal is relatively simple, by improved management of the existing forage base, the cattle and the brush. For the rest of the U.S. grazing lands across the humid majority of bobwhite range, much more exertion and cost are needed to return a portion of the existing “improved” pasture back to native forages with quail habitat potential. The NBCI has been working many years with only modest success to begin changing USDA’s deeply ingrained reliance on exotic vegetation.
History repeats itself. We know, for example, that Congress and USDA miss few chances to provide taxpayer-funded relief to producers following drought, typically helping replant ravaged pastures with more of the same drought-susceptible, introduced forages. While all parties (except maybe the taxpaying public and the quail) are temporarily satisfied with that habit, the reality is that producers are merely set up, once again, to fall victim to the next drought.