"Does the fate of a tiny, quizzical, picky, jaunty, crimson-eyed, migrating, night-flying, snail-eating, lagoon-living and horribly threatened water bird that lives only in the outback of Patagonia matter?"
That's the question Alanna Mitchell asks as she begins the first part of a gracefully written, two-part series on the hooded grebe of Patagonia. Mitchell, a Canadian journalist, lives almost as far from Patagonia, at the tip of South America, as one can be. What, she wonders, could the bird mean to Canadians?
If we, like the ancient Sisters of Fate, snip the hooded grebe’s thread of life, killing off a creature that painstakingly, chaotically, maybe randomly evolved over billions of years from a single-celled entity to a heart-tuggingly beautiful bird with a scarlet crest, are we diminished? Or here’s another thought: are we at risk too...