Day 99, Opposite Day: Clean Up Crews Leave Oiled Beaches Alone and Focus On Beaches With Barely a Trace of Oil.
After having spent a couple of days with the Coastal Bird Conservation's biologists studying Snowy Plovers in Bay County, Florida(more on that tomorrow), I headed out early to check out some more of the Sunshine State's coastline. I saw lots and lots of clean up workers, but had to search very hard for any evidence of oil in most places where the crews were located. At the Pensacola Pier I spoke with locals, who were going into the water for the first time in months. One told me, "the fish are back, yesterday we saw a Sea Turtle from the pier, and the dolphins look happy, so we figure it's safe." As he told me that, two Bottle-nosed Dolphins skyrocketed out of the water, about ten feet into the air. The timing was impeccable.
Bathers enjoy the clean looking water at Pensacola Beach.
Afterwards, I travelled to Fort Pickens with fellow reporter Gregg Hall. At the point of the refuge, and the mouth of Pensacola Bay we found lots and lots of tarballs. They were actively washing up with the tide, and there was not a single person picking anything up. An ailing Ghost Crab was near the shore, acting very lethargic and unwary, a very uncharacteristic behavior for a Ghost Crab. It had oil on it legs and carapace. Also in the mouth of the bay was a large barge that was actively decontaminating oiled equipment. The chemical they were using, along with the oil and dispersant was being aerosolized by the act of pressure washing, and the odor was pretty offensive, and probably quite toxic. Gregg felt sick when we got to the car. I felt sick when I realized that someone stole my sandals which I had left at the edge of the beach.
Ocypode quadrata, the Ghost Crab. A usually lightening fast, carrion eating denizen of the beach. This one seemed drunk.
After Pensacola, I drove to Gulf Shores, Alabama, and the Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge. In Gulf Shores, and Orange Beach, armies of clean up workers were deployed along the most touristy parts of the beach, and once again, it was near to impossible to find a trace of oil. Perhaps they have been effective, or perhaps there's just less oil. At the Bon Secour Wildlife Refuge, a place that should be kept as pristine as possible, as it is one of the last refugia along this coast for many species, including Snowy Plovers and Black Skimmers. Guess what? That's right, no clean up workers. Not one for miles around, but I did see Snowy Plovers, and copious amounts of tarballs, nearly everywhere. I collected a pint of them in no time at all. They were everywhere, and the surfline was choked with more coming ashore. I also saw lots of Bobcat tracks.
Speaking of tracks. Despite the clearly demarcated lane of travel mapped out along the beach with flags and signs, the clean up crews have turned the entire beach into a veritable highway. Exactly what I had just witnessed being handled so well by biologists and response contractors in regards to the Snowy Plovers in Bay County, FL is being completely neglected on what ought to be our most protected piece of coast in this region. Once again it is painfully illustrated that without constant hand holding, the clean up effort will neglect their obligations to be stewards of the environment, and show their true colors by tearing apart the beach. This is probably the only place where Snowy Plovers nest with success in the area, and where endangered Piping Plovers depend on for foraging and wintering habitat. Without some serious work, and restructuring, the response to BP's oil spill may push some of our most cherished and vulnerable birds unnecessarily toward the brink. Our wildlife agencies should be ashamed of themselves that it has gone this far, and that they continue to rebuff offers of help from the numerous volunteers across the country who could be helping in this area. It is quite obvious that they don't have the situation under control.
The newly christened Highway Bon Secour. How would you like to be a little fluffball of a Snowy Plover chick crossing that at rush hour?
Tarballs like this were everywhere on Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge today. And clean up crews were no where to be found. Guess someone needs to be reminded of the definition of "refuge"!