It is not funny if you are an aquatic bird (duck, heron, egret, gallinule, spoonbill, ibis, bittern crane) and, having flown down to Florida for the winter, find your favorite lagoon drained dry. You have worked up a raging appetite flapping your way over New York grain fields, Pennsylvania coal fields, Virginia tobacco fields and Southern cotton fields. You sight the palm-tufted everglades, set your wings to plane down, and what does your watering beak encounter? Minnows, frogs, juicy bulbs, slimy, succulent crawfish? No. There are pipelines,...
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