Can This Tiny Bird Save New York?

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Aug. 23 2013 12:03 PM

Can the Plover Save New York?

Unexpected lessons from an endangered shorebird.

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Plovers know the risks of a life on the edge of a maelstrom. In spring, facing the wind, their feathers flat against their breasts, they’re almost invisible. Their nests, called scrapes, are saucer-like depressions lined with a few shells, perhaps some seaside pebbles. Like their sand-colored eggs, the nests are so well hidden, a person out for a walk, his eyes on the horizon, can destroy one with a distracted step. In the years that followed the 1992 storm, the number of plover nests around Westhampton soared, then started to decline in the 2000s.

Nesting Piping Plover, August 24, 2010.
A nesting piping plover in 2010

Photo courtesy of Bill Byrne/Flickr

“Perhaps the best service that the plovers can provide,” Papa told me, “is to keep construction off the beach strand.” He pointed to a nest set among beach grass, the stalks rubbing shallow dents in the sand. The scrapes were hardly more conspicuous than those wind-drawn circles: a sand dip with a couple of black-flecked eggs. Beyond the nests, the juiced-up houses on 75-by-100-foot lots looked far more permanent. Yet in the 1970s and ’80s, many houses had disappeared into the sea.

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Superstorm Sandy approached New York City from the southeast with 80 mph winds and a 12-foot surge. The Atlantic met Jamaica Bay across the Rockaway Peninsula—in a process known as overwash—inundating Rockaway Point Boulevard, the main access road to the town of Breezy Point, N.Y. Seawater made its way into the electrical systems of a home on Ocean Avenue, sparking a fire. Embers blew from house to house, and 12-foot floodwaters prevented the arrival of the fire department. One hundred twenty-five homes burned. Six months later, many were just foundations, others still boarded up.

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A woman walks through the remains of destroyed homes on Dec. 4, 2012, in Breezy Point, N.Y. Breezy Point lost more than 100 homes in a fast-moving fire during Superstorm Sandy.

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“What everyone has been waiting for has finally happened,” said Dave Taft, coordinator of the Jamaica Bay unit of Gateway National Recreation Area, told me when I visited Breezy Point this summer. “It really is sad to see people’s lives turned upside down like that,” he said. He moved inland long ago, unwilling to put his wife and daughter through the heartbreak. Overwash, he observed, was part of the barrier island ecosystem.

Behind him, a piping plover lifted from the sands in a butterfly flight over what was left of the dunes, an aerobat in nuptial plumage, with the black collar typical of a breeding male. This was the type of habitat—free of vegetation and predators—that the plovers adored. The bird twittered, pipe-pipe-pipe, as it hit the top of the loop and landed back in the sand.

“There really isn’t a lot of compromise to be made about plovers,” Taft said. A chick is all legs and 1 inch long; a deep rut in the sand can be a canyon, a tire deadly. After the plovers were listed in 1986, the park service prohibited ATVs and dogs from protected beaches. Many residents were up in arms. Taft described the early meetings as “chair-throwing sessions.” Bumper stickers appeared: “Piping Plovers Taste Like Chicken.” Above him, a least tern, a state threatened species, all wings with a sharp yellow bill, looked ready to swoop down on us. In recent years, Taft noted that things had improved. We approached a line of metal posts connected by string marked with yellow flagging. Tony Luscombe, a biological technician who monitors the birds through the nesting season, had just erected the annual fencing for the plovers. Luscombe hails from South Dakota, where farmers, he told me, judge one another’s property by their fences. His was straight, perfect, and largely symbolic. Last year, several plover eggs were stolen from two nests. The culprit, who cut the protective nets and left behind a single set of human footprints, was never found.

Later that day, I went for a run along Atlantic Beach, a few miles east of Breezy Point. There were three plovers near the battered boardwalk, foraging in the sand, like robins hopping on a lawn. Then came a pleasing series of peeps. A line of tiny plover prints tattooed the sand around a scrape—and ominously close, the paw prints of a feral cat. Mindful of a comment Luscombe had made about the disturbance caused by running near plovers, I walked back to my mother’s condo and sent an email to the conservation folks at Breezy Point. My mother told me that an exclusion area was set up a few days after I returned to Vermont. I had, if only for the moment, rid the stink of death, torn away the frost. Within a few weeks, though, the scrape was abandoned; perhaps there were too many people around or a predator had taken the birds.

The superstorm reminded all of us that, like it or not, barrier islands are dynamic systems. Rather than try to anchor the beach—with sea walls, groins, and sand replenishment—at enormous personal and taxpayer cost, we could follow the way of the plover. These birds—threatened by overdevelopment and feral cats, foxes, and crows—remind us of the way humans used to face the ocean: as nomads, with a light footprint. Native Americans occupied barrier islands in the summer, moving back to the mainland when the winter storms arrived. In Africa and South America, as Pilkey has noted, people build mobile homes, structures that can be easily moved to avoid catastrophe, along the shore to avoid malarial mosquitoes.

Conservationists and landowners should work together to preserve the coastline for shorebirds and other wildlife as well as houses. It can start with more stringent building codes and a retreat from the high-risk overwash zones, but it can’t end there. Along the bays and estuaries, salt marshes absorb storm surges. Oyster reefs are natural breakwaters, protecting shorelines. All of these habitats, our natural infrastructure, provide other services, including nurseries for fish, carbon sequestration, and the conservation of wildlife, as well as protecting property.

And we’ll need to rethink the nation’s insurance policy. “The problem is not the barrier beach,” Taft said out in the Rockaways, “it’s the $17-million house sitting on the shoreline. If you're wealthy enough or crazy enough to keep rebuilding on the shoreline after Katrina or Sandy, or any number of pre-Sandy flooding disasters, that’s your decision. Just leave my tax dollars out of it.” Superstorm Sandy damaged or destroyed 650,000 houses and cost an estimated $65 billion in lost business. Soon after the storm, New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo initiated an effort to buy owners out of their homes in an effort to retreat from risky coastal areas. It was a good idea, but there seemed to be few takers the following summer. Several of the people I spoke to suggested that perhaps a few more homes would be elevated or built on stilts. But as Jim Fraser, a wildlife professor at Virginia Tech told me, this is a temporary solution: “Eventually they are going to go in the drink.”

By continuing to subsidize coastal development—through programs like the National Flood Insurance Program, which provide artificially low rates—we could bring on a national crisis. Instead, innovative ecological tax reform can incentivize the good things, like oyster-reef restoration, and tax the bad, such as careless waterfront development. Public programs to encourage the integration of development and conservation are approaches that make economic and ecological sense. By investing in natural capital, there’s a chance that folks in New York and New Jersey can protect the shore and their homes (at least those that aren’t on the frontline) by restoring wetlands that act as natural buffers to flooding. Such an approach can also help restore wildlife: the piping plovers, least terns, oysters, quahog clams, and seabeach amaranth.

There are now approximately 318 nesting pairs of piping plovers in New York. In 2011, Papa and his colleagues tracked 1,762 mating plovers along the Atlantic Coast, almost 2½ times the numbers of the 1980s. The goal is 2,000. If Papa, Luscombe, and others can help the birds reach that number, they could save themselves out of a job.

Fraser, who has been working on plovers since they were first listed, warns that plovers will probably never be free of human intervention, as long as we keep modifying the shoreline. “Piping plovers really are a boom-and-bust species,” he said. Plover populations tripled after the hurricane of ’38 cut new inlets through Westhampton Island. Fraser is hoping to see a similar response after Sandy. “But even in the absence of all the crazy things that we do, as the habitat revegetates and predators move in ... the population drops down. And then another storm happens someplace else.” And the cycle starts all over again.

The choice is clear: We can continue on the course of denial and heartbreak that we’ve followed in recent decades, building on unstable islands, fortifying shorelines with sea walls that will not restrain storm surges. Or we can think on our feet, like the plover.

Joe Roman is author of Listed: Dispatches from America’s Endangered Species Act and a fellow at the Gund Institute for Ecological Economics at the University of Vermont.

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