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The Bermuda Petrel was thought to be extinct for 300 years. 18 nesting pairs were found in 1951, and thanks to extensive conservation efforts, their population is increasing.

The Bermuda Petrel Was Thought To Be Extinct For 300 Years. 18 Nesting Pairs Were Found In 1951, And Thanks To Extensive Conservation Efforts, Their Population Is Increasing. -

The Bermuda Petrel was thought to be extinct for 300 years. 18 nesting pairs were found in 1951, and thanks to extensive conservation efforts, their population is increasing.

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  1. Up above the sea’s grey flatland, wind is gathering the clouds. In between the sea and clouds proudly soaring the Petrel, reminiscent of black lightning.

    Glancing a wave with his wingtip, like an arrow dashing cloudward, he cries out and the clouds hear his joy in the bird’s cry of courage.

    In this cry — thirst for the tempest! Wrathful power, flame of passion, certainty of being victorious the clouds hear in that bird’s cry.

    Seagulls groan before the tempest, – groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide their fear of the storm.

    And the loons are also groaning, – they, the loons, they cannot access the delight of life in battle: the noise of the clashes scares them.

    The dumb penguin shyly hiding his fat body in the crevice . . . It is only the proud Petrel who soars ever bold and freely over the sea grey with sea foam!

    Ever darker, clouds descending ever lower over the sea, and the waves are singing, racing to the sky to meet the thunder.
    Thunder sounds. In foamy anger the waves groan, with wind in conflict. Now the wind firmly embraces flocks of waves and sends them crashing on the cliffs in wild fury, smashing into dust and seaspray all these mountains of emerald.

    And the Petrel soars with warcries, reminiscent of black lightning, like an arrow piercing the clouds, with his wing rips foam from the waves.

    So he dashes, like a demon, – proud, black demon of the tempest, – and he’s laughing and he’s weeping . . . it is at the clouds he’s laughing, it is with his joy he’s weeping!

    In the fury of the thunder, the wise demon hears its weakness, and he’s certain that the clouds will not hide the sun – won’t hide it!
    The wind howls . . . the thunder rolls . . .

    Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze up above the sea’s abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning drowning them beneath its waters. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the reflections of this lightning.

    -Tempest! Soon will strike the tempest!

    That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea’s roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet:

    -Let the tempest come strike harder!

  2. Fun fact – they were extinct but those few flew through the Bermuda Triangle back when that was a thing and appeared here in 1951. Before then though they were extinct for about 300 years or so.

  3. We call them Cahows. They’re also probably the reason we don’t speak Portuguese here in Bermuda. The first ships to find the island (and survive the reefs to tell about it) were Portuguese sailors, but with the reefs littered with the bones of ships and the super scary noises of ghosts coming from the shores, they decided not to hang around. This earned the island the nickname The Isle of Devils. The ghosts of course weren’t ghosts but the Cahow.

    Or so the story goes.

    E: An interesting sidenote, one of the men responsible for their comeback has also been responsible for screwing up our eco-system. He introduced a species of heron, I think in the 70s, to make up for the extinction of our native species of heron in the 1600s, thinking it would re-balance the eco-system. Instead it wiped out our red crabs and messed up plenty of other populations.

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