STOP! If you don't recognize this lil' frog, then *READ THIS*!
Today marks the 1 year anniversary of the death of the last known Rabbs’ fringe-limbed tree frog. So what's the big deal? It's just a lil' frog, right? WRONG. Extinctions of species, are actually very RARELY witnessed by us humans! Instead, extinctions are typically discovered years after the last member of a species gave up the fight. The Rabbs’ tree frog was a rare exception. For the past five and a half years, this little frog has been a public ambassador for lost species, and for all of the frog species going extinct around the world during the current amphibian extinction crisis. Rabbs’ fringe-limbed treefrog was actually an AMAZING species.
Living in the canopies of Panama’s cloud forests, this species glided through the air via the webbing connecting it toes. Scientists also believe that it was the only frog species to feed its tadpoles by allowing them to nibble at the skin of adults.
If you've read to here, props. Now we're asking this question... If no one stops to think or learn about this lil' frog, what does that mean for the reptiles, fungi, plants, insects or fish that also vanish? What does that say about any species that doesn’t grip the public’s imagination – are they somehow lesser for not having evolved to be easily loved by us?
Let's make sure that's not the case Iconic image by Joel Sartore @joelsartore, National Geographic Photographer and founder of the Photo Ark, a 25-year project to show the world the beauty of biodiversity in all its forms, and inspire action to save species.
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The black-footed ferret, also known as the American polecat or prairie dog hunter, is a species of mustelid native to central North America. It is listed as endangered by the IUCN, because of its very small and restricted populations. First discovered by Audubon and Bachman in 1851, the species declined throughout the 20th century, primarily as a result of decreases in prairie dog populations and sylvatic plague. It was declared extinct in 1979 until Lucille Hogg's dog brought a dead black-footed ferret to her door in Meeteetse, Wyoming in 1981. That remnant population of a few dozen ferrets lasted there until the animals were considered extinct in the wild in 1987. However, a captive breeding program launched by the United States Fish and Wildlife Service resulted in its reintroduction into eight western states and Mexico from 1991 to 2008. There are now over 1,000 mature, wild-born individuals in the wild across 18 populations, with four self-sustaining populations in South Dakota (two), Arizona and Wyoming. It was first listed as 'Endangered' in 1982, then listed as 'Extinct in the Wild' in 1996 before being downgraded back to 'Endangered' in 2008. It is largely nocturnal and solitary, except when breeding or raising litters. Up to 91% of its diet is composed of prairie dogs. Historical habitats of the black-footed ferret included shortgrass prairie, mixed-grass prairie, desert grassland, shrub steppe, sagebrush steppe, mountain grassland, and semi-arid grassland. #ferret#blackfootedferret#blackfootedferretday#endangeredanimals#endangeredspecies#wildlife#conservation#wildlifeconservation
I try not to measure the importance of each day and night by the amount of photographs I get. There is much to gain even if things come “slowly.” The creative process needs time… and perspective. I don’t get to control the moments for nature doesn’t work on my schedule, and that’s ok. Actually it’s humbling. Nature moves to its own rhythm and so do wildlife. I don’t feel that it’s enough to just take and take and move on, to give into a pace that doesn’t lend itself much to depth… There is a certain kind of reward that comes from spending time in the field, spending time experiencing the “highs” and “lows” nature offers. There is a certain energy, swaying between the silence and the wonder… I’m a nostalgic person so when I think back, I don’t forget the special moments had. Even if there is quiet now, there will always be much more to remember than the grass blowing in the wind…