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Photos from the Big Woods |
We drive up to the freshly painted sign which proclaims Gene’s Barbeque the "Home of the Ivory-billed Woodpecker.”
There is some validity to this claim. Gene’s was a major hangout of the search team, a place where members sometimes met to dine after a day of working transects or checking cameras. We sit down and start to open our menus, but before we can order our waitress directs our attention to a board at the back with a new special:
While we wait for our food, Gene DePriest, the owner, invites us out back. There he shows us the stub of a tree he has cut down, with a good-sized hole near the top. It will soon be part of a sign further identifying Gene’s as the place to eat in the realm of the ivory-bill, a place the great bird itself might choose if grubs appeared on the menu.
Brinkley is the nearest town to the rediscovery and Gene’s is just one of many Brinkley establishments with “ivory-bill fever.” One barbershop now features ivory-bill haircuts, presumably sweeping the sideburns back into a pointed crest. The Western Sizzler across from our motel is selling ivory-bill t-shirts.
The ivory-bill has provided a boost to the economy of a town which had always enjoyed the attention of duck hunters in the winter.
And I have to say, that ivory-bill cheeseburger was pretty darned good.
Disclaimer: No ivory-billed woodpeckers (or pileateds) were hurt in the making of this delicious cheeseburger.