sketches for sale

While working on the illustration that became the cover for my book Ghost Birds I produced several sketches of a male ivory-bill. There's really no need for me to keep all of them, so if you'd like to buy one please contact me.
These are not color copies but real pen and ink drawings. I did a series of rough drafts in order to capture just the right Campephilus principalis expression. Intense and statuesque. Not an easy thing to do since I have never seen a live one.

Have you driven a Ford lately?

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While working on Ghost Birds, one of my greatest thrills was getting to drive a Ford Model A roadster very much like the one Tanner drove.
Television producer/writer Steve Dean and his crew were producing an hour-long Heartland Series program about the Ijams Family for Knoxville's WBIR-Channel 10. They needed the car for one of the scenes and found one locally.
Tanner bought his used Model A in August 1936 for $175 and ultimately sold it in December 1939 for $45. Today, they're worth a good deal more.

I found the Model A remarkably easy to drive. No thrills. Just two pedals: clutch on left, brake on right. The accelerator was a silver button, reachable by your right foot. There were only three gauges to look at: odometer, temperature and voltage. At the top of the austere dashboard was a little peep hole where the driver could actually see the level of gasoline in the tank in front of him. Did you catch that? The gas tank is located between the driver and the engine.
I grew up in a Ford family. Learned to drive in a old Fairlane, owned several Mustangs and still have my late father's Crown Vic. The one thing I noticed with the Model A was the lack of amenities, i.e. creature comforts, or comfort in general. In the 1930s, automotive amenities had not been invented yet. It was the height of the Great Depression, there were few amenities of any kind.
There was very little room. I felt like one of the original Mercury Seven astronauts, nestled inside my capsule. It was a lot of fun to take out on an afternoon drive, but I found myself wondering: How could Tanner take this for 40,000 miles? And many of those were on bumpy, unimproved roads.

I have no idea the color of Tanner's Ford Model A. But they did come in a wide variety of pleasing shades unlike the Ford Model T, which was only available in basic black. What was the saying back then, "You can have any color you want as long as it is black."

The Model A was a different story although most of the time, Jim's was mud-colored.

Tanner often ate with the swampers

March 10, 1937:

In Florida near Cross City and the California Swamp that borders the Gulf Coast west of Gainesville.

After Tanner visited with Jim Cannon, an old bird hunter who claimed to have killed several ivory-bills in his day, he spent some time with an old-timer named John Butler who had lived about ten miles from Cross City for 75 years. Butler knew the swamps well and hadn’t seen an ivory-bill recently. He also told Jim that he had seen his last Carolina parakeet about 15 years after the Civil War. After wards, Tanner had lunch—corned-beef hash, rutabagas, bacon, cornbread, coffee—with Willie Hodge and his 96-year-old mother. Jim noted that she was blind and lit up her pipe after the meal.

Tanner often ate with the swampers he encountered along the way. They were generally very gracious with the young grad student, sharing their knowledge of the swamps and their sparse food.

Cornell trio hosted by soon-to-be author Niedrach

While Allen, Kellogg and Tanner were in the Denver area recording birds in 1935, they were hosted by Dr. Robert J. Niedrach.

Niedrach and Robert B. Rockwell coauthored Birds of Denver and Mountain Parks in 1939.

The Denver Museum of Natural History (later changed to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science) employed Niedrach from 1913 until his retirement in 1970. He was a field naturalist who became the museum’s curator of birds. Niedrach was also a collector, taxidermist and preparator. He worked closely with Alfred M. Bailey, the museum's director from 1936 to 1969.

Bailey was a pioneering bird photographer and cinematographer noted for his fieldwork. Bailey and Niedrach worked on several projects together. In 1951, they coauthored Stepping Stones across the Pacific, in 1953, The Red Crossbills of Colorado, in 1965, the two-volume Birds of Colorado and in 1967, they published Pictorial Checklist of Colorado Birds: with brief notes on the status of each species in neighboring states of Nebraska, Kansas, New Mexico, Utah and Wyoming.

The limits of science in the 1930s

Author and history professor (Virginia Tech) Mark Barrow writes in his wonderful book Nature's Ghosts:

"The 1920s and 1930s marked a watershed in the evolution of policies and scientific practices related to endangered species in the United States. While naturalists had long shown a keen interest in the plight of vanishing wildlife, for the first time they possessed the training, conceptual tools, techniques, financial backing, and desire to begin more thorough investigations of those species in the field. The three studies chronicled in this chapter [Alfred O. Gross: heath hen, James T. Tanner: ivory-billed woodpecker and Carl Koford: California condor] were born of a optimistic belief that if enough could be learned about the life history, behavior, and ecology of vanishing animals, they might be snatched from the jaws of extinction.”

“In the cases of Tanner and Koford, the single most important proposal was to restrict human access to and modifications of areas known to be prime ivorybill and condor habitat. Yet, given the larger political, social, and economic climate of the time, even those modest recommendations faced stiff resistance from individuals who had prior claims on the landscapes on which these species depended to survive.”

“While Koford and his colleagues overcame much of that resistance, [indeed, the California condor unquestionably still flies today] the National Audubon Society failed to stop logging on the Singer Tract. Clearly, science alone could achieve only so much without a larger change in values.”

- From Nature’s Ghosts: Confronting Extinction from the Age of Jefferson to the Age of Ecology, by Mark V. Barrow, Jr.

Hope is the thing with feathers

As my friend Chris Cokinos so aptly pointed out, quoting the Belle of Amherst, “Hope is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all.”

Never stops at all. That’s our hope. For if a bird as plentiful as the passenger pigeon and one as leery and lost as an ivory-bill can both go extinct, then there is no hope.

Although I have known Nancy Tanner for over 12 years (we are both members of the local bird club) and knew of her connection to the ivory-billed woodpecker, it was really Chris Cokinos’ book that first set my mental gears in motion.

His Hope Is the Thing with Feathers: A Personal Chronicle of Vanished Birds, first published in the year 2000, is a look at several lost avian species: Carolina parakeet, heath hen, great auk, passenger pigeon, Labrador duck and the ivory-billed woodpecker that are extinct or nearly so. (The jury is still out on the ivorybill and may be sequestered for many years to come. Read Scott Weidensaul’s The Ghost with Trembling Wings.)

If have not read “Hope” then please stop reading this and run out and buy a copy. Don’t check it out of the library; authors struggle to make ends meet.

I was lucky to meet Chris a few years ago when he came to Ijams Nature Center to speak.

Many thanks Chris, for your words of support. My book about Jim Tanner is finally finished.

- Photo of Christopher Cokinos and Nancy Tanner taken January 15, 2007 at Ijams Nature Center in Knoxville.

Sonny Boy negatives found

For me, a postscript to this story came on Friday, July 3, 2009. Books such as Ghost Birds are assembled from thousands of shards and pieces, like an explosion in reverse. I had gotten a phone call from Nancy Tanner two days earlier. She had located an envelope of old ivory-bill prints and negatives she did not know she still had in her home. Jim had donated almost all of the original material to Cornell or the Tensas River National Wildlife Refuge—those items are now archived at L.S.U.—in the late 1980s. Nancy and I agreed to one of our customary lunches, which she prepared for me.

With a Wimbledon semifinal match on in the background (American Andy Roddick beat Britain’s own Andy Murray, 6-4, 4-6, 7-6, 7-6), we discussed a wide range of topics. (If there’s anything Nancy loves more than discussing a wide range of topics, it’s tennis.) Afterwards, we cleared the dining-room table and I began to sort through the material. I soon came across the first precious slice of history, one of the original negatives of J.J. Kuhn and the young ivory-bill, and then another and another. My heart began to pound. The exact whereabouts of the original negatives had been a mystery.

“Goodness, Nancy do you know what these are?”

By the time I worked my way through the stack of material, we learned that Jim had actually taken at least fourteen photos that day. Yes, fourteen! I said to Nancy, “Does anyone in the world know this?” And at that moment, we both realized that perhaps we were the only two people who did.

On his 24th birthday: March 6, 1938, after he calmed his jitters and “buck fever,” Jim had been able to reel off over a dozen black-and-white photos, some of the most memorable photographs in the annuals of natural history; a series of indelible images that show the frenzied nestling close up, outside the safety of its nest hole. An excited young male Campephilus principalis that in a matter of minutes had climbed all over woodsmen Kuhn, like a hyper cat on a scratching post. Be still my beating heart!

For my article about this day that appeared in the September issue of Smithsonian go to: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/A-Close-Encounter-With-the-Rarest-Bird.html.

Jim Tanner's childhood

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James T. Tanner was born in this house on North Main Street in Homer, New York on March 6, 1914. I visited Homer in August 2007.


His father C.J. owned a dry goods store in the center of town.

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