The little bird—a forest dweller the Hawaiian people call “po’ouli”—was treated delicately and with respect. Dr. Rideout carefully saved the little body so it could be shipped back to its home in Hawaii, to be preserved as a museum specimen. It was sitting in the Pathology Division’s walk-in refrigerator, in a small plastic bag, waiting, when I arrived at work the following morning.
I reached over and picked up that little bird, in its little bag, and thought to myself, “My word. This is it. The Very Last One.” I held that small bird in my hands for several minutes and wept for the loss, not only of the one small bird, but for an entire species, which will never again grace the Earth with its presence.
As you will know from reading other postings to this Hawaii Bird Project site (see “The Essence of a Species”), the San Diego Zoo is actively involved in trying to help preserve endangered species from all over the world. We are privileged that, even in death, we can learn from the animals with whom we share our planet.
I must offer, too, that the Zoo has provided me with perhaps one of the most powerful and moving experiences of my life—the experience of seeing, and holding, The Very Last One of something. I hope it is an experience I will never have to repeat.
Cindy Spiva-Evans, an educator at the San Diego Zoo, worked on loan as a pathology technician.
Here’s more information about the po’ouli.
Here’s more information about the Hawaii Endangered Bird Conservation Program.