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about the dour tone of the discussion here at Environment/Energy. I thought maybe a little levity would relieve the gloom so I have an endangered species joke. Feel free to jump in with your own planetary carbon death humor, or whatever.
A game warden is snoozing in his truck at the edge of a clearcut just outside the Olympic National Forest when he's awakened by a gun shot nearby. He hops out and sneaks around a big slash pile, and there he finds one of the locals plucking the feathers off a spotted owl. The guy spots the warden and tries to hide the bird, but he knows he's busted.
"Damn, Bushrod," says the warden. You know better than to shoot those things. I'm gonna have to write you a citation." And he pulls out his book.
"Couldn't you let it go just this one, Alvin? I know I shouldn't of done it, but times are awful hard right now, since the logging run out. We get by, during the summer, selling chain saw carvings to tourists and such, but it's hard this time of year. We haven't had meat on the table since sunday."
The warden feels sorry for the guy, so he warns him not to do it again, and lets him go with a warning. He turns to head back to his truck, when a thought strikes him.
"Bushrod" he says "you mean you actually eat spotted owl?"
Bushrod nods, kind of embarrassed.
"Tell me something. Just what does it taste like?"
Bushrod thinks for a bit, then he says, "Well, It aint near as fishy as Marbled Murrelet or Bald Eagle, but it is a lot tougher to chew."
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