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<\/a><\/a>Westroll two blocks, past grand Italianate manors and restoredVictorian rowhouses, to a handsome mid-19th century city park\u2014the oldest in the Louisiana Purchase Territory.<\/p>\n
Paved pathways meander through 30 acres of enormous shade trees and lovingly tended flower beds, past fountains, a graceful bridge, and a gazebo, all within the protective embrace of the original cast iron perimeter fence.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s even a lake, complete with fish, semi-aquatic turtles, a small flotilla of Canada geese (Branta canadensis), mallards (Anas platyrhynchos), and a scattering of former Easter ducklings. And what Victorian-era water-feature would be complete withouta few imperious mute swans (Cygnus color)?<\/p>\n
The park is a hub of activity in afternoon and early evening. The sound of vehicles, emergency sirens, construction and commerce seep in from the surrounding streets, combining with the squeals of children blowing off steam at the playground, flag football players shouting audibles, or a crowd cheering atvintage baseball game, depending on the season.<\/p>\n
Fiercely determined joggers make their appointed rounds. Dogs check messages on trees and bushes while their humans check smartphones. Families gather \u2019round a grill, young lovers picnic on hand-me-down quilts, wedding rings are exchanged, friends play frisbee, and there\u2019s even the occasional free open-air concert or movie night under the stars.<\/p>\n Most mornings, though, it feels like a quiet private garden. The park has become a favorite since my homecoming a couple years ago. GPS may pin my location as near the center of a bustling city but the dappled stillness of this urban oasis, complimented with the music of dancing water and splashes of birdsong, sets an unhurried tone.<\/p>\n By the end of our walk I\u2019m ready to step off of cobblestones onto the Information Highway and into my 21st century life.<\/p>\n During a recent dawn stroll around the lake, I spotted a slim solitary figure standing still as a statue at the water\u2019s concrete edge; a great egret (Ardea alba Linnaeus) doesn\u2019t exactly blend in with the surroundings.<\/p>\n There\u2019s simply no point in trying when you\u2019re a 3\u2019 tall bird with a serpentine neck, clad in your breeding season best: extravagant lacy white plumes, a saffron bill, lime-green lores, and long jet-black legs and feet.<\/p>\n My heart leapt\u2014not because the bird was beautiful (although it was), and not because I didn\u2019t yet have oneon my life list (I\u2019ve seen many). No, it was seeing a great egret in this place that brought tears of joy to my eyes.<\/p>\n When Lafayette Park was first dedicated, it would have been a rare sight indeed to see those elegant courtship aigrettes on anything other than a lady\u2019s hat.<\/p>\n Great egrets were hunted almost to the point of extinction to satisfy fashion\u2019s dictate that a proper, self-respecting adult female must never be seen in public without a pile of millinery fabric, lace, ribbons, flowers, feathers, and bird body parts balanced on her head.<\/p>\n Egret plumes, in particular, were all the rage.<\/p>\n Concern over the looming disappearance of this and other bird species allowed a fledgling U.S. conservation movement to take flight in the early 20th century. By 1918, the National Audubon Society and others successfully pressured Congress into passing and funding the Migratory Bird Treaty Act.<\/p>\n It was our first serious wildlife protection legislation, and by any measure the Act has been a spectacular success.<\/p>\n Many species on the verge of extinction 100 years ago are now doing quite well. And while hats and \u201cfascinators\u201d are currently experiencing a small uptick in popularity after a decades-long fall from favor, albeit without the wild bird feathers that graced predecessors, their numbers pale in comparison to the great egret renaissance.<\/p>\n Although exact population numbers are hard to find, the species is now classified as \u201ccommon,\u201d numbering in the tens of thousands of breeding pairs, at minimum.<\/p>\n On this morning, though, it was just a solitary great egret, a noble wire fox terrier (Queen Victoria herself kept one as a pet), and me, the least pedigreed of the group, standing at the intersection of past, present, and future.<\/p>\n I spent a long moment contemplating the significance of a stately creature\u2019s return, and my own, to this historic mid western park, watching as the bird gazed intently into the water,meditating on the play of light and liquid.<\/p>\n Or perhaps something both deeper and more practical. Like breakfast.<\/p>\n Brought back to the here and now by a nudge from my own stomach, I turned toward home. But not before saying over my shoulder, \u201cIt was great to see you again\u2014come back anytime!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n