A personal message from Ms. Warren...

    Birds, which have been the primary subject of my painting these many years, are disappearing worldwide.  Some of my clients in England have reported a sharp reduction in the population of songbirds there.  The "Dawn Chorus" is not what it used to be.  My earliest memories are of the blackbirds, chaffinches and other species that would greet an English morning.

    The thought of no longer hearing that chorus saddens me beyond words, but that risk is real.  Here on Vancouver Island, where I have lived since I was nine, several endangered and threatened species of birds are still to be found - the Western Screech Owl and the Goshawk, for example.

    This is due not to direct pollution, nor intentional human predation of flora and fauna, but to the conversion of habitat for profit.  It really is the habitat that is at risk.

    When I visited the Sooke Hills recently, I was struck by their serenity.  The silence was punctuated only by the sounds of a flock of crossbills, the tapping of a hairy woodpecker and the tinkling of golden-crowned kinglets high in the forest canopy.  (Chainsaws and bulldozers do not sooth the soul in the same way!)

    Scientists may claim that they can clone lost species from laboratory samples, but that will not bring them back from extinction, because without their natural habitat as well, they cannot live.

    It may not be too late. The bottom line is: we need to preserve their habitat in order to preserve our own.  The two are one.

    The following is a poem I wrote for the Spotted Owls.  It is called "Here In Peace" and speaks from the owls' point of view:

    Thank you for supporting critical habitat preservation efforts. Please continue to contribute and share your vision, your creativity and your belief.

 

            "Here in Peace"

            We ask nothing
            Only to live here
            In the green stillness
            Far from sounds
            Of metal and man:

            Before he existed
            We knew the aeons;
            Down from the dawn age
            We raised our chicks,
            Hunted and were content.

            Now men claim all:
            Clamouring, breeding
            And building strange nests
            Side by side
            Without thought or respect.

            We ask them
            To leave us in peace
            As part of the living earth:
            They were chosen
            To guard and cherish

            All the rest of us
            Who dwell in its lands and oceans.

                       - M. Morgan Warren