The Bird Twice Given Up For Lost

Deep in the east of the island, Polly followed the tree line up into a forest unlike anything on the coast, tangled old laurel trees draped in moss, their canopy so thick that little sunlight reached the ground. This cool, damp forest around Pico da Vara is the last stronghold of a small grey and pink bird found nowhere else on the planet, the priolo, and Polly had come to see if she could find one.

Duboko na istoku otoka Polly je pratila rub šume uzbrdo, u šumu kakve na obali nema: isprepletena stara lovorova stabla obrasla mahovinom, s krošnjama tako gustima da je malo sunca dopiralo do tla. Ova hladna, vlažna šuma oko vrha Pico da Vara posljednje je uporište male sive i ružičaste ptice koje nema nigdje drugdje na planetu, priola, a Polly je došla vidjeti hoće li naći ijednog.

The bird very nearly disappeared twice. Sightings stopped completely in nineteen thirty-two, and for more than thirty years most people assumed it was gone for good, until a small population was rediscovered in nineteen sixty-seven, hiding in exactly this kind of forest. Even after that, farming and fast-growing foreign trees kept shrinking its home until fewer than one hundred breeding pairs remained, making it, by most counts, the second rarest songbird anywhere in Europe.

Ptica je gotovo nestala dvaput. Viđanja su posve prestala tisuću devetsto trideset druge i više od trideset godina većina je ljudi mislila da je zauvijek izgubljena, sve dok tisuću devetsto šezdeset sedme nije ponovno pronađena mala populacija, skrivena upravo u ovakvoj šumi. Čak i nakon toga poljoprivreda i brzorastuća strana stabla nastavili su smanjivati njezin dom dok nije ostalo manje od sto gnijezdećih parova, što je po većini procjena čini drugom najrjeđom pjevicom u Europi.

What saved the priolo was patient, unglamorous work. Volunteers and scientists spent decades pulling out foreign trees and replanting the slow native laurel the bird actually depends on for food and shelter. Polly watched two of them lift off from a low branch, a soft flash of pink breast against the dark green, calling back and forth in short, low notes before disappearing back into the canopy.

Priola je spasio strpljiv, neupadljiv rad. Volonteri i znanstvenici desetljećima su čupali strana stabla i ponovno sadili spori domaći lovor o kojem ptica zapravo ovisi za hranu i zaklon. Polly je gledala kako dva od njih polijeću s niske grane, blagi bljesak ružičastih prsa na tamnozelenom, dozivajući se kratkim, dubokim tonovima prije nego što su nestali natrag u krošnje.

She waited a long while in the quiet, hoping for one more look, but the forest closed back over the birds as completely as if they had never been there. It felt like a fair trade, Polly thought: a small silence, in exchange for a species still holding on.

Dugo je čekala u tišini, nadajući se još jednom pogledu, ali šuma se nad pticama zatvorila tako potpuno kao da ih nikada nije ni bilo. Činilo joj se kao poštena razmjena: malo tišine u zamjenu za vrstu koja se još drži.