We write about the problems birds and the environment face. Rarely do we write about the many people working to solve those problems.
One of those people died recently, and we all are poorer for it.
His name was Bob Russell. I knew him as a member of the Minnesota birding community, and even better as the guy who twice took me to Louisiana to search for ivory-billed woodpeckers. (No, we didn't find any.)
Bob was an optimist, a genial man who on occasion also looked for Eskimo curlew, another bird most people believe to be extinct.
He worked 34 years as a wetland and bird biologist for various government agencies. He spent 17 years in the St. Paul office of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, retiring in 2015. He then went into volunteer mode.
Bob grew up in Chicago. His interest in birds began early. His sister, Virginia Russell, told me of a family vacation trip to Florida. Bob had the map. When the route through Georgia turned to gravel, Bob's mother asked why.
He told her there was a bird refuge on that road. He was 12 years old.
A nun who was his teacher in third grade had a library of bird books he could read when his assignments were done. In those books he learned of the woodpecker, the beginning of a 64-year fascination with that bird.