Once again we learn the hard-earned lesson of life in a cradle-to-grave permitocracy: You can’t do anything without first getting a license and paying some bureaucrat a fee for the privilege. You have no “right” to do anything.
As we learn in today’s newspaper, hummingbird rescuer Marion Brady is this week’s recipient of that lesson. After being featured in the paper in a heart-warming little feature story a week ago, Brady was shut down two days later for running a-fowl of the long arm of the law.
You see, the uncompensated act of rescuing and rehabilitating hummingbirds and just about any other migratory bird requires permits from both the state Department of Wildlife and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. As one of the bureaucrats explained, our government overlords have determined they can’t have people “just removing wildlife from the wild on a whim” and there must be “some order to things.”
Saving a bird’s life is a whim?
So what does this teach us, gentle reader? Why, the same lesson land owners got from the Endangered Species Act: “shoot, shovel and shut up.”
If you can’t rescue them, bury them before the pistol-packing wildlife enforcement agents show up to to cuff you and seize your property.
That’s the lesson a little girl and her mother learned after trying to rescue a woodpecker from the family cat — a $535 fine of a lesson.
Today’s story helpfully informs that there are three bird rescue permit holders in Southern Nevada, but it never bothers to mention just who they are. Nor does it mention how much it costs or what training is required to become a licensed and certified bird humanitarian.
Come to think of it, I hope the wildlife federales don’t come after my wife for deigning to fish those two killdeer chicks out of the pool instead of letting them meet their naturally ordained fate in the skimmer.
While we are on the topic, it might be worth mentioning that on the same day the Review-Journal published the feature story on Brady rescuing hummingbirds, it published a story about a disabled man getting arrested on the Strip for not having a license to give away bottled water in exchange for donations. Three days later the paper published a cute story about an 11-year-old selling lemonade in her driveway. Perhaps a folo, in the jargon journalistic, is due?
Here is video of the woodpecker rescuer on national television:
Here is video of an economist explaining unintended consequences, such as “shoot, shovel and shut up”: