When you land at the Tampa International Airport, you can’t miss the 21-foot flamingo. At first, I rolled my eyes; after all, flamingos are always in our face here in Florida. But recently I’ve realized the disruptive aspect of this art installation. It doesn’t show off the lawn ornament’s iconic shape. Instead, it confronts us with a massive and naturalistic pink head and knobbly feet, as it would be seen below the surface of shallow water. It places us with a shrimp’s eye view of this startling creature, immersed in its world. This is an important shift in perspective. After all, flamingos were here long before humans began to populate the peninsula thousands of years ago. Florida is the flamingo’s birthright. The title of the airport art installation is “Home.” At a recent dinner party, I asked the dozen Florida folks seated around the table why the flamingo is so often used as a symbol for Florida. “Because it’s so striking and pink.” “Because it’s so beautiful.” “Because it’s so exotic looking.” I probed, “And is it native? Is it supposed to live here? Does it live here?” My friends frowned and looked at each other uncertainly. They didn’t think so. We do have captive ones, of course, in places like Sunken Gardens. One friend said, “Isn’t it from Africa? Or the Caribbean?” Until recently, the official government stance was similar. In 2018, Steven Whitfield and other researchers from the Flamingo Working Group set about to answer the question: Are flamingos native to Florida? They delved into archives and museum collections and found abundant evidence that thousands of flamingos lived and bred here prior to 1900. The misclassification was understandable because flamingos were one of the first species to be extirpated from the state. By 1925, people had killed them all, for feathers to adorn ladies’ hats and, believe it or not, for food. This only left the captive ones and the occasional escapee. Flamingos going on to become a symbol of Florida belies this loss. The one kind of flamingo we can’t seem to keep around is the kind that has a heartbeat. My friends remembered that Hurricane Idalia blew a flamingo into Fort DeSoto Beach. Unfortunately, tourists chased it away by repeatedly coming too close to snap selfies. Its compatriot up at Honeymoon Island didn’t last much longer; kids throwing rocks at it didn’t help. Despite this tepid welcome, in the last few years flamingos have started to resettle in the state quietly. As large and showy as the bird is, there can be a hundred of them in the islands of Florida Bay without any passing boaters spotting them since they often forage in ponds encircled by thick mangroves. It’s a miracle that the American Flamingo is tentatively coming back here of its own accord. We need to do what we can to welcome and protect it. Ironically, since Florida’s flamingos disappeared so many decades before the Endangered Species Act was a thing, it is not listed as endangered. Yet, with sea level rise threatening its habitat in the Caribbean, it may need Florida now more than ever if it is to survive as a species into the future.
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