Foxes don’t worry about getting their noses dirty.
The red wolf went extinct in the wild in the 1980’s, when their range had dwindled from covering all of the east coast, going as far west as Texas, to a mere 100 animals in Louisiana. They were captured and bred in captivity to create enough of them to re-release into the wild. This was somewhat successful … until a few years ago when coyote hunting was allowed once again. It turns out that people who hunt coyotes in a region where red wolves haven’t existed for thirty years never stop to think “hey, maybe that’s a re-introduced red wolf and not a coyote”, and their population declines once more.
Today, wild populations are declining once again and some sites are having difficulties breeding them in captivity. Some estimates are that the red wolf will be re-extinct in the wild by 2020, with extinction in captivity following not long after that.
I saw no chicks with bricks or blocks.
I saw no tricks with chicks and clocks.
I made no stacks of tricks and bricks.
I made no stacks of clocks and blocks.
I saw no crows. I saw no clothes.
I saw naught but just one nose.
There was some goo. Though ’twas not blue.
No band, nor bend, nor broken broom.
No lake, no duck, no licks, no luck.
No cheese, no fleas, no breeze for mees.
I did look, for beetle battles.
I did look, for poodle noodles.
No bugs were found, nor their paddles.
Nor were any duddled muddles.
There were no ticks. There were no tocks.
’twas nothing found, for lack of socks.