Texas Conservation Corps Takes Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge ( or: Yaupon, More Like no-pon!)

Day 1: Lean Mean Green Bean Machine (LMGBM) arrives at Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge, armed with chainsaws, backpack sprayers, loppers, brushcutters, and the drive to save the critically endangered Attwater Prairie Chicken. The habitat of these unique birds is also endangered. Once stretching from Louisiana to Texas, the coastal prairie habitat is now reduced to less than 1% of its original grandeur.


Day 2: Waking up before the sunrise, LMGBM prepares for their first full day of work on the prairie. After receiving some lore about the prairie chicken and the reserve itself, we venture out onto the prairie with brushcutters in hand to begin removing the native but invasive shrubby species that enable birds of prey to have an unnatural advantage against the prairie chicken.


Day 3: LMGBM brings out the big guns (chainsaws) to more efficiently combat the invasive yaupon and baccharis species. After an extremely productive chainsaw morning, we break for a well deserved lunch and get back to the daily grind of saving critically endangered species.


Day 4: Prairie chickens sited! On a foggy, ominous morning, our spirits were low but expectations of prairie chicken sightings were high. These majestic creatures are keen on practicing their mating dance, called “booming,” on days such as this because they are less easily spotted by predators. With orange air sacs inflated, ear feathers up, feet stomping, and mating calls echoing across the prairie, about ten males and females dramatically emerged from the fog to display their dance for us.


Day 5: After the prairie chicken siting, we have renewed enthusiasm and vigor for destroying yaupon. LMGBM also start showing signs of reverting to a more primitive state. We have forgotten the sounds of the city and hustle and bustle of metropolitan life. We have only one thing on our minds: saving the Attwater Prairie Chicken.


Day 6: LMGBM makes a brief return to civilization (and Mexican food). While fueling up on chips and salsa, tacos, and enchiladas, we hear rumors of the infamous Prairie Joe, a local enigma who lives off the unforgiving prairie. Many and more mysteries are solved.


Day 7: Our chainsaw and herbicide application skills have dramatically improved. This stuff is now second nature. We realize we were born to do this work.


Day 8: Compared to P-Day (Prairie arrival day), we are seeing the fruits of our labor across many acres of prairie. Where there was once yaupon dotting the horizon, there is now only fair and native grasses blowing gently in the breeze, providing an ideal home for the prairie chicken.


Day 9: Evidence of Prairie Joe found. Perhaps we are not alone.


Day 10: Last full day of work. We feast on a delicious potluck prepared by our gracious hosts at the reserve. With very full bellies, we return triumphantly to our last afternoon of destruction. Dedication blazes in the eyes of every LMGBM member as we work late to leave our final positive impact on the land. Yaupon is no match for the LMBGM.


Day 11: We return to TxCC (Snake Farm), victorious and closer than ever as a crew/family. We have conquered 370 acres of prairie, enabling the majestic Attwater Prairie Chicken to live and boom on in their restored natural habitat for years to come. You can put that on yo’ toast.

Ariana Lisefski, Field Crew Member

Warm Day

It was chilly in the morning, but it’s starting to really warm up in the afternoon.  The summer heat is on its way.  This was our last day working on the Barton Creek Green Belt, just up-stream of the Barton Springs swimming pool.  We have been removing ligustrum and nandina for the past few weeks through the rain and mud.  The area was practically a ligustrum forest when we started.  Once we cut the insane amount of material we have been piling it into long rows about 4′ high, we call these windrows.  Earl did a GPS walk of the windrows that we created and it totaled to 1500 feet (that right?).  This morning I was performing the task of herbiciding with Eraser Aq that is dyed a lovely dark blue.  This beautiful blue was also the color of my fingers at the end of the herbiciding yesterday.   This job is relatively boring.  You must wear plastic disposable gloves for the task so you can’t really do any labour except wait to paint blue the freshly cut stumps .  So while waiting for my next herbaciding task I thought a lot about my life and so on and so forth.  At some point I quietly hear a hawk call.  I look up and two red-shouldered hawks are enjoying the beautiful day flying above us, checking out our work.  My mother has always been a lover of hawks and would nearly steer us off the road to point one out to us.  So I have always kept a spot for them in my heart.   The hawks’ visit was a nice distraction from the boring task at hand but yet another reminder of why I love this job, the sky is our ceiling.

-Annie D.