July 26, 2001 LA Times
* Birds and other animals thrive. Now work on as much as $100 million
worth of parks, trees and bike paths is beginning.
By DAVID FERRELL, TIMES STAFF WRITER
A lot is expected of a river. Its symbolic power exceeds any mountain
or valley. A river suggests the journey of life and the flow of time,
and has down through centuries of literature. A river bounds the
threshold of the underworld. It conjures images of lovers in the
moonlight, adventure on a raft, the wilds of cedar forests and rocky
canyons.
Which is why the puny, desolate Los Angeles River so often invites
disdain, if it is noticed at all. For 51 miles it drains north to
south through the core of the city, skirting blue-collar towns and
treeless industrial zones. Most of the river bottom is concrete,
framed by high, graffiti-scarred levees. Block walls and chain-link
fences make it difficult even to see the turbid waters.
And while there are some--poets, photographers--who are drawn to the
stark urban landscape, they generally enjoy it alone. "The problem
with the river," says urban scholar D.J. Waldie, summing up half a
century of history, "[has been] its placelessness." In other words,
the thing is one long stretch of nowhere. For most of the millions
who cross it only by freeway, the river scarcely even exists.
Dan Cooper knows the river well. He is out this morning in his bush
hat, doing what he can to bring change. The 28-year-old birder, a
biologist for the Audubon Society, is conducting bird counts in the
channel in Long Beach to try to document the river's importance as a
habitat.
Those who assume that a largely concrete river cannot support a
thriving bird population have not walked the places that Cooper
walks. One is the lush Glendale Narrows area, wedged between Atwater
Village and Griffith Park north of downtown, where the high water
table has made it impossible to pave over the river bottom. Another
is this spot, near the ocean, where Cooper has come to look for
shorebirds.
Here the river overflows the center channel and covers the concrete
flat from levee to levee--an expanse the length of a football field.
Hundreds of birds dot the wetland as Cooper pans his binoculars.
Water moves sluggishly. Where silt has gathered on the uneven bottom
there are long, finger-like sandbars, some hairy with weeds.
Dozens of species pick at insects and foliage. Among them are stilts
and avocets that are here year round, and sandpipers and lesser
yellowlegs passing through on long migrations. Western sandpipers
summer in the Arctic and winter as far south as Chile. Their numbers
in the river--already a few thousand--will continue to climb through
the summer and early fall.
"We've counted as many as 10,000 western sandpipers in late August,"
says Cooper, who began the tabulations with the aid of volunteers two
years ago. Lowering his binoculars, he can't resist a one-
liner. "Despite our best efforts, we can't keep nature out of our
cities."
It might have seemed, years ago, that Los Angeles wanted no part of
birds or fish or any other wildlife in the river. Catastrophic floods
in 1938 caused civic leaders to establish one priority: creating a
flood-control channel to protect the burgeoning flatlands. The entire
river bottom was cemented over, except at a few spots where the water
table was too high.
The impact on wildlife was monumental, as Times staff writer Patt
Morrison describes in her newly published book, "Rio L.A.: Tales From
the Los Angeles River."
"In the leisurely centuries when its waters rippled like muscles
across the broad flat belly of the yet-unbuilt city, it sustained
millions of creatures that went on wing and fin and foot. Forests of
willows and sycamores and ash and cottonwoods suckled at it,"
Morrison writes. And in the decades since, "It has been befouled by
oil and DDT and cyanide and human sewage. It has had more market
value as a movie set, more usefulness as a punch line, more potential
as a freeway, than regard as a waterway."
Cooper hopes his bird charts will help reinforce the understanding
that it remains a waterway. What he's finding out may show it is more
important than anyone previously thought. In sheer numbers of birds,
the river may rival other noted estuaries, such as the Bolsa Chica
wetlands in Huntington Beach.
"For a [migrating] shorebird to survive, it needs a number of
stopover sites throughout its journey to rest and refuel," Cooper
says. "It wasn't really known prior to our counts how important the
L.A. River was. We've documented that it's an important place along
the Pacific flyway."
Some ducks and black-necked stilts find the concrete channel--with
water only inches deep--a surprisingly agreeable home. "The less
vegetation the better for the stilts," Cooper says. They breed on
patches of mud and take to the river bottom as readily as they do to
salty alkali flats.
Trekking north along the top of the levee, Cooper abruptly stops and
raises his binoculars.
"Oh, my God," he says. "There's a white-faced ibis."
The bird he has spotted on a distant sandbar is a species similar to
the heron. It nests in freshwater marshes and is seldom seen along
the river.
"That's a really rare bird," Cooper says. He voices surprise that
Mike San Miguel, an ornithologist taking part in the count, failed to
spot it during an earlier pass along the channel. "San Miguel is one
of the sharpest birders in Los Angeles. He wouldn't have missed a
white-faced ibis. But birds are constantly flying in and out of here."
Oddly enough, awareness of the river as a natural resource began to
grow because of plans to raise levees and build parapets, a way to
expand the capacity of the flood-control channel. Environmental
groups responded in the early 1990s by putting pressure on the Army
Corps of Engineers and the Los Angeles County Flood Control District.
Led by Friends of the Los Angeles River, a nonprofit organization,
the environmentalists won concessions and began picking up support
for a greenbelt along the entire river. Waldie, the urban scholar,
predicts $100 million in new parks, trees, landscaping and bike paths
as the result of a statewide recreational bond measure approved by
voters. Work is already beginning.
"It isn't perfect," he says. "It isn't the creation of a lost, mythic
Eden. It isn't paradise--it never will be--but it is becoming a
better place for people and for wildlife."
Cooper understands that, but he also believes in the recuperative
powers of nature. Walking the channel south of Willow Street, he
reaches the end of the concrete bottom. Though high levees still
channel the flow, the water deepens and the banks grow high with
cocklebur, cattails, bulrushes and black mustard. A young willow has
taken root here, its seed borne on the wind.
"Left alone, this will support a willow forest--which is what is
happening down here," Cooper says.
He looks into the channel and chuckles. A turtle is sitting on an old
tire.
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