Mass Transit
Each year, millions of monarch butterflies embark on an incredible journey, traveling up to 2,800 miles from the US and Canada to the forests of central Mexico, where they hibernate among fir and pine trees for the winter. But over the past two decades, substantial declines in monarch populations have resulted from deforestation; the loss of habitat due to agricultural expansion; expo- sure to pesticides; extreme weather caused by climate change; and the eradication of milkweed, the monarch’s primary food source and the only plant they breed on.
Now, WWF-US is teaming up with Mexico and Canada to protect monarchs by restoring critical flyway habitat, engaging citizen scientists and activists, encouraging responsible herbicide use in agricultural production, and supporting communities and governments in the safeguarding of migration routes across three countries.
WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Sixteen years ago, Meyer reconnected with a high school acquaintance: Donald Ray “Spin” Williams, former baseball pitching coach for the Pittsburgh Pirates and now a coach for the Washington Nationals. The two ran into each other at a banquet hosted by Pheasants Forever, a nonprofit group of hunters who conserve habitat for game birds.
At the time, Williams and his wife Mindy were scouting land in Iowa with the intention of moving back to his home state. Little did Meyer and Williams know that within a few years they would be neighbors. And little did they suspect it would be habitat restoration—specifically of the grassy, blooming acreage adjacent to Meyer’s property—that would unite them as neighbors and stewards of the land.
At the Pheasants Forever banquet, Meyer invited Williams out to hunt pheasants on his land, which happens to border one of Scott County’s Century Farms—a designation for farms held by one family for more than 100 years.
“That’s when I asked, ‘Who owns that nice land up there?’’’ says Williams. “Now, that looks interesting.”
“That nice land” was 160 acres and a home owned by the Hebbeln family, who had passed it down to their only son, Jack, and his wife, Helen, in the ‘70s. After living in Colorado for 20 years, Jack and Helen had moved back and equipped the family farm with experimental solar panels, wetlands, and ponds surrounded by wildlife areas. They received an Iowa State Conservation Award for their efforts. “That couple was so far ahead of their time,” says Mindy Williams.
Three years after Spin first laid eyes on the land, Jack and Helen were looking to sell. Meyer had had his eye on their acreage, though less so on their house, as he already had his own home across the street. So he called up Spin. Within a week, Spin and Mindy drove from Pittsburgh to Scott County to sit down with Jack Hebbeln, who said he would be willing to split his family’s land only if both buyers were right. Meyer was already a neighbor and a friend, and Hebbeln quickly understood that the Williamses would keep the land as he had, for stewardship. Meyer took 130 acres and the Williamses took the other 30, along with the house.
That fall, the Williams family moved in. While Meyer has mainly planted soy and corn on his portion of the Hebbeln property, the Williams section feels like a wild and natural park. There are the ponds, and the white pines, lilacs, and jasmine planted by the Hebbelns, but also deep yellow goldenrods and native milkweeds that the Williamses have let go wild.
Mindy, who studied park management in college, earned certification as an Iowa Master Naturalist and began studying the damselflies breeding in the ponds. She learned about the life cycle of the monarchs that took off for Mexico in September. With guidance from a beekeeper at the farmer’s market, she took up honey farming. The Williamses also signed up seven acres of farmland to be CRP quail habitat—and bought a seed mixture from the local feed store, mostly shorter grasses, to provide the quail with shelter where they could nest and hide. “I love to hear the quail whistle in the morning,” says Spin. He also wanted to stop any agricultural runoff from wandering onto their land—“I wanted to get a big buffer from Meyer’s crops.”