There was a bird that people liked on the East Coast called the heath hen. It was loved. They tried to protect it. It died anyway. A local newspaper spelled out, "There is no survivor, there is no future, there is no life to be recreated in this form ever again." There's a sense of deep tragedy that goes with these things, and it happened to lots of birds that people loved.
В местных газетах писали: « Тетерев-не жилец, у него нет будущего, мы больше никогда не сможем воочию наблюдать эту форму жизни ».