Meet Grus americana, the whooping crane: a towering, snow-white bird with a wingspan stretching more than seven feet. Instead of chirping, they “whoop,” letting out a trumpet-like call that carries for miles. With jet-black wing tips and dagger-like bills, they stalk the shallows for lunch—reptiles, voles, and the occasional berry. Every spring, males leap, flap, and toss grass into the air to impress potential mates. If the performance lands, they pair for life. These devoted couples fly 2,500 miles each year, migrating between Canada and the Gulf Coast. But their path is fraught as they pass over oil fields, wind farms, and cities. Now, under the Trump administration, the Fish and Wildlife Service won’t take enforcement action against any private party that accidentally kills migratory birds. There are only 800 of these cranes left. Don’t let the president get away with spoiling their nesting and feeding grounds. To help, donate here. —Elena Clavarino