This year he had just sent out the invitations when someone – a reporter, probably – broke the bad news to him. What did this funny man quip in response?
"We'll still have it," he said, "but we'll be serving barbecued piping plover. I hear it tastes like chicken."
Barbecuing a federally threatened species! That’s too much! But I don’t blame him. I really really hate it when my parties are disrupted because my local government is trying to protect a threatened species.
According to the New York Times:
Federal regulations impose a fine of up to $10,000 for disturbing the tiny birds and prohibit launching fireworks within three-quarters of a mile of a nest.
I wonder if the Della Famina party qualifies as a disturbance?