The Cape May National Wildlife Refuge is a protected area on the Cape May Peninsula in Cape May County, New Jersey. It is part of the National Wildlife Refuge System and managed by the United States Fish and Wildlife Service. Established in January 1989 with 90 acres (0.36 km2) acquired from the Nature Conservancy, it has since grown to more than 11,000 acres (45 km2) in size, and plans call for its further expansion to more than 21,200 acres (86 km2). It comprises three distinct and disjunct units: the Delaware Bay Division, the Great Cedar Swamp Division, and the Two Mile Beach Unit.
It provides habitat for large numbers of migratory birds.
It is in the Northeastern coastal forests ecoregion.
It was designated as a Ramsar site in 1992.
Read more about Cape May National Wildlife Refuge: Wildlife, Shorebirds, Songbirds / Neotropical Migrants, Raptors, American Woodcock, Endangered / Threatened, Fishery Resources
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