Present Day
Grover Island is now forested with a mature maritime forest. This landscape is characterized by its live oaks, but is rapidly disappearing because of poorly planned coastal development and industrial forestry practices. In its current naturally forested state, Grover Island provides habitat for a diversity of wildlife, including the endangered wood stork, and is a refuge for many other migratory and nonmigratory birds, such as ospreys, which are known to nest here. Grover Island is known to have a number of archaeological sites, including aboriginal sites dating centuries prior to the arrival of Europeans on this continent. There is an historical record of a house on the island that was present in the 18th century and its archaeological remains are likely still present. Dwight Kirkland, an archaeologist familiar with the island, has stated that there are very few archaeological sites that remain as extensive and as intact in the coastal plain of Georgia as those on Grover Island.
As of summer 2006 the island is owned by a real estate development company. Preliminary plans of this company are to build a quarter-mile long bridge to connect the island with the mainland and develop Grover into a gated community with a full golf course. Local historical and land conservation groups, along with other concerned citizens, are working to preserve the island.
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