PNW is already experiencing this. We’ve had a huge decline in our bird populations. Our dawn chorus doesn’t happen anymore. Feeders stay full far longer. Last few summers we cooked 2 sets of baby birds. Our insect populations are failing, and baby birds rely on them.
I miss it. It’s the music of nature. 🦋🌱
I was always conscious of sounds in nature which my ears could never hear,—that I caught but the prelude to a strain. She always retreats [as mass extinction advances]. Away behind and behind is she and her meaning. Will not this faith and expectation make to itself ears at length?
I have had a fear since I was 12 years old, that due to the massive dieoff in both insect and bird populations, I might someday wake up and not hear birds in trees in summer. Just a deafning silence.
Now as I am 33, I have noticed quite the drop in bird noise. I fear this may become reality before I leave this place again.
In my youth, anytime you went for a spring or summer drive longer than an hour or so, you had to clean all the bugs off the windshield. Now, not so much.
It will sing once we’re gone. Remember the planet has been here long before man, and it’ll be here after man. Species have come and gone.
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PNW is already experiencing this. We’ve had a huge decline in our bird populations. Our dawn chorus doesn’t happen anymore. Feeders stay full far longer. Last few summers we cooked 2 sets of baby birds. Our insect populations are failing, and baby birds rely on them.
I miss it. It’s the music of nature. 🦋🌱
I was always conscious of sounds in nature which my ears could never hear,—that I caught but the prelude to a strain. She always retreats [as mass extinction advances]. Away behind and behind is she and her meaning. Will not this faith and expectation make to itself ears at length?
I have had a fear since I was 12 years old, that due to the massive dieoff in both insect and bird populations, I might someday wake up and not hear birds in trees in summer. Just a deafning silence.
Now as I am 33, I have noticed quite the drop in bird noise. I fear this may become reality before I leave this place again.
In my youth, anytime you went for a spring or summer drive longer than an hour or so, you had to clean all the bugs off the windshield. Now, not so much.
It will sing once we’re gone. Remember the planet has been here long before man, and it’ll be here after man. Species have come and gone.
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