Where Are the Birds?
I wake most mornings now to the singular “caw” of Crows. So precious, for it comes less and less with the songs of other Birds. Where are the Mourning Doves, the House Sparrows, Finches, Scrub-Jays, … Read more
I wake most mornings now to the singular “caw” of Crows. So precious, for it comes less and less with the songs of other Birds. Where are the Mourning Doves, the House Sparrows, Finches, Scrub-Jays, … Read more
Climate grief is a confrontation of the cruel irrationality of the Anthropocene. I grieve when one of Antarctica’s largest emperor penguin colonies has seen all of its chicks die for three years in a row …
The dangers of climate change are mounting so rapidly that they could soon overwhelm the ability of both nature and humanity to adapt.