Like many of you, birds are very special to me. I connect with them like I don’t any other living creature, save my wife and kids. I photograph them. I’ve covered my body in nothing but bird tattoos.
To see that a THIRD of them have disappeared is like a knife to the heart.
Silence in the woods is viscerally unsettling to me.
Just the other day at a metro park, I noticed it and it made me quite uneasy. As a rule, I despise mosquitoes, but I should have gotten som mosquito bites in the woods. I did not. Didn’t even use bug spray.
If you’re of the forest you know that quiet means that Something Is Fucking Wrong