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.
This coupled with the decline of insect populations (as someone who regularly drives from Missouri to Georgia in the states, you can count me as one of the anecdotal points of the windshield phenomenon) is like the icing on top of my climate doomerism. It’s hard to find reasons for optimism.
On the other hand, I’m even more vindicated in my desire to keep moving toward a plant based diet: