The nest fell in early summer from a tree outside my apartment building. It stayed on the sidewalk as long as it took me to go to the post office and come back and decide on the way back that I needed to capture it. Next time I stepped outside, it was gone. Someone had swept the sidewalk or picked it up and threw it in the trash or took it home. We move on. The birds did. The fledglings did. We hope.
Several young folks are on hunger strike outside the Reichstag in Berlin. Their demand? They want the leading candidates for the upcoming general election to talk to them about their plans to combat climate change. Not one of the candidates has (not even the Green Party). They may have called the hunger strikers on their cell phones, walked past and ignored them, or said they don’t support hunger strikes, or made vague promises of engagement.
There’s a level of desperation afloat – measures being installed hand over fist for behavioral changes to reduce our CO2 footprint on a personal level – streets converted into bicycle lanes – e-mobility you name it, and the realization that this country’s emissions’ reductions won’t make any difference if the rest of the world doesn’t… wait, let’s not get ahead of ourselves … if this country’s industry and energy providers don’t follow suit. Amplify that.
The young are dispensable.
Well, I could’ve opted to tell you something cheerful. Let’s try this: went on a bat watch last week. Did you know that some bats mate in the fall when the male sits in his cave and “sings” to the female, who is charmed by his song and dance, flaps in and takes her seat on top of the troubadour. She’s not alone. He piles them on, ten at a time. A love feast. In order not to get confused, he marks them so he knows, “ah, that one, been there, done that, next?” Then everyone departs. Except the male. He hibernates, the girls take on an extraordinary trek to warmer regions, but they won’t become pregnant until six months later when they return. Their babies are the size of gummy bears, and their milk is so rich that the naked gummy bear babies grow in record time into little bats spreading their wings.
We used to have several types of protected species bats in a small urban forest in town. Only thing was, our city administration and greedy investors were so stupid to chop down the trees. Bats. Gone. Dead. Moved on. All of the above.