Over the years as I have considered different apocalyptic scenarios, death by plastic was completely off my radar.
Restraint and refinement are not mankind’s strong suits. The opposites – excess and barbarism – has resulted in 8 billion metric tons of plastic waste produced since 1950.
And there is more everyday, in every store, in every country.
Since there are gaps in my ability to understand everything, perhaps there is an alternative explanation for the plastic rain. Something other than climate collapse and ecosystem ruination.
Words from The Wizard of Oz are running through my brain. Specifically, the final words of the wicked witch of the west:
“What a world; what a world.”
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The birds in my yard have just had their welfare payments reduced. In my zeal to be St. Francis of Assisi, I have realized that I might actually go bankrupt. Honore de Balzac said that behind every great fortune lies a crime. Behind some bankruptcies, there are dozens of well-fed squirrels and birds. The amount spent on birdseed in the eight months from November until now totals what some people spend sending their kids to university.
So now the cycle is one day with feeders filled, and one day where they are forced to forage. Since I have probably interfered with nature and increased their populations, the foraging day might look like a scene from Lord of the Flies.
Feeding the birds is a good thing to do, but being a helicopter parent to wildlife was not a good idea. So now they are relearning bird homesteading skills, and I still help them on alternate days.
Sometimes they are in places we haven’t looked at in a long time. Like picture books for children.
When the noise of modern life gets too overwhelming, I find repose of mind and heart by silently turning the pages of some beloved books. Mostly beautiful illustrations and not much text.
The Velveteen Rabbit; The White Cat and the Monk; The Storm Whale; The Cinder-Eyed Cats; The Lion and The Bird; Over the Rooftops, Under the Moon; The Polar Express.
I don’t know if many adults are still capable of having their souls nourished by books like these, but in this house, we still hear the bell.
This makes me cry every time I watch it.
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It helps me to see the poor expired creature as a nice meal for a meat eating bird.
I can’t dwell on it and I won’t write about all the sad things I have seen. I will just say – Hooray for the carnivorous birds.