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Driving down a backroad in desolate Apulia, a black cloud of birds formed behind a hill-- It became two then one again in dynamic flight, resolving into specks and finally, graceful darts of life. In the air: Swerving, splitting, rejoining. Aware of each and all, a synchronous response to a secret call. A wave in motion, a flowing organism, never repeating but ever the same. We stopped and looked with wonder-- How do they do that? And why? A lightning bolt: Is it a protest? Pesticides? What would we do when topsoil blows, oceans rise, food is scarce, and wells run dry? Probably nothing as organized- or beautiful.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
A Murmuration in Apulia and Climate Change
Driving down a backroad in desolate Apulia, a black cloud of birds formed behind a hill-- It became two then one again in dynamic flight, resolving into specks and finally, graceful darts of life. In the air: Swerving, splitting, rejoining. Aware of each and all, a synchronous response to a secret call. A wave in motion, a flowing organism, never repeating but ever the same. We stopped and looked with wonder-- How do they do that? And why? A lightning bolt: Is it a protest? Pesticides? What would we do when topsoil blows, oceans rise, food is scarce, and wells run dry? Probably nothing as organized- or beautiful.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
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