Anthropocene Apocalypse – The World population explosion – a terrifying prospect for all living creatures.

Anthropocene Apocalypse – The World population explosion – a terrifying prospect for all living creatures.

Anthropocene Apocalypse – World population explosion video – You Tube link.


The effects of the population explosion are catastrophic for the wild-life on this planet. We are even affecting the climate.

The population is currently in excess of 7 Billion. It is due to double in fifty years. The impact of that is almost unimaginable. Life as we know it will be transformed. The wilderness will be devastated. Natural resources will be depleted. The climate will change forever.

We are sleepwalking towards our own extinction!

Check out the video. I find it terrifying!

Poetry – The Sun was Shining

The Sun was Shining


I woke up this morning.

The sun was shining.

It made the trees dance in their dappled green dresses.

A mellow breeze

Carried the scent of flowers

Across the unending forest.

I watched the birds

Flying between the branches,

Building nests and impressing each other with their song.

Beneath the canopy

Creatures nibbled

On the verdant undergrowth.

The whole of nature

Put on a show

Of interconnecting magic.


But, as the bulldozers started up

And the chainsaws began to scream

I realised it was merely a wishful dream.


Opher – 6.3.2020

Poetry – Animals Burn

Animals Burn


While animals fry and fires burn

The perpetrators never seem to learn.

Lands flood and other lands dry

But some people never ask why.

So, profits are made and trees fall

And they do not care at all.

The lies are spread in a cynical way

And the future looks decidedly grey.

Green laws are repealed,

The truth concealed,

Money stashed,

Habitats crashed.

Time for the great backlash!!



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It was a cold bleak Yorkshire day.

It was a cold bleak Yorkshire day.

Heavy rain clouds hung on the horizon threatening a torrential downpour but we decided against the rainproofs. The sun was already blistering; the air so heavy with moisture that you could bathe in it. If it rained it would be a relief. We’d be soaked but our shorts and T-shirts would soon dry off. We set off along the rainforest trail to the music of cicadas and unseen birds.

The forest has a sweet scent of decay and vitality. Everywhere there is green – green leaves, green fronds, green lianas and green epiphytes. It feels alive. We are strangers in a new fecund world. We are searching for animals, our cameras at the ready. We find some too.

By the end of two weeks we have photographed sloths, iguanas, turtles, agoutis, parrots, macaws, flycatchers, monkeys, caiman, butterflies, moths and dozens more – each a delight to discover and a wonder to see. We have watched spider monkeys at play and capuchin monkeys cracking open coconuts, sloths slowly clambering through the foliage and huge iguanas, like dragons, clinging to tree trunks.

It felt so alive.

Our skin rusted in the sun and humidity. Our bodies adjusted, sitting on deck watching the jungle slip past, with a cool breeze in our face; rushing to put on our scant clothing to scamper up to the top for the sunrise, to search the deck at first light for giant moths, butterflies and beetles; sorting where to go, down jungle trails, canoe rides, or simply walking around. When in the unfamiliar even the ordinary is extraordinary. It is amazing how quickly one adjusts. This is our new normality.

Slowly we return home. The sun gradually loses its intensity. People take every opportunity to relish the last of its warmth, some asleep on loungers, some reading, some watching the seas for whales, dolphins or seabirds. We have left the tropical heat behind.

Back home we unpack, start on the mound of washing and go for a walk. No shorts, T-shirt and sandals but wrapped in layers of shirts, jumpers and thick coat topped off with hats, scarves and gloves.

Walking down the lane, looking out over the waterlogged green fields I could not help thinking what a mess we’ve made of it. This was the green Yorkshire countryside. Before the industrial revolution a landscape of forest, full of wildlife, now an endless denuded green desert, with just the odd crow and pigeon, plus a few creatures clinging on in the remaining hedgerows.

We live in the vestiges of the wonder of what once was. All over the world 8 billion mouths are busy devouring miracles.

Even in my lifetime I have seen the decline.

The bitter wind bites into my face. Rust is fading as the memories fade, as nature fades, tree by tree, hedge by hedge, ditch by ditch, bug by bug.

I have no camera with me. There is little to photograph. The creatures of my youth have disappeared.

It was a cold bleak Yorkshire day.

Poetry – There is a war – a poem for the planet

Poetry – There is a war – a poem for the planet

There is a war

There is a war going on. It is a war against nature. Pest and weed are being decimated. There is collateral damage.

A pest is a creature that we don’t happen to like. It wants to live. It eats our crops and lives on our land.

A weed is a plant we don’t like. It grows on our land. It takes nutrients and light from our crops. It makes our garden look untidy.

We have to eradicate anything that encroaches on ours.

We can take what we want but nothing should dare to intrude on what we have claimed as ours.

We wage war on it. With chemical poison and machine we slaughter in huge numbers. The bees, butterflies, frogs, newts, and toads are all collateral damage.

The invertebrate population has been decimated. 56% have gone. That’ll teach them! 10% of all wildernesses have been claimed by us in the last twenty years. We have laid waste to it all. It is now denuded, coffee plantation, palm oil or simply desolate.

There’s a war going on. We won’t be happy until we have beaten it all.

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There is a war

There is a war raging

Using chemical and machine,

Counting the casualties

In numbers astronomically obscene,

Laying waste the land,

Hunting the helpless in fantastic amounts,

Spraying poison indiscriminately –

Where profit is the key

And the only line that counts.


Opher 13.9.2016

Man – a genius of a catoon video that illustrates the relationship between mankind and nature.

I have to thank Cheryl and Safar for this link!! This is a must watch video for anybody concerned about man’s impact on the planet!!

Good and Bad news from the Conservation front.

Bumble bees, nests and honey bees.

Bumble bees, nests and honey bees.

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My garden is completely devoid of honey bees. There used to be hundreds but they’ve all gone. Fortunately we seem to have replacement bumble bees. Not so many but they are doing a job. They must be more resilient to the deadly toxins our couldn’t-care-less agricultural industry is bunging out to up their profits.

I was sitting on my patio and noticed that the bumble bees had taken over a nesting box. I was a bit bemused by a big gaggle of bees hovering around outside the box. They did not fly off or go in. They were just buzzing around.

Liz was worried. She was a bit scared and thought she might get stung. She wanted me to move the nest.

Turns out that the bees are drones hanging about waiting for the female to come out. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? They take forever. She’s most probably in there running a comb through her hair.

But it’s OK. The drones don’t have a sting. As we guys all know it’s the women who have the barbs. We just do what we’re told.

We are so lucky to have a bumble bee nest like this. It’s a lucky bird-box. We’ve had blue-tits in it for the last two years and now a hive of bees! Great!

I just feel sorry for the poor honey bees. The insecticide industry have polished them off along with half of the rest of the insects – goodbye voles, bats, swifts, swallows, hedgehogs, shrews, house-martins, frogs, toads, newts, warblers, lizards and all the rest of the creatures that feed on insects.

They won’t stop until the whole planet is a desert.

But for now, until they bring in stronger pesticides, we have a great colony of bumble bees – fascinating!

Rachel Carson – Silent Spring.

Rachel Carson – Silent Spring.

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Back when I was doing my Zoology degree in the 1960s I was reading books like Rachel Carson – Silent Spring and Gordon Rattray Taylor – The Biological Timebomb and the Doomsday Book. Population, Pollution and ecological catastrophe were big themes to grapple with.

I had grown up with nature, romped in fields full of buzz, stridulation, colour and life. I caught lizards, newts, frogs, toads and snakes. The ditches were alive with living creatures. The air was full of wings, feathered and chitinous and my ears were full of birdsong and chirping, buzzing melody. My eyes took the colours for granted.

I suppose I thought it would always be like that. That Rachel and Gordon’s warnings would be heeded.

My fear was that the overnight destruction of the richness of nature would shock people into action.

But it isn’t like that.

As the population has increased it has steadily encroached. The ditches were culvetted, the hedgerows scratted up. The monocultures were sprayed with herbicide and the flowers withered. The fields were sprayed with pesticide and the insects declined. The creatures that fed on insects starved or were poisoned.

Gradually, foot by foot, nature was reduced, increment by increment. No more shrews or voles, no visiting hedgehogs, no swifts shrieking in delight as they screamed through the air feeding on the flying insects. No house-martins and swifts to skim across the fields and streams.

Little by little it is being eaten away – slowly – so that nobody even notices.

There were two swifts this afternoon where there would have been fifty. No swallows where there were a dozen. No house-martins nesting in the eaves.

There are no splodges on my windscreen. No need to clean the headlights.

No colour in the meadow. No buzz in the ear.

It makes me want to cry.

Poetry – 8 Billion

8 Billion


8 billion brains

Threaten many trillion lives.

We decide what is worthy

And what is not.


8 million minds

Want to feed 8 million mouths

And they don’t care

About the damage done.


Opher – 8.12.2019



Overpopulation is the cause of the present climate and environmental problems. It is responsible for massive deforestation – as land is cleared for agriculture. It is responsible for over-hunting, over-fishing and the destruction of many habitats.

The use of pesticides is decimating insect populations.

The massive pollution creating by our vehicles, industries and domestic use is poisoning the planet.

We need to get 8 billion down to a manageable 4 billion. Problems solved!!