Poetry – Denial

Denial

 

Five million creatures fried

As the fires of global warming

Shroud the globe in smoke.

Australia, Indonesia and California burn,

As humanity never seems to learn.

And the ecology of the world lies broke.

 

Floods, storms and droughts,

In the extreme,

Stalk the world.

Glaciers melt,

Corals bleach

As the tragedy unfurled.

 

Despite the palls of smoke

Filling the sky

There are still those

Who will deny.

 

Opher – 2.1.2020

 

 

They estimate that five hundred million creatures have already been burnt to death in the terrible fires sweeping through Australia.

Three years of severe drought followed by a record high temperature has produced a catastrophe waiting to happen.

It has been replicated in Indonesia and California.

While hurricanes, typhoons and tropical storms batter countries, sea levels rise, desertification increases, seas warm, corals bleach and there is record rainfall and floods.

All predictably following the computer modelling.

Once again the hottest global temperature on record.

What were one in a century events are now happening every year.

I sit in Britain where we have flooded towns, fields that resemble lakes and a year’s rainfall falling in days.

Carbon Dioxide levels are at a record. The greenhouse effect is real. Yet there are those who still believe this is nothing to do with man, is just a natural cycle and deny any link.

They point to solar output.

Yet they is no increased solar activity. There is a greenhouse effect though.

Trump, Xi Jinping, Bolsonaro and Morrison just want to burn fossil fuel for short-term profit. They don’t give a damn about the future.

I wish a plague of fleas, leeches and horse-flies on all of them.

Surely, even if it were caused by solar effects, there are things we can do to rectify the situation. We could move to renewables and away from coal, oil and gas. We could plant trees. We could stop destroying forests and wetlands. These things would not do any harm and might solve the problem (however it was caused).

Let’s get the carbon dioxide out of the damn atmosphere, protect our wildlife, limit our numbers and start behaving responsibly!!!

Photography – the Dales

Photography – the Dales

We met up with friends for a few days walking, talking and drinking in the Dales! Great fun.

Day 1 – it rained! But what do expect? It wouldn’t be green if it wasn’t for the rain.

If you click on the pictures they blow up into much better shots.

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We stayed in Austwick at the Game Cock – nice beer and food!

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Good and Bad news from the Conservation front.

Poetry – Gorilla – an elegy to the inevitable demise of a relative of ours.

Poetry – Gorilla – an elegy to the inevitable demise of a relative of ours.

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We share ninety nine per cent of our genes with the chimpanzees and gorillas. They are the closest relatives we have left after we eradicated our fellow human Neanderthals.

They are sentient, intelligent and peaceful. We are sentient, intelligent and ruthless.

They are hunted for bush-meat. Their babies are prised away from their dead mothers and sold. Their hands and feet are hacked off and sold as trophies.

The forests they live in are opened up with logging roads for the hunters to exploit; then the trees are sawn down to leave bare soil.

Their numbers decrease and the destruction is relentless as our numbers soar and greed, selfishness and necessity create a tsunami that is rolling over nature.

It fills me with hopeless despair.

Gorilla

Ninety nine per cent of us

Living wild and free;

Tight-knit family –

How we’d like to be.

 

Wandering, playing at ease

As they roam around.

Eating, watching

Secure in their ground.

 

Around them trees are tumbling

Sounds of chain-saws whir;

Disturbing peace,

Shivering the fur.

 

Yet it could be a sly shot

To snag easy meat,

Snatching a baby –

Chopping trophy feet.

 

Encroaching ever nearer

Inevitable

Cruel destruction

Writings on the wall.

 

Opher 16.7.2015

Poetry – I am a gorilla – A poem to humanity (who has none).

Poetry – I am a gorilla – A poem to humanity (who has none).

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I am a gorilla

We haven’t been around so long and yet we’re running the planet. We’re out of control.

We think we’re so clever but look at the mess we’re making of things!

We can be so kind but we are the cruellest animal who ever evolved.

We run on power.

We desire more.

We fight for more than we could ever need.

Our greed is extraordinary. We’re like wolverines in a chicken-run.

The planet’s become our play thing.

And we’ve only just begun!

 

I am a gorilla

 

I am a gorilla

In a garden without a single tree

A crazy, bemused chimpanzee

Who built a lavatory.

 

My madness runs

In my veins and DNA.

Inherited through my genes

To bring atoms into play.

 

From the African Savannah

Right out to the stars

We’re the naked chimps

Who string up guitars.

 

I know I am a mad ape

Creating cities and the gun

Fanatical religions

And we’ve only just begun.

 

Opher 15.8.2015

Animal rights – What would be the effect of giving ‘human’ status to gorillas, chimps and whales?

Animal rights – What would be the effect of giving ‘human’ status to gorillas, chimps and whales?

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As a number of animals (Gorillas, Chimps, Orangutans, Whales, Dolphins, Porpoises etc.) have a large intelligence it makes sense to regard them as ‘people’ – individuals with their own consciousness and sense of identity.

By accepting their level of sentience and conferring ‘human’ status on them we would automatically confer status.

It would, in law, be an act of murder to kill one of these animals. Hunting them would be a major crime. To imprison, torture or be cruel to one of them would open the abuser to a different level of justice through the courts.

I believe it would make a big difference to the life of these creatures and help humans too. We need to become more civilised and develop a far better attitude to nature and the needs of life on this planet.

What do you think?

Pete Smith’s Cartoons of Genius – Science and the beauty of the world

Pete Smith’s Cartoons of Genius – Science and the beauty of the world

 

There’s a beautiful world out there. Science should help us learn how it works and make it even better.

All too often science is used for profit and serves only to create a dustbin out of beauty.

Scientists should be life-affirming, enhancing and promoting wonder. That is what science is about.

There’s a beautiful world out there. We have to look after it – not turn it into a rubbish dump.

Pete Smith’s Cartoons of Genius – The world we are creating in the rush for profit and growth.

Pete Smith’s Cartoons of Genius – The world we are creating in the rush for profit and growth.

 

The capitalist system runs on profit and depends on growth. There are always shortcuts. Legislation is circumvented. All that matters is the bottom line.

In the process nature takes second place. The environment is trashed for quick bucks and the planet suffers.

We are all part of that unique biosphere. Our numbers are out of control. Our activities are changing the climate. Our pollution levels, habitat destruction and expansion are killing wild-life at an alarming rate. We are trashing the planet. In the course of that we will end up wiping ourselves out. We are part of that biosphere and cannot live outside it. What fools we are.

If we wish to prevent Pete’s vision of the future (from 1971) becoming a reality we have to use our intelligence and take measures to put things right. I suggest:

  1. Limiting our numbers
  2. Giving 50% of the planet to humans and 50% to undisturbed wilderness
  3. That we stop deforestation immediately
  4. That we stop the killing of wildlife
  5. That we bring in alternative non-polluting energy sources
  6. That we stop polluting the environment

All of that is possible. We just need to have the correct priorities.

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.