From the favourite #blog of mine:
Where Do Cicadas Go When They Die?
The hottest summer in a string of hottest summers. Some 1,000 birds dying in window collisions on a single night in Chicago alone. A dramatic, if little understood, decrease in insect populations. And all of this is due to my species, to humans, because we demand more and more comfort, more ways to escape death.
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