1 Be not thou envious against evil men, neither desire to be with them.
2 For their heart studieth destruction, and their lips talk of mischief.
Birds do not think like humans. I know that. But when I saw this voiceless beauty, I had to think…
“I just returned from weeks of roaming. This is the place where I raised a family the last two summers. This year I went elsewhere. Why did I have to look for greener pastures?
I came back this spring, all ready to find a mate or two and have some children, but noticed some changes. Part of my land was cut down, some trees were a little larger. That curly dock and thistle is really getting out of hand.
I went down yonder where the tall grasses were blowing. A perfect place without many little two-leggeds roaming about with their course, spontaneous songs. Such loud unseemly bursts of noise hurt my ears. At times, there were loud things connected to the two-leggeds. They did not often come too close, but they left destruction in their path, cutting down those grasses and plants we like to hide and feed in. I wanted to raise my family in peace.
I found a lovely dear who was very impressed with my song and flight. Not only one, but three wives to give me a large family. I have my favorite and it is her young that I help most with the feeding. Oh, don’t give me that look… this is how I was made; it’s what I do. You enjoy the song God gave us, right?
Soon the eggs were going to hatch, and I expected to be quite busy for a while. I hear a strange noise, but I ignored it, figuring it would stay out of my territory like at the other place. I continued guarding the ladies. Or tried, I had never heard anything quite like this and oddly, this noise was getting louder.
OH! It’s coming here! Right in my territory! It barrels right in! Just in time the ladies flee, but the eggs, the nests… they must remain. How could this be?!
I found a metal post and sat there alone, mourning all my unseen children. Another beast follows throwing the grasses and nests around a bit.
I didn’t go far, staying here overnight. Another roaring beast comes the next morning, but I didn’t have the heart to move. What more can these beasts do? I shortly found out. All those grasses are swallowed by the beast and spit out as huge rolls. Why must all these grasses, nests and eggs be tightly wound up?
Eventually, these rolls were taken away. To where, I don’t know. The grasses are beginning to grow again, but what is the point now? This might happen again and really, it’s too late to start another family.
My ladies left to parts unknown. Now I just wander, eating what I can until the South calls again. I’ll see my pals there. I look forward to that, one in particular. He will understand. His story is different, but still an ending of loss.
He found a nice quiet spot, fairly close to a creek. He enjoyed harmonizing with the flowing water. His ladies built their nests and most of the eggs hatched. The children’s feathers came in, but they could not yet fly. When they were so close to taking wing, big black four-leggeds came over and started munching the grass. Their heavy feet tromped here and there without a thought and some of the young were crushed. Others were able to scamper around avoiding the footfalls.
Those little ones no longer remember the horror and are now having their own families. Some experience what their father and I did, but have no idea what to do about it. What protection do our eggs and little nestlings have? I do not have the strength to turn those things away.
Our friend, the Killdeer, always tries that silly broken-wing fit of his; it does nothing but tires him out. The eggs are still smashed. The Meadowlarks, Horned Larks, Grasshopper Sparrows… they have similar stories.
Today, I decided to come back to this less than perfect place. The area cut down was not so large even though it seemed huge this spring. I overheard them talking about it. They are trying to replace what has been lost. It is not as easy as they thought and will attempt a little fire later on to see if this won’t help. Those trees, yes, they are a little larger, but there are no more. In fact, I noticed one of the two-leggeds cutting down some stray trees.
I should come back next year and not think too much about what might have been.”
I wrote this because it is possible not many know the cost for the birds and other wildlife just to get beef on our tables. People eat the beef… the cattle eat this grass. Hay is best gathered during nesting season so the farmer’s get the most nutrients for their herds. I prefer grass-fed beef (link goes to where we got our latest batch) from cattle allowed to roam rather than the cows from feedlots that are fed who knows what. There are no easy answers. I wish there were.
I focused on the beef industry today, but energy in the form of wind farms also cause loss to birds and wildlife.
Just some stuff for you to think about when you pick up that package of ground beef, or are convinced to buy a product because they boast of using wind power. I cannot think of any energy we use that does not come with an environmental price. Oil, wood, coal, natural gas, solar… The amount “needed” is continually rising. Can these things be harvested in such a way to lessen the harmful impacts?
God created the resources; He knew man would discover how to use them. Yet He created beauty and wonderment in the form of plants and animals. I cannot see that He would want us to destroy them in the use of the resources.