Mickey Z. on
SmirkingChimp.com
August 2009
"Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger
pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts."
- William S. Burroughs, Thanksgiving Prayer
Once, there were many billions of passenger pigeons in America. Then the "settlers" arrived. As one of those settlers wrote in the 1600's: "There are wild pigeons in winter beyond number or imagination, myself have seen three or four hours together flocks in the air, so thick that even have they shadowed the sky from us."
"By anyone’s estimation, it was the most abundant bird on Earth," writes Alan Wiesman in his book, The World Without Us. "Its flocks, 300 miles long and numbering in the billions, spanned horizons fore and aft, actually darkening the sky." As late as April 1873, residents of Saginaw, Michigan witnessed "a continuous stream of passenger pigeons overhead between 7.30 in the morning and 4 o'clock in the afternoon."
By 1900, however, all the wild passenger pigeons had been killed by humans. Fourteen years later, the last passenger pigeon died in captivity. Once, there were many billions of passenger pigeons in America. Now there are none.
This might have been the most dramatic example of avicide. Today, the methods by which human activities kill birds are far more varied but no less deadly:
It's Hitchcock in reverse as the planet's most destructive species systematically slaughters everything in its path.
Once, there were many billions of passenger pigeons in America. Now there are none.
I don't wanna live on a planet without birds. Do you? In fact, I can't live on a planet without birds and neither can you. So, what should we do about it…now?