Global warming is upon us. This was the scene on October 7th, 2012 at Finley National Wildlife Refuge. It takes 15 minutes to drive there from home – reality doesn’t get any closer than that. This was the large reservoir at the refuge, where for 20 years we have come in October to hear my Goose Choir, to hear the ducks gabble, to watch elk roll in the mud, to see the water circles of rising fish mirror the sky circles of eagles hunting above. There were no birds, not a one, only the smell of decay, and this evidence of the carp that inhabited the water. “Not a big loss,” commented an acquaintance about the carp. But what of the other aquatic creatures, the minute organisms that geese and ducks eat?
Sure, it could be just a peculiar rainfall year . No way to know what next year will bring. Maybe as I write this today’s rain has replenished most of the water. Maybe not. Even so, it was sobering, saddening. Is this the future of my church of nature? Please, no.