the bird community is crashing everywhere and the little oases in the

cities like the park are vital in the unravelling. and you have to feel

for the humans that can't make the change and the ones who also disappear

or are displaced, for increasingly, there is nowhere viable to go, but the

birds, who could once go anywhere they needed, who's very winged

existence suggested freedom, are crashing for lack of habitat and

lighted towers built in the paths of ancient migrations. when the birds 

are silent there will be the sound of engines, and when the engines 

are silent there will be the sound of the memory of birds.