Listen to the Birds, Honorable Shamans and Fellow Pagans. Go out in the Wilds and be quiet and listen to their voices.
Or, sit by a window and listen…
Learn to identify them by their calls and songs, by where they live, their shapes and colors.
Birds stand at the gates of climate change. The trees and shrubs and grasses and even the ice they nest in, are going away. The berries and bugs they eat, are dying off.
Their eggs and their bodies are poisoned by trash, (oh the sorrow of watching birds try to eat cigarettes…) and by application of pesticides and herbicides in the places birds go.
Our airplanes and cars and cats and wind turbines pluck them out of the sky, midflight…
Listen to the birds now, while you still can.