TROPICAL FISHPlaying around on Apophysis is a fun & productive way of passing my last days.
The endless rain persists, but last week has seen champagne Autumn coolness kick in with showers early, giving spectacular misty dawns, followed by glorious mornings of sunshine before the clouds move in to bring more showers later & into the night. Gentle soft rain. Couldn't be better, for wet season weather.
Of course the insects are in full abundance, sandflies especially.
I've had a couple of scary spider bites that have made me very sick for a few days.
The flock pigeons have arrived, but their numbers so few it makes me weep.
Once the noise of hundreds, thousands, darkening the sun, was like a low F1-11 passing over treetops. Yesterday the flock numbered less than 20 birds.
The depletion of wildlife as our numbers increase and invade the last wild places is past critical, Researchers keep giving us the facts, but it's all fait accompli.
Like the coming climate change events, like our uncontrolled numbers impacting on the life support systems, unstoppable.
So we put it down to biosphere evolution. This is what happens. Watch and learn.
Doing anything is a shoulda, coulda. Back then, when we first became aware.
But few listened and those who shoulda & coulda didn't.
Fact is we didn't & now it is too late.
How do we stop the icecaps melting?
How do we stop the ocean conveyor belt currents changing?
How do we stop the populations expanding?
How do we control Mammon, pollution?
Oh yes, there are/were ways and all hands to the pumps, but, drat, too little, too late.
It coulda worked
It shoulda worked
But it ain't gunna work because the process is in motion.
Prepare for the culling.
The northern spring flowers and we in the south eat the fruits of autumn.
Enjoy the cherries.
