Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
William Shakespeare
from Sonnet 73
During the hail and wind storm last week, the Denver Post noted that in one park alone, "hundreds of birds . . . were killed or maimed by hail and flying debris." A local news station reported that, "The Birds of Prey Foundation in Broomfield has been swamped with injured hawks and owls since Monday's storm."
Our neighborhood, which is bordered by a woods on the south and open space on the north, used to be full of birds, particularly small ones — finches, chickadees, sparrows. Their chirping often woke me in the morning. Now there is only silence.
I walked Hana today in the local park in which I first heard (and saw) a western meadowlark. Again, total, eerie silence.
2 comments:
Kate, that is so sad. Perhaps new settlers will fly in from less devastated areas nearby.
Oh my, there is always a ripple effect that we often don't think of after a storm like this. When we moved to Lathrup Village we had a lot of crows (sometimes I thought too many) and blue jays, then West Nile came through, now several years later, occassionally we see both. I hope your birds recover much faster.
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