A natural history of migration

This is a piece published almost a year ago as the introduction to Issue 2 of Avis Magazine. I shouldn’t re-read my own work, because all I see are its flaws, but the subject of migration and immigrants somehow looms even larger today than it did last winter.

Sandhill cranes in Indiana, on their way south.


A natural history of migration

On the grand scales of space and time, human migration can often be thought of as the liquid flowing of discrete bodies. A liquid will flow from one container into another until there is equilibrium. Balance. Thus it is with humans, as families move away from oppression and conflict and search out new opportunities and a little breathing room. When there are too many people or there is too little peace, humans pour out into new landscapes, establishing settlements, creating diasporas, and always seeking a home and a place for balance. A better life. Today, the word ‘migrant’ is usually followed by the word ‘labor’ or else brings to mind people fleeing calamity, strife, and every one of the four horsemen. But even as soon as humans could walk we started moving, flowing out of eastern Africa and through the Fertile Crescent to every corner of the world, making homes on nearly every scrap of land but Antarctica. Since then, we have flowed back and forth from one continent to another, as circumstance and political geography have evolved. In the deepest sense of the word, we are all migrants and always have been.

The way that animals migrate is different. Their migratory movements tend to follow cyclic paths, as they travel from breeding grounds to feeding grounds and back again. Bats, butterflies, wildebeest, and whales all travel their familiar paths year after year, following maps invisible to us but handed down through countless animal generations. If it moves, it can migrate. Even the humble earthworm makes a migration of its own–moving down deep into the earth to escape the frost line in winter and returning in spring to the soil surface.

But arguably the greatest migrators of all are those descendants of dinosaurs, the members of Aves. Birds have spent eons wandering over parts of the earth that were inaccessible to humans until we too acquired the gift of flight, and the patterns that birds traced annually in the skies have been observed by humans since we first looked up. Romans in the time of Virgil looked for returning white storks to tell them when to plant their grape vines in spring. Glenn Miller made famous the song “When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano” in 1939. And today scientists track the advancing first arrival dates of migratory bird species as spring encroaches on winter, a result of global warming. So which came first, the peregrine or the peregrination? Were birds migrating back when they were still dinosaurs? It seems like a bit of a chicken-or-egg question.

With all of their wandering and all of ours, it is hardly surprising that our paths have crossed and our stories intertwined. Some birds, though they roam across countless, lonely miles, choose to make their homes with us. The white stork (Ciconia ciconia) is one such bird. When the ancient Romans were planting their vineyards, white storks covered most of the European continent every summer, and they continued to do so through the next two thousand years. Storks are quite at home among humans and will happily build their nests on roofs and chimneys, while pastures and fallow fields make excellent stork foraging grounds. Neighbors are bound to gossip, and Europeans wove all sorts of fabulous stories about storks. With moral natures supposedly as upright as their posture, storks were said to be so dutiful to their elders, so full of filial piety, that adults would carry their aged parents on their backs as they flew. And it is little wonder to think that if a stork adores family so much that it would carry its own elderly, it would be willing to similarly transfer a human infant home from Heaven. But as humans altered the landscape more and more to suit our own purposes–introducing new elements like power lines and pesticides –we made it harder for storks to coexist. By the mid-1900’s, storks were rapidly disappearing from the continent, and it seemed like we were backing out of an inter-species contract negotiated thousands of years ago. But because of their special place in our minds, people took notice and then action, protecting natural areas, curbing pesticide use, and building artificial nest sites. White stork populations immediately rebounded, demonstrating that they are happy to make a home alongside humans as long as humans are willing to leave them the space to do it.

Though most of us these days are disinclined to give much credence to old superstitions, perhaps there are new allegories to be found in the flight of storks. They come to hatch the next generation every European summer, returning to nests they built stick by stick and having crossed the whole of the Sahara and the Mediterranean in order to do so. It is no accident that refugees from Eritrea, Somalia, and Syria follow the same path that white storks travel every year. Just like the storks, they too are searching for home in a changed landscape.

Across the pond in the New World, there are the ruby-throated hummingbirds (Archilochus colubris), sparkling little birds no larger than your thumb, who fly with a buzz like a beetle. But where a flying beetle trundles through the air, ponderous and cumbersome, a hummingbird in flight is pure beauty, all nimbleness and scintillation. They spend their winters in the warm jungles of the Yucatán Peninsula, and then in spring they launch themselves straight across the great Gulf of Mexico to the southern shores of the United States. How is it that a bird that so small that it is vulnerable to spider webs can cross five hundred miles of open water? How does such a tiny creature navigate such a tremendous distance, with no landmarks to guide them and a brain smaller than a pea? Research suggests that they steer by the light of celestial bodies and internal magnetic compasses, just as early human wayfarers learned to do when their feet could take them no further and they first built boats to pursue the horizon. (We are not born with compasses, but must build ours.) But research cannot quantify the evolution of fortitude and daring. Lost to time is the first hummingbird who eschewed the land route over Mexico, who looked out over the shining waters of the Gulf and thought, “Yes, I will go this way.

The champion migrators–those who hardly sit still long enough anywhere to call it home and therefore rightfully lay claim to the all the world as theirs–they are the birds of sea and shore. And the Arctic tern (Sterna paradisea), a diminutive but stylish bird with sleek grey wings, a black crown, and matching red beak and feet, is the standout among standouts. Arctic terns travel 44,000 miles from Greenland to Antarctica and back, hop-scotching from Africa to South America in keeping with the trade winds. These birds have been following trade winds since before we knew what trade winds were, and the appellation “Arctic” seems so inadequate as to be a misnomer for a bird that winters in Antarctica. (Ironically, there is a different species called the Antarctic tern that stays put in the Southern Ocean.) And what is it to winter, anyway, when one travels from pole to pole? Rather, the Arctic tern is a bird who sees only perpetual summer. And for a creature that can live for three decades or more, that means easily more than one million miles in a lifetime. A million miles of summer beaches–it is enough to boggle the mind.

Ancient peoples worshipped birds for their ability to roam on the wing, to disappear into the sky and return as mysteriously and yet as surely as the sun in spring. Our ancestors looked to migrating birds to give them a sense of place and time, to guide them through the world. There is surely much more these natural-born ramblers have to teach us. We must only remain mindful as we trace our own paths.


Returning from hiatus

I’ve taken some time away to focus on other things, but I am compelled to return and write here again.  This time, though, it’s not about science or nature or camping.  Not yet.  First, I have something important to say.

I have been thinking for a while, very hard, about this 94-year-old drawing.  I was thinking of it before the elections on Tuesday, November 8, and I’ve been thinking of it even more in the days since.  The top rung of the ladder says “Presidency”.


“The sky is now her limit” by Elmer Andrews Bushnell, 1920, the year that women’s suffrage was enshrined in the Constitution.  Archived in the Library of Congress.

It may seem like suddenly we have a long way to go to get to the top of that ladder, but all that racism, sexism, and bigotry was there before the election, and it’s not going to leave this country without a fight. Those of us with privilege can’t pretend any more that being passive is enough. I say this especially to my fellow white women–if you think it’s safe for you to throw your gender under the bus because your skin color or your straightness or your religion will protect you, you’re wrong. None of us are safe when hatred rules the land.

So if it’s going to take a fight, then I’m ready to fight. I will fight to protect my neighbors, my friends, and my family, to protect the human rights of all, and to protect the natural environment. I have to believe that humanity is better than this and that the fight will be worth it in the end.  This fight isn’t over until we are ALL at the top of our ladders.

I’m going to continue writing, here and elsewhere.  I’m going to keep speaking up.  This is my open pledge to spend the rest of my life fighting for what’s right.  It has been said before that the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.  I believe in that.  But I also know that it won’t happen if we don’t strive for better.  So I pledge to always strive.

Winter in the Porcupine Mountains


Cross-country ski trail in Porcupine Mountain State Park

I’d like to think that I’ve done a fair amount of camping in my life: in hot conditions and cold, in rain, wind, and sun, in a few different corners of the world.  But until this weekend, I’d never actually camped in a tent on the snow in winter.  Real “winter camping.”  This is a gap in my camping experience that I have meant to remedy for years, and this weekend my husband and I were able to make it happen.  It takes six or seven hours to drive from Chicago up to the Porcupine Mountains on the northern edge of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, not counting stops.  Since we’d never been there before, we left early Saturday morning so that we’d make it with enough time to figure out exactly what we were doing and to set up camp in the light.  We snowshoed through the state park on Sunday from morning to early afternoon.  After that, we hiked back to the car and drove the rest of the afternoon and evening, returning to the city around 9:30pm.  It seems like a lot of driving for only one night outdoors and a few hours of hiking, but it was worth it.


The first nice thing was that it meant that my husband and I had twelve nearly-uninterrupted hours in the car in which to talk to each other—something which, with busy schedules and the various demands work and life, is a rare treat.  It’s nice to spend a long time talking to someone you like, and even better when it’s someone you love too.


Second, I got to try some of the winter camping tips I’d picked up from various places over the years and tucked away in my mind.  As a testament to never knowing where you’ll learn something useful, it was a murder mystery novel that taught me that you can turn your sleeping bag stuff sack inside out and put your boots inside it, then put the whole thing inside your sleeping bag overnight to keep your boots warm for the morning without getting your sleeping bag dirty.  It worked!  My only problem was that my goose down sleeping bag packs down so small that I could only fit one boot in its stuff sack.  So come morning, I had one warm boot and one cold boot.  Live and learn.  And now there’s one more reason to try the whole experience again.


We hiked to our camping spot from where we’d parked the car, set up the tent, and had a dinner of dehydrated beef stroganoff (which was really tasty!  Prepackaged backpacking food has come such a long way.)  Dessert was hot chocolate and Twix bars before settling into sleeping bags to watch the night sky.  The Aurora Borealis was out, as predicted, but the cloud cover kept it to just a faint, blurred glow over the north horizon.  After a few hours, the clouds cleared off, and with the moon waiting to rise until just a couple hours before dawn, the entirety of the heavens was on magnificent display—every meteor, every constellation, and every last fantastic scrap of the Milky Way.


The next morning, we were up with the dawn and ready to roll.  When all you need to do to get going is boil up some water for oatmeal and instant coffee and stuff your gear in your pack, you can get going pretty quickly.  But when the vista from your breakfast spot looks like this…

Enjoying the colors of dawn over Lake Superior

it can be hard to want to leave in a hurry.  We spent a while just watching the colors evolve as the sun came over the horizon and broke through the clouds.  But we eventually got going into the woods and hiked a few miles of cross-country ski trails through alternating stands of hemlock, birch, spruce, and maple.  We spotted whitetail deer, gray squirrels, bald eagles, chickadees, nuthatches, a Buteo hawk arguing with one of the ubiquitous crows, two downy woodpeckers tapping away at the high limbs of paper birches, and a pileated woodpecker in flight.


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Downy woodpecker on the hunt for grubs

The temperature rose high enough that the snow was soft and noticeably melted from morning to lunchtime.  And it was covered in little  specks no more than a millimeter or two long, so thickly covered in some spots that it looked like black pepper sprinkled over the surface of the snow.  These little specks turned out to be snow fleas, which are arthropods similar to insects that jump by flicking  little forked tails that they keep tucked up under their abdomens.  Throughout the rest of the year, the woods are thick with all sorts of springtails, but most of the time they’re hidden in the cluttered litter of the forest floor and invisible to the casual observer.  On warm days in winter, members of the genus Hypogastrura come out to eat the microscopic detritus that is scattered over the snow, in the process making their dark bodies visible against the white background.  The surface of the snow we walked across was indeed skimmed with detritus ready for springtail snacking.  The snow was a light brown in many places, strewn with twigs and lima bean-sized hemlock cones, and drizzled with water melted out of rotted trees.  The processes of life—growth and decay—are muted but not entirely frozen.  Even in winter, the place is literally crawling with life.


It’s a great time to be outside, and we’ll be back to the Porkies as soon as we can.  No wonder Yoopers love this place.  I’m already looking forward to my next winter camping trip.

Carbon isotopes tell us we’re warming the planet

Carbon isotopes tell us we’re warming the planet

To expand on my statement in the last post that we know humans are warming the planet, here is an adaptation of part of a talk I gave at a local high school a couple years ago. It summarizes the scientific evidence not only for global warming, but for anthropogenic global warming. In other words, it’s not just getting hotter, we’re making it hotter. And we can measure the ratios of different carbon isotopes in CO2 to prove it.




Let’s start with the statement, “Rising temperatures today are caused by anthropogenic CO2.” This is something that has been said, in some form or other, by a lot of different people and in a lot of different places. Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth will be ten years old next year, and this statement been a part of the national discussion for some time now. Debates can go back and forth over what, exactly, we should do about global warming, but the statement that rising temperatures are caused by anthropogenic CO2 is a statement of fact. It is not a debate. With that, let’s break down that statement and ask, how do we know? What is the evidence?


Start with the first part: rising temperatures. How do we know temperatures are rising? Easy—we measure them. Scientists have been waving thermometers around since they were invented, and we have decades-long records of temperatures from the air, from the oceans, and from all around the world. We know that temperature can vary considerably from summer to winter, from day to night, and sometimes from hour to hour. But when you take a continuous record through all of those variations, and you average it out over long periods of time (for example, making one average value for a whole year and then comparing from year to year), you can see the long-term warming trend. The amount of warming is different for different parts of the globe, but on the whole, the planet has already gained about 1°C over the last century. And this warming trend is not showing any signs of stopping.


The IPCC, that international authority on climate change data, shows this global warming trend in the graph below.  Here, the temperatures are presented as “surface temperature anomaly”–taking the annual average temperature of the whole surface of the earth, and subtracting from that the average temperature for the time period 1986-2005.  That anomaly used to be negative, and now it’s positive.

Annual global temperature anomaly, relative to the average from 1986 to 2005, from the 2014 IPCC Synthesis Report (AR5).  The different colors are different temperature datasets, all three of which show the same results.


If you want to see what’s happening in just the United States, NOAA, our national administration of experts on all things oceanic and atmospheric, has a webpage called Climate at a Glance, where you can make your own graphs of temperatures over time (and download the data for free, too).  Here’s a graph I made of the annual temperature for the contiguous 48 states from 1895 to 2015:

Annual average temperature for the entirety of the lower 48 states, from 1895 to 2015.  The grey line shows the average temperature for the 20th century for comparison.  From NOAA’s Climate at a Glance.


The website can also graph hottest and coldest temperatures and precipitation, and you can look at states, regions, and cities, too.  Want to see what happened to August temperatures in Houston over the last few decades?  NOAA can do that for you:

From NOAA’s Climate at a Glance website.


There’s a lot of variability in those numbers from one year to the next, but the long-term trend is that Houston today is hotter than it was when I was growing up there.


So the surface of the Earth getting hotter. That part checks out. Now we can look at the bit about anthropogenic CO2. We know that we have more CO2 in our atmosphere than we used to, again because we can measure it. Below is the original version of the famous Keeling curve, first published in 1970 by Charles D. Keeling, who was a professor at Scripps Institution of Oceanography.

From the paper “Is carbon dioxide from fossil fuel changing Man’s environment?” by C.D. Keeling, 1970, published in Proceedings of the American Philosophical Society 114(1):10-17.


It shows the concentration of CO2 in the atmosphere, measured at the observatory situated near the top of the Mauna Loa volcano on Hawai’i, and reported as parts per million (meaning, the number of CO2 molecules in a million molecules of air). The up-and-down cycling apparent in each year of CO2 measurement is the result of photosynthesizing plants in the northern hemisphere taking up CO2 while they’re growing, drawing down the amount in the atmosphere each summer. When photosynthesis shuts off in the winter, respiration takes over, and atmospheric CO2 levels rise again. (Plants in the southern hemisphere also photosynthesize, of course, but with most of the land mass in the northern half of the planet, there just aren’t as many of them.)   Just like temperatures cyclically rise and fall every summer and winter while at the same time the planet is getting hotter overall, this wave-like pattern in CO2 concentrations overlies an longer-term rise in concentrations, where each year there’s more CO2 than there was before.


Scripps continues to measure CO2 concentrations today, at the same Mauna Loa Observatory and at locations around the world.  Here’s what the graph looks like now:

From Scripps, The Keeling Curve.



The 400 ppm threshold is an important one, which some experts think might be a critical tipping point for the global climate system.  We’ve been steadily moving towards it for years, and pretty soon we’ll be seeing that number in the rearview mirror as CO2 concentrations keep climbing.


Along with measuring the overall amount of CO2 in the atmosphere, we can tally up the amount of CO2 emitted by human activities. Essentially, we can count up all the cars in the world, all the factories, measure the amount of cement made (cement production makes a lot of CO2), and we can estimate how much CO2 comes from all of those activities. That would give us a graph like this:

From the 2014 IPCC Synthesis Report (AR5).


Gt stands for gigatons, “giga” representing  a factor of a billion. 49 billion metric tons of CO2 were ejected into the atmosphere in 2010 because of human activity, according to the IPCC.  That is a lot of CO2.


So, we’ve established that we can measure the following:

  1. The planet is warming.
  2. The concentration of CO2 in the atmosphere is increasing.
  3. We are adding a lot of CO2 to the atmosphere, and the amount that we’re add is increasing.


But! What about natural CO2 sources and sinks? Some of that CO2 goes into the ocean (which is causing ocean acidification, a discussion for later.) Some of it gets taken up by plants. How do we know that it’s the CO2 that we’re adding that’s increasing the overall concentration in the atmosphere? This is where the carbon isotopes come in. (This is the neat part for me, since carbon isotopes are part of what I study.)


The Evidence in the Isotopes


To establish some background, we need to understand what isotopes are, and why they matter for carbon. An element like carbon is defined by how many protons it has in its nucleus. Carbon has six protons. Add a proton, and you get nitrogen. Subtract a proton, and you get boron. But you can add or subtract neutrons, which also reside in the nucleus, and the element stays the same. You just get different isotopes. Most carbon in the universe (98.9%) has 6 protons and 6 neutrons, giving it a mass number of 12 and the name carbon-12. This nice balance of nuclear particles makes for a stable isotope—one that does not undergo radioactive decay.


Add a neutron to carbon-12, and you get carbon-13, which is also stable. Add one more neutron, and you get carbon-14, which is not.

The three naturally occurring isotopes of carbon.


These are the three naturally occurring isotopes of carbon. They can all be found mixed in as all of the carbon of the atmosphere, in the tissues of living plants and animals, and in our own bodies.


Carbon-14 is generated naturally in the upper atmosphere when a cosmic ray slams into a nitrogen atom. Plants take up CO2, some of which has carbon-14, and turn it into sugars and carbs. Animals, including humans, eat those plants (or other animals) and take up that same carbon-14 and incorporate it into their tissues. But when something dies, it stops assimilating carbon, and that’s when the carbon-14 clock really starts, with the isotope decaying at a steady rate back into nitrogen. Carbon-14 has a half-life of 5715 years, so it what’s used to date Egyptian mummies and the Shroud of Turin. But after 10 half-lives, only about 0.1% of the original carbon-14 remains, and it gets really difficult to measure accurately. So radiocarbon dating is only really useful for stuff that’s younger than 50 to 60,000 years old. Fossil fuels come from plants and algae that lived hundreds of millions of years ago. Their carbon-14 is all gone.


So then that means that if we’re adding CO2 from fossil fuels to the atmosphere, we should see the ratio of carbon-14 to carbon-12 decrease, because we’re adding CO2 that has no carbon-14 but still plenty of carbon-12. We have a prediction to test!


And not surprising, that is indeed what scientists observe. Here is a graph I made in Excel using publicly available data from Scripps, from the same Mauna Loa Observatory where we saw increasing CO2 concentrations in the Keeling curve.  It shows the ratio of carbon-14 to carbon-12, which scientists report as Δ14C (which is a slightly more complicated ratio that involves comparing the sample value to a standard value.  Here’s the equation explained.)  As predicted, the ratio of carbon-14 to carbon-12 decreases, all while CO2 concentrations are increasing.

Data from Scripps.  I added a 3-point running average.


Now for that other stable isotope, carbon-13. It lasts just as long as carbon-12, but it’s heavier by one neutron.  Being heavier, it makes a slightly less bouncy and less reactive CO2 molecule than carbon-12 does.  And that means that when a plant is taking in CO2 and converting it to sugar during photosynthesis, that plant is a little bit more likely to use a CO2 molecule that has carbon-12 than a molecule that has carbon-13.  So the plant’s tissues, all of which come from that photosynthetic process, end up with a skewed ratio of carbon-13 to carbon-12.  They have a lot less carbon-13 than we would otherwise expect.


Fossil fuels are the pressure-cooked remains of ancient plants and algae, and because carbon-13 and carbon-12 are both stable isotopes and don’t decay like carbon-14 does, fossil fuels keep that same skewed isotope ratio that was the result of photosynthesis.


So our second prediction is this: if atmospheric CO2 concentrations are increasing because we’re burning fossil fuels, we should expect to see the ratio of carbon-13 to carbon-12 decrease.  Just like we expected to see with carbon-14, but for different reasons.


And again, that is indeed what scientists observe.  Here’s a graph of the carbon-13 to carbon-12 ratio in CO2 from Mauna Loa, again generously made publicly available by Scripps, and again plotted by myself on Excel.  This time the ratio is reported as δ13C, with a lower-case delta instead of upper-case, and again using a slightly more complex comparison of samples with a known standard (Wikipedia has the equation).  For the purposes here, the lower the δ13C value, the less carbon-13.


Data from Scripps again, with a 3-point running average.


The amount of carbon-13 in atmospheric CO2 is also decreasing, just as the amount of carbon-14 is decreasing.  And all while CO2 concentrations are increasing.  Those big annual wiggles in the carbon-13 ratio are caused by the same seasonal cycling of photosynthesis that drives the wiggles we saw in the Keeling curve.


So there it is! Temperatures are rising. CO2 concentrations are rising.  We’re generating billions of tons of CO2, and the isotopes of CO2 in the atmosphere are responding in exactly the way we’d expect if the CO2 we’re making is what’s causing the increase. The last piece is the connection between CO2 and temperature known as the greenhouse effect, and that’s been well-understood since the Swedish scientist Svante Arrhenius described it way back in 1896.


So having validated the statement that we humans are warming the planet, what exactly does that mean for us and the planet?  Has the planet ever experienced anything like this before?  Those are questions for another post.

Society of animals


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A moment of reflection in the Gobi Desert, Mongolia

I just finished Carl Safina’s new book Beyond Words: What Animals Think and Feel. I found it utterly engrossing and thought-provoking, and I highly recommend it to anyone interested. He writes with a terrific, highly engaging balance of scientific knowledge and personal sentiment, and I found myself repeatedly pausing to chew on the metaphors he creates. Like this one from the end of the book:


“Anyone can read about how much we are losing. All of the animals that human parents paint on nursery room walls, all of the creatures depicted in Noah’s ark, are actually in mortal trouble now. Their flood is us.”


His point is that the lists of endangered species, the numbers of decimated populations, and the miles of lost habitat—immense as they are—are still only tabulations of what and how many, and his aim was to show the reader who we are losing when we lose each intelligent individual, each personality. And when Safina spends so much effort describing in wonderful detail the stories of animal personalities—whales and dolphins who play with bubbles and feathers and invite humans to play with them; wolves who grieve; animals who outthink each other, their prey, their competition, and their human observers at every turn—it’s hard to disagree. Our understanding of animals and of ourselves deepens tremendously when we remove the artificial barrier that segregates us from them. When we view ourselves as members of the community and part of a continuum of intelligence rather than as outside observers of a natural world from which we are somehow set apart.


But when pondering all of this, I am invariably led back to the same question: how do we change? How do we stop the flood that is us? Is it even possible?


The conservation issues that face us are both complex and massive. There are issues of poaching, habitat destruction, and a slew of different types of pollution. And arguably greater than all of those issues is global warming, which is right this moment changing the whole planet, water, earth, and air, in ways we do not entirely understand. (Perhaps more on that later. The point is, scientists understand the gist of global warming very well. The sticky part comes with pinning down the details and predicting fine-scale timetables on an experiment no one has ever run before. “We’re making the planet hotter” is a statement we can make with the greatest confidence because the mechanics are well understood and explain the observed phenomena very well. “Which means that in July 2020, there’ll be two inches less rain in eastern Nebraska” is a lot harder to predict with any accuracy.)


What is clear is that in order to stop consuming more than the planet can provide and in order to minimize the effects of climate change, we would need to dramatically reshape just about every aspect of our lives and societies. And that isn’t the hard part. Humans are a limitless wellspring of creativity and have reshaped their lives and societies countless times in our history. The hard part is that this time, we’d have to do it quickly and globally.


How do we effect an enormous sea change in all aspects of human life—and arguably all aspects of human aspiration—so that we don’t entirely lose or spoil the gifts we were given when we came into being on this singular planet? Can we ever go back to feeling that world is vast and expansive? Or will we only ever make it smaller and dirtier and more crowded until we finally find that there is no more room for us either?


I don’t have a solid answer to these questions any more than anyone else does. But for what it’s worth, I think that the answers that are on the right track boil down to changes in three basic aspects of human life: incentives, opportunities, and most fundamental of all—education. To take ivory poaching of elephants as an example: the poaching industry flourishes because, with all the cash that buyers are willing to spend, it is rich with incentive, and illegal opportunities abound when what laws exist are not enforced. But it also thrives because there is a dearth of education. On the supply side, communities in poverty cannot afford the basic schooling that would open the doors to economic opportunities beyond subsistence farming and would counter the appeal of quick cash made by shooting elephants or protecting those who do. On the demand side, uneducated buyers can be led to believe that the ivory trinket they covet comes from an elephant who died of old age. That it’s not really that bad and no big deal.


So let’s start with education for everyone. (Noting, of course, it’s always easier said than done.) But let’s start with enough education so that the uninformed have a chance to learn. Enough so that the liars and cheats and those would manipulate the system to their own selfish ends don’t have a place to hide, enough so that they can’t obfuscate the truth. Enough so that people living hand-to-mouth can acquire the skills, or give their children the chance, to improve their own lives. And lastly, enough education so that when we city dwellers paint a cartoon elephant on a nursery wall, we have a genuine understanding of what and who that image represents. And for that I look to ideas like those in Richard Louv’s Last Child in the Woods, which not only argues that exposure to nature is vital to both the physical and emotional growth of children, but provides examples to act on. Before Aldo Leopold, the famous conservationist, developed his concept of a land ethic and saw a wolf through the eyes of a mountain, he was a hunter “full of trigger-itch” who only became educated through his immersion in nature. Today’s children deserve the same chance to be immersed in a natural world that seems vast and wondrous, because only then can they appreciate as adults how precious it is.


The geologist in me sees that life on this planet has survived being frozen, baked, and blasted by meteors, and so it will likely survive us, as well. In some form or other. But the ecologist sees the fragility of countless evolved interactions in communities and ecosystems and knows that however life manages to survive us, it will not look like the life that existed on Earth before us. And humanity will be poorer for every piece and every personality we destroy with our actions.


Before we can decide what to do with our world, we have to decide what is “our” world, anyway?

Hooded merganser

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Mallards and merganser

It’s a terrible photo (and not exactly on the Chicago River), but here is the answer to one of my earlier questions: my first hooded merganser of the season. An unmistakable bird, with a bright amber eye, he was not at all happy to have me too close. He fled with the three mallards to the middle of the pond.

Now that the cold-weather birds are coming in, I can start bringing my camera with me and take decent photographs with something better than my phone. For example, this red-breasted merganser from the same pond two winters ago.  A handsome fellow!

Male red-breasted merganser
Male red-breasted merganser