Today, too, I’ve been blogging elsewhere, this time at the sadly neglected Plummer’s Hollow blog, with an essay called “Three Kinds of Absence.”
Where nature’s concerned, it’s a cliché to say that every year’s different, but that doesn’t stop us from being struck by this simple truth anew each spring. This year in Plummer’s Hollow, certain absences seem especially worthy of note: chipmunk, garlic mustard, and wood thrush numbers are all down dramatically from last year. Our feelings about each decline, however, are quite different.
Please stop over and read the rest.