This was always a favorite spot this time of year but humans now pay someone to occupy the “informal” campground.
Filmed on an old 2009 camera, audio glitches are actually the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.
All these frogs have nowhere to sing, now. There is not one single song this year or last year or the year before that.
This is what a canary in the coal mine looks like and this is happening at scale and gaining speed all around the village and all over our little blue planet.
The concrete farmers are winning the fight against nature and forgetting that we are nature.
The apex predators need to be better managed in this corporate game where the players pay no price for the destruction they wreak on our ecosystems while extracting every last penny of profit to buy more stuff and protect themselves and their own from the very mess they are creating for everyone else.
Commercializing natural resources is a zero sum game and we’re taking out far too many species with us in the great escape from industrial misery that is sold to us as convenience.
Our sacred teachers taught us well.
“When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish been caught, and the last stream poisoned, the white man will realize we cannot eat money.” Cree Indian Prophecy
Video by Kinzie