The Last Bird. I worry so much about the birds; only the large magpies come to visit our fat balls and oat clusters. Where have all the small birds gone?...
The Last Bird. I worry so much about the birds; only the large magpies come to visit our fat balls and oat clusters. Where have all the small birds gone? During my visit to a bird station, they told me about the impact of climate change on bird behavior, detailing a progressively southward shift in nesting sites. The notion of a silent spring seems inevitable; will the last bird inevitably meet its demise? The painting The Last Bird serves as a means to alleviate these anxieties. As I fix my gaze upon it, uncertainly lingers—has the bird fallen from the sky or simply taken flight from the ground?