Wings of Change
Climate change drives the world’s birds to evolve at varying speeds, transforming their bodies and wings in a race against time.
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Climate change drives the world’s birds to evolve at varying speeds, transforming their bodies and wings in a race against time.
Entire populations of Antarctic seabirds are failing to breed due to extreme, climate-change-related snowstorms.
Small perching birds, such as blue and great tits, avoid breeding in urban areas where there are many non-native trees. Their chicks also weigh less the more non-native trees there are in the vicinity of the nest.
The red-billed leiothrix, a small brightly coloured bird native to subtropical Asia, is threatening to change the soundscape of the British dawn chorus.
Clouds of feathers light up the sky, downy rainbows of keratin that flicker in the sun-kissed breeze. Weighed down by the heavy gaze of our
Dawn breaks over the diminishing sound of forced retreat. A chorus constrained by the bare and callow noise that permeates our bandwidth. Concerned communities trace
Flitting between skyscapes the distant strains of multitudes flicker in the air. Hidden voices perched in ebbing hues that fade into the greys. Their covert
Glassy eyes stare down from vibrant yellow crowns, solemn statues lined up for shady shopping trips to markets masked with colour. Wild or caught traded
Rising heat wrinkles your feathers, hazy offerings that prick the skin and dull desires. Smouldering beneath the surface, your blood-streaked cloak of darkest night lies
Torn from the sky we clipped your wings to buy safe passage; broken bodies lovingly preserved with a tenderness denied in flight. We stole shadows