Over the whole span of earthly time, the opposite effect, in which life modifies its surroundings, has been relatively slight. To an overwhelming extent, the physical form and the habits of the earth’s vegetation and its animal life have been molded and directed by the environment. The history of life on earth is a history of the interaction of living things and their surroundings. What is silencing the voices of spring in countless towns in America? I shall make an attempt to explain. A grim spectre has crept upon us almost unnoticed, and soon my imaginary town may have thousands of real counterparts. Yet every one of them has actually happened somewhere in the world, and many communities have already suffered a substantial number of them. This town does not actually exist I know of no community that has experienced all the misfortunes I describe. No witchcraft, no enemy action had snuffed out life in this stricken world. In the gutters under the eaves, and between the shingles of the roofs, a few patches of white granular powder could be seen some weeks earlier this powder had been dropped, like snow, upon the roofs and the lawns, the fields and the streams. Anglers no longer visited them, for all the fish had died. The roadsides were lined with brown and withered vegetation, and were silent, too, deserted by all living things. The apple trees were coming into bloom, but no bees droned among the blossoms, so there was no pollination and there would be no fruit. The farmers complained that they were unable to raise any pigs the litters were small, and the young survived only a few days. On the farms, the hens brooded but no chicks hatched. In the mornings, which had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, and wrens, and scores of other bird voices, there was now no sound only silence lay over the fields and woods and marshes. The few birds to be seen anywhere were moribund they trembled violently and could not fly.
The feeding stations in the back yards were deserted. The birds, for example-where had they gone? Many people, baffled and disturbed, spoke of them. There had been several sudden and unexplained deaths, not only among the adults but also among the children, who would be stricken while they were at play, and would die within a few hours. In the town, the doctors were becoming more and more puzzled by new kinds of sickness that had appeared among their patients. The farmers told of much illness among their families. Some evil spell had settled on the community mysterious maladies swept the flocks of chickens, and the cattle and sheep sickened and died. Then, one spring, a strange blight crept over the area, and everything began to change. So it had been from the days, many years ago, when the first settlers raised their houses, sank their wells, and built their barns. Other people came to fish streams, which flowed clear and cold out of the hills and contained shady pools where trout lay. The countryside was, in fact, famous for the abundance and variety of its bird life, and when the flood of migrants was pouring through in spring and fall, people came from great distances to observe them. Even in winter, the roadsides were places of beauty, where countless birds came to feed on the berries and on the seed heads of the dried weeds rising above the snow. Along the roads, laurel, viburnum, and alder, great ferns and wild flowers delighted the traveller’s eye through much of the year. Then foxes barked in the hills and deer crossed the fields, half hidden in the mists of the mornings. In autumn, oak and maple and birch set up a blaze of color that flamed and flickered across a backdrop of pines.
The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards, where white clouds of bloom drifted above the green land. There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to be in harmony with its surroundings.
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