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Songs for the End of the Earth, #3 One Man Liked to Eat …

One man liked to eat … meat from soy-fed livestock.
One man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Two men liked to heat … their homes with old gas boilers.
Two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Three men liked to drive, to drive with petrol engines.
Three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Four men liked to cool … their houses with air conditioning.
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Five men liked to fly … to faraway sunny places.
Five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Six men liked to sit … at tropical hardwood tables.
Six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Seven men liked to build, to build with steel and concrete.
Seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Eight men liked to buy … things all wrapped up in plastic.
Eight men, seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Nine men liked to drink … stuff out of plastic bottles.
Nine men, eight men, seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

Ten men liked to have … cheap food from distant countries.
Ten men, nine men, eight men, seven men, six men, five men, four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog, contributed to global warming.

See also: Songs for the End of the Earth #2

Songs for the End of the Earth #2: We’ve Got the Whole World in our Hands

We’ve Got the Climate Crisis in our Hands

We’ve Got Global Warming in our Hands

We’ve Got Carbon Dioxide in our Hands

We’ve Got the Coral Reefs in our Hands

We’ve Got the Tropical Rainforests in our Hands

We’ve Got the Bees and Flowers in our Hands

We’ve Got Biodiversity in our Hands

We’ve Got the Human Race in our Hands

We’ve Got our Elected Government in our Hands

We’ve Got the United Nations in our Hands

We’ve Got the Whole World in our Hands.

See also: Songs for the End of the Earth #1: Old MacDonald had a Pesticide Sprayer (E-I-E-I-O) — sounds silly, but the message is that we’re treating nature pretty roughly in many places, including industrial farming…

Songs for the End of the Earth #1: Old Macdonald had a Pesticide Sprayer (E-I-E-I-O)

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Pesticide Sprayer (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Pssssssssssssssst Pssssssssssssssst here,
A Pssssssssssssssst Pssssssssssssssst there,
Here a Pssssssssssssssst,
There a Pssssssssssssssst,
Everywhere a Pssssssssssssssst Pssssssssssssssst!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Combine Harvester (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Rattle Clank here,
A Rattle Clank there,
Here a Clank,
There a Clank,
Everywhere a Rattle Clank!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Rotary Muckspreader (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Phlurrrp Phlurrrp here,
A Phlurrrrp Phlurrrp (Splot!) there,
Here a Phlurrrrp,
There a Phlurrrp,
Everywhere a Phlurrrrp Phlurrrp!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Twelve-Row Seed Drill (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Poke Poke here,
A Poke Poke there,
Here a Poke,
There a Poke,
Everywhere a Poke Poke!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Center Pivot Irrigator (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Sssssssssssssssssssssss Sssssssssssssssssssssss here,
A Sssssssssssssssssssssss Sssssssssssssssssssssss there,
Here a Sssssssssssssssssssssss,
There a Sssssssssssssssssssssss,
Everywhere a Sssssssssssssssssssssss Sssssssssssssssssssssss!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Belt-Driven Chicken Feeder (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Rumble Dumble here,
A Rumble Dumble there,
Here a Rumble,
There a Rumble,
Everywhere a Rumble Dumble !
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Spring-Tooth Drag Harrow (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Crumble Bash here,
A Crumble Bash there,
Here a Crumble,
There a Crumble,
Everywhere a Crumble Crumble!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!
And on that Farm he had a Manure Management Slurry Tank (E-I-E-I-O)
With a Stinky Poo here,
A Stinky Poo there,
Here a Stink,
There a Stink,
Everywhere a Stink Stink!
Old Macdonald had a Farm (E-I-E-I-O)!

See also: Songs for the End of the Earth #2: We’ve Got the Whole World in our Hands

Warmest February Day on Record for My Wraysbury Walk

South-West London today reached 20.1 Celsius, a record for England in February. I remember February on a school football pitch – icy wind, horizontal drizzle, slimy mud, frozen knees, goosebumps, the whole winter thing. Actually I remember public school as being nearly always cold, and nearly always hungry, but I digress. Global warming feels absolutely real and present when there’s a winter’s day as warm as, well, an English Summer.

Male and Female Goldeneye in breeding plumage

The result is visibly paradoxical – trees still bare, osiers as orange winter twigs, winter ducks like the Goldeneye still about in good numbers – but the sky blue, the air balmy, and the birds definitely singing.

A watchful Rabbit on the path a hundred yards ahead

Other than that, I saw and heard Greater Spotted and Green Woodpeckers; a resident Chiffchaff hopped about a bush; a Cetti’s Warbler whirred like an oversized Wren from the lakeside vegetation below my feet; Cormorants lazed about in the trees; a Heron fished in the river, flapping slowly and improbably away in the narrow space between the willows, rising like some stick-and-string kite to surmount the treetops.

P.S. One day later, the winter temperature record for Britain was broken again, this time 21.6 Celsius right here in the west of London, as measured at Kew Gardens. It’s of course the pleasantest side of global warming, ignoring the increased hurricanes, winter storms, droughts, scorched crops, spreading deserts, famines across the Sahel, and all the rest. Ashdown Forest (home of Pooh Bear, Piglet, Tigger and Kanga) had two major fires today, so it hasn’t been jolly all round.

Blanket-weed Sprouting in January

Blanket-weed (Spirogyra) covering pond in January
Blanket-weed (Spirogyra) covering pond in January

We’re all getting used to the local effects of global warming − garden crocuses and primulas coming up earlier and earlier (they’re flowering already in my garden).

This past fortnight I’ve realized that my efforts to earth up the rhubarb to protect it from frost weren’t working, as frost or no it was cheerfully and energetically pushing up new leaves on long thin red petioles, the leaf-stalks that greengrocers see as  rhubarb.

But I’ve never seen a pond growing over with blanket-weed in January before. Generally it’s an effect seen late in summer, the tangled green mat forming in a rather nutrient-rich (eutrophicated) lowland pond. Each green thread is a flexible cylinder consisting of a single row of plant cells inside their thick cellulose cell walls, with amazingly elegant green spiral chloroplasts inside, hence the apposite and beautiful name of the genus, Spirogyra, drawn and carefully labelled in millions of high school biology exercise books. The strands grow like crazy in warm ponds and ditches, benefiting from the excess of nutrients from runoff in agricultural areas or indeed from towns. The blanket can blot out light from the deeper parts of a pond, killing other organisms living there. But warm enough for blanket-weed in January? That’s something new.

Jenny Turner on Naomi Klein on Climate Change

But it’s difficult to spot climate change as it happens, because it moves so spasmodically and is by its nature “place-based”. What do I know about the mines of Nauru or gas flares on the Niger Delta? What can I do about flooding in the Maldives or New Orleans? “Sacrifice zones” is what Klein chillingly calls the places most depredated: “Poor places. Out-of-the-way places. Places where residents lack political power, usually having to do with some combination of race, language and class.” But even in the rich world, most people don’t notice the dwindling of nature in their parks and gardens; or if they do, they are so sickened, they have to stop noticing right away. Which is why Klein sees the living wage as a climate issue. The main reason so many people are so careless is because they are worn out.

Jenny Turner: This Changes Everything: Capitalism vs the Climate by Naomi Klein – review. The Guardian, 19 September 2014

Turner also mentions Is Earth Fucked? —in which Geophysicist Brad Werner says yes, definitely, unless (Klein adds) citizens seriously oppose capitalism (and yes, that’s really the title of his paper)

Unquestionably Globally Warmer

“We have a clear signal that our climate is changing, and when you look at the evidence it’s because of human activities. The evidence is so strong I don’t know why we are arguing any more”.

So said Don Wuebbles of the University of Illinois. He pointed out that the world has just had the hottest year for 1,700 years, very probably for 5,000 years.

NOAA 1880-2014 global average temperature anomaly
NOAA 1880-2014 global average temperature anomaly: recent decades, and especially the most recent twenty years, have been the warmest since records began. Global warming is under way

Thirteen of the fifteen warmest years ever recorded in Britain have been since 2000: the others were just before then. 2014 had the hottest summer for 350 years (when local records began). There is no doubt that we are experiencing climate change in these islands.

Around the world, the pattern is as clear as crystal: rapid, global warming, especially strong in the furthest northern climes, as in Alaska. There, the warming is drastic. Permafrost, which stores enormous reserves of carbon locked away in frozen peat, is melting: and the fossilized plant material, exposed to the air for the first time in millennia, is starting to oxidize. There is nothing to stop all the rest of it melting away.

Actually, the story up in the far north is more frightening than that. The warmer it becomes, the more three different positive feedback cycles collaborate to speed up global warming even more.

  • First, as mentioned, the permafrost is melting. That releases carbon to the air, as the greenhouse gas carbon dioxide, which accelerates the warming and melting.
  • Second, as the ice vanishes, the albedo (reflectivity) of the once-frozen north goes down dramatically, from icy white (reflecting most of the sunlight that hits it) to muddy brown or black (hardly reflecting anything). The ground absorbs more sunlight, so it becomes warmer, accelerating the melting and oxidation of carbon; and it directly contributes to having a warmer planet.
  • Thirdly, as the lakes and pools lose their ice cover, enormous amounts of methane hydrates, chilly masses of carbon-rich material in the icy mud, collapse and release streams of bubbles of methane gas, a far more potent greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide. If it were to be burnt, carbon dioxide would be released; unburnt, it accelerates global warming still more rapidly.

Back in Britain, everyone noticed that the weather in late 2014 was exceptionally warm. October and November in my childhood were leafless windy months with what seemed to be incessant grey skies and driving rain that churned football pitches into cold greasy mud. This time around, it was possible to work outside in shirtsleeves to the end of November. The change? Out of all recognition. It was a wholly new climate.

But the weather is not the climate. Britain is now in winter’s grip. Scotland shivers down to -15 Celsius. Here, under clear blue skies, the Birch trees glitter in the nearly horizontal sunlight. A greater spotted woodpecker, calling “Chik!” loudly, flies into the canopy of a Birch, clings to the elegant white trunk, the few remaining triangular leaves shining a rich yellow. The woodpecker bounds off, its wings whirring in short bursts.

The cold weather, like the increasingly violent storms that brought down two trees in the reserve last week, is part of the warming pattern too. The atmosphere has more energy than before: warmer air masses meet cold ones with a higher difference in temperature, releasing more powerful storms than we ever used to see. Winters can be colder, wetter, and windier as a result: more trees fall; more valleys flood. It may not feel warmer, but this is a direct consequence of climate change. Feel like denying it? Look at the evidence. It’s all around you.