
Media overflows with dire stories of extinction. I walk fields and woods here on Long Island frequently, and I find some wildlife does remain. But it is sparse, and from my own observations diminishing. Oh, there are lots of some things – seagulls, ospreys, geese, deer, chipmunks, squirrels and (unfortunately) ticks. But no turtles or snakes. Few butterflies, dragonflies, or insects of any type. Far less swallows than even a few years ago. Even mosquitoes are scarce, now that all our affluent neighbors spray their yards constantly.
I’m quite aware of the anecdotal nature of my experience. Perhaps there are other locations – even on this crowded Island – where species of all kinds thrive. I can only note that my own perception seems to match that of the wider narrative.
To be honest, I do not much miss the mosquitoes, although I do regret that the bats, swallows, and dragonflies that fed on them are no longer to be seen. The price of “progress”. I never actually saw the vanished lobsters in the harbor, even as I note how clam, oyster, and mussel shells are almost absent from the sandy beaches. There are, after all, still fish and lots and lots of algae.
A tiny area of a changing planet. Nostalgia no doubt honey coats my memories, but I still think the good old days when wildlife was abundant was a much more beautiful and meaningful world.









