As I take my daily walk to blow the cobwebs out of my feeble boat building brain, I take no devices along. I say hi to the neighbors talk to dogs (and birds and plants), and wave at passing cars. I notice the species favoritism of my neighbors. One feeds the feral cats, encouraging breeding and expansion of the population. One feeds the birds encouraging the breeding and continuation of that population. The feral cats killed his nesting bluebirds and hunt his hummingbirds. One or more people rescue dogs, who make a cacophony as I pass. All these neighbors pat themselves on the back for their efforts. Man ain't no good at preservation of anything, especially ourselves. Our personal selection of species only wreaks havoc elsewhere.
Oh, yeah, speaking of havoc: the blog.