Tiger Tiger burning bright (The Good News)

Like to share some good news for a change. This is from the New Scientist last month (16/4/2016, p. 6).

According to the WWF, for the first time in 100 years, estimated global tiger numbers have increased. There's a total of 3,900 of them now - 700 more than the last global estimate five years ago.

While wild tigers are now functionally extinct in Cambodia (which is, however, planning to re-introduce them), the current global increase is mainly down to conservation successes in India, Russia and Nepal.

A summit on tiger conservation in New Delhi is focusing on the goal, agreed in 2010, of doubling global tiger numbers by 2022 through consolidating conservation efforts in the 13 Asian countries within the tiger's range, and strengthening anti-poaching activities.

A recent study has also found that there is enough intact forest habitat left to accommodate a doubling of the global tiger population.

May these magnificent creatures, these epitomes of the Wild, continue to prosper in our increasingly precarious world.

Let's leave the last surreal and celebratory word to romantic poet William Blake's famous poem from his 'Songs of Experience':

THE TYGER

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Comments

ricknew's picture

Thanks, Peter.

insomnialex's picture

good news is good news. even if we fail on climate and become a small federated clan of mole people, have we been progressing?

Peter's picture

we moles underground with tigers dancing on our ceilings, mopping up the last contaminated rabbits and rats that have escaped the heat

insomnialex's picture

some shit is what it is and we live now. maybe cyborgs are next...

love

insomnialex's picture

a raccoon took out the power the other night, other than generators, for multiple neighborhoods. down for a couple hours, hard to tell where if there was an edge to the outage from eyeballs. was the most peaceful i've felt in a long time walking around able to see the stars rather than neon lights and beeping and anxiety. hospitals up and that seems right. so much waste. probably only that peaceful while fear keeps dependence inside. hardly a soul in the street other than those rushing to the edge to buy last minute needs. give it a few more hours or days, then what?

Peter's picture

Re small furry fourleggeds taking out human infrastructure: the other day a weasel of some kind chewed on the wrong cables and took out the Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland, lovely symbol. Last year rats chewed a hole through the plastic fuel tank on my small tractor. Nature strikes back. But nice touch seeing the stars again and quietness descending.
Re 'give it a few more hours or day, then what?' Yep. Peak oil would seem to mean if the supply trucks don't get to the supermarkets, it's three days max before everyone starves who doesn't have a vegetable garden and some chickens.

insomnialex's picture

guess we might need to tend to the forest. alleviate need to strike back.