Think Igor Stravinsky. Now read the following:
Reporters are agog about a solar plant in the Mojave Desert. The plant has more than 300,000 mirrors. It seems that when birds fly through the concentrated rays of the mirrors our feathered friends ignite in midair.* Workers at the plant call them “streamers.” For more, see here and here.**
*I don’t know why, but the image of flaming birds reminds me of one of my favorite poems:
Little bird out in the snow, with busted wing, and broken toe. First I will lure thee with a piece of bread, and then I will crush your tiny head.
Anonymous student at lower middle class high school in Maumee, Ohio.
**Do you think this post requires a trigger warning for people who suffer from environmental schizophrenia?