{"id":23423,"date":"2012-09-21T06:00:01","date_gmt":"2012-09-21T10:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=23423"},"modified":"2012-09-23T08:41:42","modified_gmt":"2012-09-23T12:41:42","slug":"aldo-leopold-vanished-soundscape-and-wind-turbines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2012\/aldo-leopold-vanished-soundscape-and-wind-turbines\/","title":{"rendered":"Aldo Leopold, vanished “soundscape,” and wind turbines"},"content":{"rendered":"
.<\/span><\/p>\n Editor’s note<\/em>: \u00a0In a short list of environmental philosophers, Aldo Leopold’s<\/a> name would rank near the top. \u00a0I refer to true environmental philosophy,\u00a0not the Green hysteria machine of corporate wind energy. \u00a0It was Leopold who coined the phrase, “land ethic<\/a>,” and Leopold who exhorted us to “think like a mountain!”<\/p>\n I see no evidence of either land ethic or thinking like a mountain when I scan the ridgelines of Maine and Vermont, where gigantic machines entombed in cement beat the thin, delicate air once inhaled by living, breathing forests.<\/p>\n The entire ancient earth thinks prodigiously, —Rainer Maria Rilke<\/p><\/blockquote>\n It was Leopold who spoke reverently of watching the green fire go out of the eyes of a wolf he shot in his callous youth—vowing never to do so again. \u00a0If you have never read his Sand County Almanac<\/a>—you must. \u00a0It’s a life changer.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n He died in 1948, the year I was born, overcome by smoke while fighting a brush fire near his beloved Wisconsin wilderness camp.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The article, below, was sent to me by Boyce Sherwin, a friend and neighbor in my neck of the woods. \u00a0The article says nothing about wind turbines—not explicitly, that is. \u00a0Implicitly, it says volumes. \u00a0For those of you living in rural Ontario, rural France or Italy or England or Australia, rural Maine, or wherever turbines and their headache-pounding infrasound and banshee roar have commandeered your soundscape, you will grieve for the lost symphony of quietness, where “peace comes dropping slow.”<\/p>\n I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, I will arise and go now, for always night and day —Wm. Butler Yeats, “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” (1892)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n —Terry Devitt, reprinted in\u00a0ScienceDaily<\/a>\u00a0(9\/18\/12)<\/p>\n Among his many qualities, the pioneering wildlife ecologist Aldo Leopold was a meticulous taker of field notes. \u00a0Rising before daylight and perched on a bench at his Sauk County shack in Depression-era Wisconsin, Leopold routinely took notes on the dawn chorus of birds. Beginning with the first pre-dawn calls of the indigo bunting or robin, Leopold would jot down in tidy script the bird songs he heard, when he heard them, and details such as the light level when they first sang. He also mapped the territories of the birds near his shack, so he knew where the songs originated.<\/p>\n Lacking a tape recorder, the detailed written record was the best the iconic naturalist could do.<\/p>\n “Leopold took amazing field notes,” says Stan Temple, a University of Wisconsin-Madison emeritus professor of wildlife ecology and now a senior fellow of the Aldo Leopold Foundation. “He recorded his observations of nature in great detail.”<\/p>\n Using those notes, Temple and Christopher Bocast, a University of Wisconsin-Madison Nelson Institute graduate student and acoustic ecologist, have recreated a “soundscape” from Leopold’s 70 year-old notes. But the dawn chorus that Leopold heard in1940 no longer exists at the shack, Temple explains. The mix of species today is different due to changes in the landscape and changes in the bird community around the shack.<\/p>\n More noticeable is the thrum of the nearby interstate highway, audible at every hour from Leopold’s storied sanctuary, and the other constant and varied noises of the human animal. Since Leopold’s time, for example, the internal combustion engine has roared to soundscape dominance, whether as an airplane overhead, a rumbling motorcycle, a whining chain saw or an outboard churning on the nearby Wisconsin River.<\/p>\n “The difference between 1940 and 2012 is overwhelmingly the anthrophony — human-generated noise,” explains Temple. “That’s the big change. In Leopold’s day there was much less of that.”<\/p>\n The resurrected soundscape of 1940s Sauk County is the first to be recreated from actual data rather than someone’s imagination of what the past sounded like, says Temple. The work fits into an emerging field of science known as soundscape ecology, which seeks to explain the role of sound within a landscape and how it influences the animals — birds, insects, amphibians, even fish — that live there.<\/p>\n Recently, a rarefied group of scholars who work in the new field met at the Leopold Center, just a few hundred yards from Leopold’s humble shack. The National Science Foundation-sponsored workshop drew not only scientists but philosophers, musicians and others with an interest in natural sounds. Temple gave the opening keynote, which featured the reconstructed dawn chorus.<\/p>\n “Aldo Leopold recognized that you can get a pretty good sense of land health by listening to the soundscape,” Temple says. “If sounds are missing and things are there that shouldn’t be, it often indicates underlying ecological problems.”<\/p>\n The soundscape produced by Temple and Bocast is a compressed version of the chorus described by Leopold, taking 30 minutes of notes and compressing them into five minutes of recording. Bird songs and calls were obtained from the extensive collection housed at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s Macaulay Library.<\/p>\n The background sound on which they superimposed the bird songs is all Wisconsin, but Temple and Bocast struggled to find a place where human noise was as it would have been in Leopold’s time: “There are combustion engines on the edge of hearing all the time,” says Bocast, whose dissertation work includes a bioacoustic study low frequency sounds made by spawning sturgeon.<\/p>\n Citing a recent study, Temple points out that in the lower 48 states, there is no place more than 35 kilometers from the nearest road, making it nearly impossible to tune out the hum of human activity, even in places designated as wilderness. “It is increasingly difficult to study natural soundscapes that represent normality,” says Temple, noting that its not just mechanical human noise that’s encroaching. The rain forests of Hawaii, for example, no longer sound like the rain forests of Hawaii. “They sound more like the rain forests of Puerto Rico because the calls of an introduced, invasive tree frog are becoming pervasive.”<\/p>\n Preserving the natural sounds of a place, avers Temple, may be just as challenging as conserving the mosaic of plants and animals that help keep an ecosystem intact. Like smell and sight, “sound can be what you associate with a particular landscape,” something Leopold appreciated and wrote about in several of his well known essays.<\/p>\n By noting and studying the role of sound in the natural world, Leopold proved again to be ahead of his time. Science is only now coming to grips with the totality of the sounds of nature (much like the sound of an entire orchestra) rather than the individual components of the soundscape, according to Temple.<\/p>\n Understanding how nature’s “music” is changing and how much attention we need to pay to the sounds introduced by people, he says, are challenges for soundscape ecologists. And we have much to learn about what the noise people make does to the environment.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" . Editor’s note: \u00a0In a short list of environmental philosophers, Aldo Leopold’s name would rank near the top. \u00a0I refer to true environmental philosophy,\u00a0not the Green hysteria machine of corporate wind energy. \u00a0It was Leopold who coined the phrase, “land ethic,” and Leopold who exhorted us to “think like a mountain!” I see no evidence of either land ethic or thinking like a mountain when I scan the ridgelines of Maine and Vermont, where gigantic machines entombed in cement beat the thin, delicate air once inhaled by living, breathing forests. The entire ancient earth thinks prodigiously, and the murmur of its great trees grows” —Rainer Maria Rilke It was Leopold who spoke reverently of watching the green fire go out of the eyes of a wolf he shot in his callous youth—vowing never to do so again. \u00a0If you have never read his Sand County Almanac—you must. \u00a0It’s a life changer. He died in 1948, the year I was born, overcome by smoke while fighting a brush fire near his beloved Wisconsin wilderness camp. The article, below, was sent to me by Boyce Sherwin, a friend and neighbor in my neck of the woods. \u00a0The article says nothing about wind turbines—not explicitly, that is. \u00a0Implicitly, it says volumes. \u00a0For those of you living in rural Ontario, rural France or Italy or England or Australia, rural Maine, or wherever turbines and their headache-pounding infrasound and banshee roar have commandeered your soundscape, you will grieve for the lost symphony of quietness, where “peace comes dropping slow.” I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. 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\nand the murmur of its great trees grows”<\/p>\n
\nAnd a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
\nNine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
\nAnd live alone in the bee-loud glade.<\/p>\n
\nDropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
\nThere midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
\nAnd evening full of the linnet’s wings.<\/p>\n
\nI hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
\nWhile I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
\nI hear it in the deep heart’s core<\/p>\n.<\/span>
\n“Aldo Leopold’s Field Notes Score a Lost ‘Soundscape'”<\/h3>\n