For four years, we've driven through enormous wind farms in the Midwest and Western states. Some stretch for ten miles or more. They're eerily beautiful, silent monsters, as magnificent and striking during the day as they are at night, when a red light affixed to the top pulses in unison with the hundreds of others on the horizon.
What we have yet to see, though, are the piles of bird carcasses that these wind farms allegedly effect - in fact, we've not seen a single dead bird at the base of any of these turbines. Being the skeptic that I am, I chalked the bird-killing hype up to tree hugger hysteria.
Until a random photo caught a large raven motoring straight for the nearest windmill: