Habitat has opened up unprecedented opportunities for me to cross the chasm that separates those of us who are free, safe, financially secure, well fed and housed, and influential enough to shape our own destiny from our neighbors who enjoy few, if any, of these advantages of life.
Just in the nick of time they realized that it was their own habitat they were wrecking -- that they weren't merely visitors.
When environments change, they usually do so pretty rapidly, at rates with which adaptation by natural selection would be hard put to keep up. When such change occurs, the quality of your adaptation to your old habitat is irrelevant, and any competitive advantage you might have had may be eliminated at a stroke.
I have worked with Habitat for Humanity for awhile.
All over the world there must be far-reaching changes in animal behavior and habitat; if only one could have another life in which to chart it all. . . . Ah, well, that's not a fruitful thing to wish, is it?
. . . the gym is a kind of wildlife preserve for bodily exertion. A preserve protects species whose habitat is vanishing elsewhere, and the gym (and home gym) accommodates the survival of bodies after the abandonment of the original sites of bodily exertion.
I am never a stranger anywhere I go, and it gives me the opportunity to choose my habitat by literally throwing a dart at a globe. The freedom that permits one to feel welcome where ever the hang their hat cannot be overstated.
Fungi are the grand recyclers of the planet and the vanguard species in habitat restoration.
Darwinian natural selection only yields adaptation to changing local environments, and better function in an immediate habitat might just as well be achieved by greater simplicity in form and behavior as by ever-increasing complexity.
Habitat for wildlife is continually shrinking - I can at least provide a way station.
Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.
The social brain is in its natural habitat when we're talking with someone face-to-face in real time.
The wildlife and its habitat cannot speak, so we must and we will.
There are never victories in conservation. If you want to save a species or a habitat, it's a fight forevermore. You can never turn your back.
You have to save the habitat, you have to save the population - not individual animals. What you want to save is the foundation, the basic infrastructure from which resources are produced. You can't save Fifi and Boo-Boo and Thumper.
I've always been such a fan of Habitat for Humanity and the work that they do.
Scientific illiteracy in our populations is leaving too many of us unprepared to discuss or understand much of the damage we are wreaking on our atmosphere, our habitat, and even the food that enters our mouths.
If you care about shorebirds and the habitats they rely on, you can’t do better than supporting Manomet’s Shorebird Recovery Project. It connects, nurtures, prods, and fertilizes, at a global scale.
We are built to live in the kingdom of God. It is our natural habitat.
I believe in helping the planet survive, and that includes reaching out to help some of the disappearing creatures whose habitats we're destroying. It's up to us to somehow reverse that trend. I don't know how we'll achieve it, but we need to.