hours, the little caribou must already be able to follow his mother. His life depends on it. But he knows nothing of the severe tests which await him. During the first days of summer, the males meet with the rest of the herd. The caribou multitude now resembles an immense marching army. The great fjord is bewitched by a red ghost. It is the night of the hunter. The humpback whales have made the long trek up from the tropics. Here, the ocean generously satisfies the appetites of these giant monsters. By August, the Arctic has accumulated the heat of an entire summer. The glaciers of Greenland, the largest fresh water reserves on the planet, are essential to the balance of the entire world's climate. On the White Planet, the ice has almost vanished entirely. The polar bear can no longer hunt seals. The walruses, sheltered on the few remaining ice banks, are too difficult to get to. The polar bear is a king whose domain is breaking up into the ocean. On the continent, time is precious. Summer only lasts for a moment. The new generation must grow up and get strong before winter's return. Summer is an ordeal for the caribou. The tundra is an immense swamp, where millions of mosquitoes swarm. These vampire insects suck the last strength out of them. At the end of August, after 100 days of effort, and thousands of kilometers traversed, the caribou find themselves at the ocean, at the end of the Earth. By the coastline, the patient walruses wait for the return of the ice. The guillemots build their nests in the cliffs, but space is limited. The egg is pear-shaped, so that it cannot roll away. Is there one last chance for survival? The fox builds up his reserves for the winter. At the end of September, the sun descends below the horizon for the first time. After three months of permanent daylight, the night has returned. For the summer visitors, it's a sign to be heading off. The musk oxen retake control of their territory The males confront each other. The future of the clan depends on the outcome of these battles. Little by little, the White Planet re-adopts the color of winter. The ice floe has returned, and the polar bear finds its territory again. For months, the mother has guarded her little ones. She has fed them day in and day out. From now on, they will have to get by on their own. She will no longer hunt on their behalf. With each passing year, I see the ice layer shrinking. The climate grows warmer; we are the cause, and the Arctic is our victim. If we do nothing, the ice could completely disappear into summer before the end of the century... and with her, numerous species. At the beginning of this new winter, I have listened to the cry of the polar bear: Pay attention! We cannot lose the North! ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Космические дальнобойщики на английском - текст Принцесса на горошине на английском - текст Первая кровь на английском - текст Сестры на английском - текст Реальная любовь на английском |