Luna is our beacon of hope and truth. In all her majestic glory, she has become our platform to the world. Two years later, Butterfly has come down a full-blown mystic, the Gurdjieff of the redwoods. The fiery anti-corporate rhetoric had been replaced by banal new age homilies and awful poesy. It is impossible to demean the courage of Butterfly's vigil.
Tree sitting is a hazardous avocation.
In the winter with high winds and driving rains it's an especially dangerous business. Pacific Lumber also resorted to numerous intimidation tactics, such as cutting down ropes tied to surrounding trees, logging nearby lands with helicopters, setting security forces around Luna in attempt to starve Butterfly out by keeping her from being resupplied. Treesits, especially ones that last for more than a year, are hardly ecologically benign forms of social protest. Had Butterfly's roost been constructed on federal lands, it would have required a full-blown environmental impact statement. With all the action going on 180 feet up Luna, it's difficult to imagine spotted owls or marbled murrelets nesting there.