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Reflections - Contents and Sample Chapter
Reflections - Contents and Sample Chapter
Reflections - Contents and Sample Chapter
MAR K AVE RY
PELAGIC PUBLISHING
Contents
Preface xi
Some explanations xiii
1 Glimpses of wildlife 1
2 The state of wildlife in the UK 35
3 What is wildlife conservation? 77
4 Wildlife conservation successes 97
5 Why are we failing so badly? 136
6 What wildlife needs (and how to provide it) 165
Recapitulation 191
Glimpses of wildlife
O
ur collective response to wildlife is the sum of around
68 million people’s relationships with wildlife. Some of
that is played out in our own personal reactions to wildlife
around us, whether we shoot it, spray it, put food out for it or ignore
it completely. But, as we shall see, many of the critically important
parts of our collective relationship with wildlife are at arm’s length,
through the actions of government, businesses, local councils and
conservation organisations. Those relationships are ours too because
they depend on how we allow our taxes to be spent, how we spend
our money on goods and food, and the extent to which we support
conservation charities to do their work. The UK’s relationship with
wildlife is not just about how many of us want to cuddle a Badger and
how many of us want to cull one, but about whether the structure of
agriculture as a whole is favourable to Badgers and a host of other
species – and the same is true of forestry, fisheries, housing policy,
transport policy and a plethora of other societal decisions.
I’ve been working in wildlife conservation for 35 years but have
been passionate about wildlife for 55 years or more. That passion for
wildlife remains undimmed over the decades and has suffused my
working life. It is still with me, and every day is an opportunity to
notice birds, plants and insects. Those continuing encounters with
wildlife are still the emotional basis for much of my conservation
work, and the same is true of many other wildlife conservationists
I know. And so that’s where this book starts, with wildlife on my
doorstep and in my neighbourhood. By telling you about my own
experiences of wildlife I will begin gently to explore some wider
issues and themes. But also, it seems wrong to start a discussion
of wildlife conservation without a quick look – and this is my personal
look – at wildlife close to home.
2 Reflections
Herb-Robert
At 6 a.m. I’m usually making the first pot of tea of the day after spending
an hour or so sitting at a computer. On Mondays, Wednesdays and
Fridays I’ll fetch the milk bottles, which arrived hours earlier, from
the front door while the kettle boils.
As I open the front door, I get my first feel of the outside world. If
cold or wind or rain doesn’t immediately drive me back indoors then
I usually pause, and look at the sky, listen for birds and take another
four paces to the curtilage of my property and look right to the church
spire to the north, forwards down Clare Street and left along the
road. In late spring I look left and down and see a Herb-Robert plant
growing from the crack where my short wall meets the pavement.
Herb-Robert grows there most years, not quite every year, but
most years. Every year there are Forget-me-nots, and this year there
is Groundsel too, and a non-native but naturalised Red Valerian. The
Herb-Robert is my favourite.
Herb-Robert is an annual or biennial native flower with five red
petals and jagged leaves. It’s a geranium or cranesbill. The Woodland
Trust describes it as a ‘low-growing plant with pretty red flowers’. Spot
on! They tell me it’s often found ‘growing in the shade of woodland
edges, next to walls and in other darker spots’, so they seem to know
their stuff. But the Royal Horticultural Society describes it as a weed
and goes on to denigrate it some more by stating that ‘it can be a useful
ground cover but its tendency to self-seed can make it a nuisance as a
garden weed’, and that the time to ‘treat’ it is spring–autumn (which
is pretty much all the time it shows above ground).
We have here a real dichotomy in how we view wildlife. Some
regard it as a boon, others as a bane. Some look to wildlife as a wonder,
others as a nuisance which should be ‘treated’. That the allegedly plant-
loving RHS’s website is littered with name-calling of native plants, and
advice on when and how to ‘treat’ them, is one of the more striking
examples I have come across of different perspectives on the native
wildlife around us. To be fair, we all have something of this dichotomy
in us, we’re strung out on a continuum, but the RHS, I now notice, is
much further towards one end than I would have expected.
Glimpses of wildlife 3
Later in the day I visit the post office, and use that as a chance
to search many neighbouring streets for Herb-Robert. I walk with
my head down and that is unusual for me, a birdwatcher, but I am
searching the pavements and gutters for Herb-Robert. These are the
quiet streets of a former shoe-town, Raunds, where there were, from
Victorian times until the 1980s, many small workshops and factories
producing footwear. Now the shoe works have gone, the shoes are
made in East Asia and Raunds functions as a dormitory town for
workers in Northampton, Peterborough and Bedford. The post office
is in Brook Street, where there is indeed a brook, although most of
its course is invisible and underground. It is the main street, where
as well as the post office there is a Methodist chapel, a charity shop, a
Co-op supermarket, a newsagent, a Chinese takeaway and more, but
no Herb-Robert that I can see.
I turn, just before what is alleged to be the shortest pedestrian
crossing in the country, and by the best fish and chip shop in town,
and climb Hill Street before turning back into my street, and look
at the other house fronts where they join the pavement. Some are
plant-free, but one has a good line of Thale Cress and several have
Shepherd’s Purse. My neighbour has mostly Forget-me-nots and
a Red Dead-nettle, but no Herb-Robert. There really are no Herb-
Roberts along the other frontages. Mine is the Herb-Robert house in
Lawson Street – a fact about which I am ridiculously pleased.
I had meant to visit a few days earlier, but the weather forecast put me
off. As I park by the wood, the rain has stopped and there are no other
cars. There are no other cars because this wood, locally renowned for
its Nightingales, has not heard the song of the Nightingale in two of
the last three years, and nor have they been heard, so far, this year.
As I walk into the wood, my bat detector tells me that the bat feeding
above my head is a Soprano Pipistrelle, and my ears tell me that there
are Song Thrushes, Blackbirds and Robins singing.
This is a wildlife reserve of the local Wildlife Trust and it looks to
me every bit as suitable for Nightingales now as it did in the 1980s,
4 Reflections
Red Kites
so that I could be absolutely sure that what I thought was a forked tail
really was properly notched. I couldn’t see that the tail was orange,
nor that the underwing had white and black patches, but I could see
that the bird flew differently from a Buzzard, with its longer wings
drooped rather than upturned and with an air of ease and mastery of
the skies which made a Buzzard look a bit stolid. Now I can often see
orange tails, without binoculars, by glancing up when a Red Kite flies
over my garden at rooftop height.
Red Kites were brought back to English and Scottish skies, and
subsequently to Northern Ireland too, through a chain of reintroduc-
tion sites from the north of Scotland to the Chilterns of England, one
of which was in Northamptonshire. They prospered, and that’s why
I see them daily.
My children, now adults, are from the first generation of North-
amptonshire kids in about two centuries to grow up with Red
Kites as an everyday part of their lives. The kites seem attracted to
playgrounds at break times, and there can be very few young adults
who have grown up in these parts who do not know a Red Kite when
they see one. We’ve stopped pointing them out to each other in the
streets, though that did happen for quite a while, and now Red Kites
are probably among the best-known and most-loved local birds. So
much so that when the unitary authority of North Northamptonshire
was set up alongside its sister authority of West Northamptonshire,
we in the North were given a choice of three logos for our new council
and two of them had Red Kites flying in our skies, and the better one
of those two was chosen by popular demand. Here in North North-
amptonshire we know our Red Kites, and we like them, and we have
sufficient confidence in them and ourselves to stick them on our logo
even though they were a rare sight when most of the councillors were
born. That is progress.
Having lived two-thirds of my life in a world where Red Kites
were rare and one travelled to special places to see them, I still thrill
at every sighting, and I want to keep that feeling. Yes, they are much
commoner now, but my baseline for Red Kites was set at an earlier
time when they were rare, whereas my kids grew up with Red Kites
increasing in numbers and today’s children find them commonplace.
Glimpses of wildlife 7
Hedgehogs
Grey Squirrels
I wouldn’t say that a smile breaks across my face every time I see a Grey
Squirrel in my garden, and that is not only because they sometimes
dominate the bird feeders and exclude the birds I intend to eat the
sunflower seeds I have provided. It’s also because every time I see a
Grey Squirrel I feel as though I am missing a Red Squirrel.
Grey Squirrels, a North American species, were tipped into the
UK by landowners in the nineteenth century and have, through a
combination of carrying diseases and being efficient competitors,
caused a huge decline in Red Squirrels across most of England and
Wales and some of Scotland and the island of Ireland too. Whereas
once there were no Grey Squirrels and millions of Red Squirrels in
the UK there are now around 150,000 Red Squirrels and 2.5 million
Grey Squirrels – representing a massive displacement of a native
species by a non-native.
In the 1960s there was a thing called the Tufty Club which told
young children like me about how to cross the road safely on behalf
of the Royal Society for the Prevention of Accidents. Tufty Fluffytail,
a Red Squirrel, was the lead character and was accompanied by
Policeman Badger, Willy Weasel, Minnie Mole and Mrs Owl. From
the early 1960s, when I first started crossing roads on my own, to the
early 1970s the Tufty Club grew to have over 2 million child members,
and for a while I was one of them. A modern Tufty might have to be a
Grey Squirrel, but would he or she talk to us in an American accent?
Grey Squirrels are loved by foreign visitors to St James’s Park in
central London, where they are tame and will take food from the
fingers of enraptured children. There are no Red Squirrels to feed
there but the children don’t seem to care about that as they look
round to their parents, beaming, as a squirrel approaches them, takes
some food from their fingers and then retreats a little way to eat it.
10 Reflections
To those children, and actually quite a lot of adults too, the power
enshrined in the Treasury and the back view of 10 Downing Street
at one end of the park, and in Buckingham Palace at the other, are
as nothing compared to the thrill of a living creature approaching so
close and taking a gift of food.
Grey Squirrels are known, by some, but not by many of the
children in St James’s Park, as tree-rats, which tells us quite a lot
about what some think of them. They are blamed for damaging trees
and gobbling up nestlings and eggs from birds’ nests. Both happen.
But the Red Squirrel can do no wrong and it is one of the poster-
species of rural landowners who are keen to show that they care for
wildlife. Funnily enough, the forebears of those rural landowners
were responsible for the release of Grey Squirrels into the UK and
were just as antagonistic to Red Squirrels before they became the loser
in the struggle with Greys. There were squirrel destruction societies
flourishing in the UK before Greys ever set paw here, and it is said
that over 21,000 Reds were killed in the New Forest between 1880 and
1927, with over 2,000 in 1889 alone. These culls, of a native species,
were motivated by Red Squirrels also being seen as pests of trees – and
if we were to think that Reds wouldn’t eat birds’ eggs then that would
be a mistake too. Squirrels are squirrels, they eat things.
I’d rather there were Reds running around in my neighbourhood
but I’m not sure that the species-for-species replacement would make
much difference to the ecology of my back garden, though I’d be keen
to find out.
Cats
I liked one particular local cat which used our garden, one
I dubbed The Little Predator. She got her name because she stalked our
garden as if she were a killing machine rather than because I could lay
any kills to her score. She was a tabby and her shoulder blades stuck
up as she walked slowly, head low through the garden – just like those
of a stalking lioness on television. The Little Predator replaced some
of the predator pressure that is missing from most of our gardens. Her
presence created a landscape of fear and the Blackbirds went bonkers
as she paced slowly and menacingly near their fledged but naive
chicks. I liked her because she looked real, dangerous and intent on
death – she rewilded our garden a little. Of course, because she was
a cat, she returned my respect with looks of complete disdain – she
was quite cool.
Centuries ago, it is probable that a Brown Bear walked through
the space now occupied by our garden, and some Grey Wolves, and
Lynx and Pine Martens, Wildcats and Polecats. The past is a big place
and things were different then. The UK lost its Brown Bears, not
through carelessness but through intent, before the Normans arrived.
The UK Brown Bear population of 7,000 years ago has been estimated
at 13,000 individuals. The last Wolves probably went from England
in around the year 1500. They are so long gone that we don’t usually
think of them as gone and it is difficult to imagine slotting them back
into our modern landscapes.
The UK has a strange mix of mammalian predators – the big
and bigger ones have gone, leaving us with Badger (approx. 12 kg),
Otter (9 kg) and Red Fox (8 kg) as our largest numerous terrestrial
predators, and the almost-extinct Wildcat (7 kg). They would once
have been outranked by Brown Bear (250 kg), Wolf (40 kg) and
Lynx (20 kg).
This unbalanced cast of mammalian predators must have big
impacts on our overall ecology. Not only will some potential prey
species (such as deer) benefit, but so do some smaller predators
such as Red Foxes. So, if you believe that Badgers are wiping out
Hedgehogs in the British countryside (which I don’t, although the
Badgers aren’t exactly helping), then you might use that as an excuse
to call for Badger culls, particularly if you are a dairy farmer, but you
12 Reflections
might be better off calling for the return of the Wolf, whose activities
would cramp the style of Badgers and Red Foxes and maybe lead to
a surge in Hedgehog numbers so that the slugs would suffer and I’d
get more tomatoes each year. On the other hand, if you believe it’s
anything like as simple as that then you’re wrong. This imbalance of
nature thing is rather complicated.
I miss The Little Predator because I remember her stalking through
our garden but I don’t miss a large cat, the Lynx, in the same way
because they are not within my UK memory, nor that of my parents or
grandparents or even, really, within much accessible written history.
Lynx are species of fable, and of faraway places, whereas domestic
cats now pass through doing their best to impersonate top predators.
wheat, than it is to get rid of fellow grasses. The main reason we see
yellow fields of oilseed rape and green fields of beans around these
parts is not that they are highly profitable crops but because they
are a break crop of a flowering plant which is not a grass. Because
oilseed rape is not a grass, you can use herbicides on it that you
can’t use on wheat, and that means you can get rid of more Black
Grass. Growing rape or beans gives you an income from those crops
but it also boosts your income from the following wheat crop being
cleaner of weeds.
Our reliance on wheat (and barley) as the major arable crop over
the last 50 years has led to a rather strange nomenclature for a group
of formerly abundant plants which are now known as rare arable
weeds. It’s a fairly odd term but you can imagine how this came about.
In the old days the likes of Pheasant’s Eye, Shepherd’s Needle, Prickly
Poppy and many more, some with obviously agricultural names
(Corn Gromwell, Corn Chamomile, Corn Spurrey, Corn Marigold,
Corn Buttercup, Corncockle and Cornflower itself) were favoured by
soil tillage and thrived, at the crop’s expense. Little by little, changes
in cultivation but mostly more efficient herbicides have shifted the
balance of power to the farmer and, many would say, the consumer,
and now we call them rare arable weeds.
I did record some birds on this BBS visit, but they have declined
too. Before I started recording here, there must surely have been
Turtle Doves and Corn Buntings in these fields, and a lot more Grey
Partridges, but in my 17 years the numbers of Yellow Wagtails and
Willow Warblers have declined almost to zero and even Robins seem
to be on a downturn. Farmland generalists such as Carrion Crows and
Woodpigeons are doing fine. It’s a similar picture across the hundreds
of BBS squares covering arable farmland: specialist farmland birds
are declining and generalists are doing well. The names of many of the
declining birds are related to farming too: Corn Bunting, Corncrake,
Meadow Pipit.
Have we got agriculture right? Not for the Corn Bunting or the
Harvest Mouse or the Cornflower, it seems, but we are told that our
farmers are the best in the world and our food is of the highest envi-
ronmental quality. There is something here that does not compute.