Notes from the North 5 2024
It is May. The blossom is showering down in drifts along the pavements and the air is thick with the twitter of busy birds finding mates and building nests, so Birds their beauty and their wellbeing - our wellbeing too - are the subject of this post.
Scotland apparently has 535 different kinds of bird. If we set aside
the views of the owners of grouse moors who often don’t live in Scotland anyway,
most of us probably agree that having laws to protect and increase our bird
populations is a good thing. And fortunately, notwithstanding the murderous
efforts of that gun-wielding minority, Scotland still has more species of large
raptors than anywhere else in the UK – 18 in all. Happily there are also dozens
of voluntary organisations up and down the country dedicated to monitoring and
protecting the country’s birds and their nesting sites.
They like to nest on cliffs and have recently
started taking up residence on high buildings and towers in urban areas.
And a lot more could be said about the
world’s largest colony of gannets (morus bassanus) living out on the Bass Rock
off the coast of North Berwick and how they suffered a catastrophic population
collapse in 2022 due to bird flu but are gradually increasing in numbers again.
Of all the raptors the
golden eagle (aquila chrysaetos) is probably Scotland’s best known. Another less
often seen but widely distributed across central and southern Scotland is the
goshawk (accipter gentilis).
Like the sparrowhawk (accipiter nisus), the goshawk’s broad wings
enable it to fly at immense speeds through trees. Speed is what defines the
peregrine falcon too (falco peregrinus) – no other bird moves as fast as the
peregrine diving for the kill.
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A pair
has been living in the Gilbert Scott Tower at Glasgow University for the past
two decades and this year produced four eggs all of which have hatched into
healthy chicks. This is very bad news for Glaswegian pigeons (pigeon pie is a
peregrine favourite) but it’s just what the humans who have been keeping an eye
on the nest were hoping for. A camera has been installed – of course. These days
birds of all kinds can expect to have rings round their legs and cameras poking
into their homes, all in the name of protection.
There is no doubt that
protection is needed as much as ever. The Wildlife Management and Muirburn
(Scotland) Bill was finally passed by the Scottish Parliament this spring after
years of debate and procrastination (Muirburn is the controlled burning of vegetation to help the growth of grass liked by grouse). The Bill was passed by 85 – 30. All the Conservatives voted against it. Under the new legislation
grouse moors must be licensed and can lose their right to hold shoots if found
to be in breach. It won’t stop all the deaths of raptors but it should reduce
the numbers killed by poisoning, trapping, shooting and nest destruction – the
commonest methods used. It gives other kinds of wildlife a better chance too,
since it also outlaws the use of snares and glue traps.
Turning to some of
Scotland’s other iconic birds, there’s lots that could be said about the
capercaillie (tetro urogallus), about how they first became extinct in Scotland
in 1785, when the last pair were shot for a banquet at Balmoral and how as a
result of that act of royal barbarism the few pairs we have today are all
descended from Scandinavian stock.
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But I am going to concentrate on the osprey (pandion haliaetus) instead, partly
because the osprey is still a rarer sight in Scotland than the golden eagle and
partly because yet again a male osprey was found dead last week near the Loch of
the Lowes nature reserve in Perthshire where a pair has successfully raised
chicks in the past. Ospreys mate for life but now the female has no partner to
help her incubate the three eggs she has laid.
There are various places besides
the Loch of the Lowes where you can observe ospreys. Quite a few of them are to
be found in the south west of Scotland thanks to the efforts of a man named
Ciril Ostroznik. Ostroznik was an expert on raptors but what he was particularly
keen on was protecting and increasing Scotland’s osprey population. There was no
one to match him when it came to looking after those birds. He climbed to the
top of trees and built nests for them – not, as is more usual, platforms for the
birds to build nests on but whole nests made of branches, twigs, lichen and moss
which they took over and added to. Since ospreys not only mate for life but also
return to the same nest every year it doesn’t take long before a nest can reach
monumental proportions, a messy but surprisingly stable pile of material up to
200 cms in depth.
Out of all the nests he built in both Scotland and Ireland,
the best known is the one now called appropriately enough ‘Ciril’s Nest’, at
Threave Castle.
Were he alive today Ostroznik would doubtless be delighted to hear that the ospreys have recently flown back to Threave from Senegal and are making a start on this year’s breeding.
Were he alive today Ostroznik would doubtless be delighted to hear that the ospreys have recently flown back to Threave from Senegal and are making a start on this year’s breeding.
It seems that the picture of the welfare
of our birds in Scotland is as mixed as the picture of the wellbeing of other
wild animals and insects or the health of our forests, rivers and seas. Our
spirits lift in the warm airs of May and our mood brightens when we see the
blossom on the branch. Then the climate scientists send out another warning,
their bleakest yet.
What do we do?
Parliament
Then in the writer’s wood
every
bird with a name in the world
crowded the leafless trees,
took its turn to
whistle or croak.
An owl grieved in an oak.
A magpie mocked. A rook
cursed from
a sycamore.
The cormorant spoke:
Stinking seas
below ill winds. Nothing swims.
A
vast plastic soup, thousand miles
wide as long, of petroleum crap.
… A
woodpecker heckled.
A vulture picked at its own breast.
Thrice from the
cockerel, as ever.
The macaw squawked:
Nouns I know –
Rain. Forest. Fire. Ash.
Chainsaw. Cattle, Cocaine. Cash.
Squatters, Ranchers. Loggers. Looters.
Barons.
Shooters…
Carol Ann Duffy
Nature
Picador 2023

Bonsoir Rosemary. J'adore tes reportages. J'aime ton style, les sujets traités (fort variés) et les photos qui les accompagnent. Je t'embrasse.
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