The three people who most influenced my life long passion for wildlife were my
Dad, Peter Scott and Richard Perry. My Dad of course started it all when I was
little more than a toddler, but not by buying me a pair of binoculars because actually he didn't, we shared binoculars until I was about 16. No, it was more to do with the way in which he loved
wildlife that influenced me. He wasn't really interested in seeing any one species, it was the overall spectacle that he enjoyed. He could quite happily walk out on a saltmarsh without binoculars because it was the wild, wide open spaces that he loved, with skeins of geese flying over as curlew and redshank called all around and wigeon flew up whistling as a harrier quartered the marsh. He also liked to experience all of this
alone, feeling that he couldn't connect properly if he was distracted by
others. Needless to say he didn't do twitches or bird watching groups, he'd
rather be out on the marsh all day with not another person in sight.
Peter Scott was probably the nearest my Dad had to a hero. They'd both served
in the second World War in the navy on MTB's (Motor Torpedo Boats) and Peter
Scott's paintings perfectly captured the landscape view that my Dad had of
nature, with the emphasis very much on evocative scenes rather than the individual bird. To my Dad he was a kindred spirit and in my youth Peter Scott's books were on the
bookshelf and his paintings on the wall and they heavily influenced my view of
wildlife.
At some point in my mid-teens my Dad gave me a copy of "At the turn of the
tide" by Richard Perry a highly evocative book about coastal and in particular
saltmarsh birds, and this book reinforced my love of wild places. The close
proximity of Martin Mere allowed me to see many of these species close up and
the nearby Ribble and Dee estuaries allowed me to experience the wild
landscapes that my Dad loved so much. This was all neatly tied together by the fact that Peter Scott was head of the Wildfowl Trust, the organisation which owned and managed Martin Mere. I was a member of the Wildfowl Trust many years before I joined the RSPB.
Little wonder then that I grew up loving wildfowl and waders in wide open places and even though I
turned out a slightly more sociable creature than my Dad, still I prefer to be
alone and if I do go on twitches I tend to pick and choose depending on where
the place is.
It was another of Richard Perry's books that first led me to the Holy Island of Lindisfarne in
the early 1980s. "A Naturalist on Lindisfarne" was published in 1946 and is an
account of the birds that he saw during his time on the island in the 1930s
and early 1940s.
The pale-bellied brent geese which winter in Ireland and western parts of the UK including Hilbre and Anglesey, breed in Arctic Canada. On the south and east coast of the UK the wintering flocks of brent geese are dark-bellied birds from Arctic Russia. The birds which winter on Lindisfarne are pale-bellied birds from a third population which breeds on Svalbard (formerly Spitzbergen). Lindisfarne is in fact the only regular wintering place in the UK for this population of brent geese.
According to Ian Kerr in his book "The Birds of Holy Island", in the nineteenth century the wintering flock of brents on Lindisfarne was predominantly pale-bellied and usually numbered around 6000 birds. However, by Perry's time in the first half of the 20th century this had changed due to hunting on their breeding grounds which had caused the pale-bellied birds to decline and the brents on Lindisfarne, were now almost
exclusively of the dark-bellied race, numbering 2-3000 birds. Since the 1950s a further change has taken place and following a recovery of the Svalbard population, the majority of
brents currently wintering at Lindisfarne are again of the pale-bellied race and typically number around 3000 birds. Dark-bellied birds now only occur in very small numbers.
Why the dark-bellied race should apparently increase and then decline almost in tandem with the fortunes of the pale-bellied birds I'm not sure. It would almost seem like the pale-bellied birds were out competing them, but it may just be a coincidence. Whatever the reason, these geese were the main reason why I wanted to visit Holy Island today.
In total I saw about 1500 brents today and they're just a wonderful sight and
sound. Their enigmatic "r'rot, r'rot, r'rot" calls are the background music to
a visit to any east coast saltmarsh. I could watch these birds all day today
and tomorrow, and I can well understand why my Dad wanted to be alone in these
wild places.
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