We were in rural Hampshire for a family party. Our focus was on chocolate birthday cake, balloons, presents and sparklers. But amidst and around us wildlife provided another sort of icing on the cake, the sweet glaze on an already near-perfect autumn afternoon. Over the hedge in the arable fields beyond, a flock of 50 linnets bounced into view and arranged themselves along a wire. Beyond them drifted the sound of a fieldfare’s half crazed chack-chack-chack. As the sun dipped and we began to think about moving inside, a heavy-winged buzzard lumbered low over the garden towards its roost, letting out a cat-like cry as it passed. A tiny moth spiralled out of the dusk and settled on my hand, antennae alternately waving.

Whilst we waited for a few artificial fireworks to go off, I saw the real thing. A fading yellowish streak of light marked the place in the sky where a piece of space-dust disintegrated. The avian equivalent of shooting stars were passing over too: redwings leaving their high, thin flight calls trailing across the sky behind them. Finally a tawny owl cut through the smoky air, its voice muffled only slightly by increasingly thick fog.

Try to imagine an autumn evening without such everyday nature.  The party games continue, we still gather with friends and family under the light of a million coldly shining stars. But something is different. The air, the trees, the fields, they all seem emptier. Lifeless. With the greatest respect to the animals I’m about to mention, too much conservation talk is wasted on lions and elephants and tigers and pandas and polar bears whilst the bottom falls out of the populations of once-common species here at home. The loss of one of those iconic species would undoubtedly be a tragedy but it wouldn’t cut to the heart, in the same way that the loss of a single loved one is so much harder to bear than the death of thousands in famine, war or natural disaster on the other side of the world.

That’s why last week’s puffin news moved me more than the objectively more alarming stories about wildfires in Indonesia and the Amazon. Puffins: the clowns of Britain’s seabird colonies, the focus of some of my earliest and most memorable expeditions specifically in search of birdlife. For me, Britain without puffins is unthinkable.  The thought of millions of acres of rainforest going up in smoke and countless little-known species being pushed closer to extinction is heart-breaking and alarming. But when it comes to puffins, it’s personal. The same is true for linnets (declining), the winter thrushes (declining) or moths (many species are declining).

The tough question is, what exactly am I doing about it? I type these words and send them off into the ether, I send a few pounds to conservation charities, I hope vaguely that my PhD will amount to something at least vaguely practical or that my teaching work will make the tiniest difference by proxy. Isn’t something more radical required in these troubling times?  I need nature like oxygen, but seem resigned to the point of idleness at the prospect of suffocation. If I barely raise a finger for the nature of home, what can or will I do about the perilous problems overseas, or even for wildlife that is very close to home but hasn’t yet gripped my imagination? It’s hard to imagine that I’ll make a stand for rare mosses, for example, when I do so little for birds or insects. Starting from home isn’t selfish, it’s essential: we stand up first for that which we love. If we – I – can’t even do that, then we will all fail together, and life will be all the poorer for it.


3 thoughts on “Personal

  1. Hi, Chris. I believe you are in preparation for what you can do. Do everything you can in the meantime but pray earnestly that God will guide you into your destiny, and give you the opportunity to make a difference. There may come a crisis, and you will need to be ready and brave to help. I believe God will use you. Love you, Carolyn

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Chris thanks for sharing your birding experiences both sights and sounds. My comments for what they are worth is that the old expressions ‘Look after the pennies and the pounds wills ort themselves out’ applies every little we do to support the future willmake the difference eventually dor the generations that follow

  3. How very true and shows how we do need to raise our own local conservation., have just been in Hampshire and Dorset and so,e locals seem very keen on badger culls and fox hunting. I think we can all help in our own ways even if these seem small.

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