|The devastation we left behind - an ocean of cut Gorse for burning...(photo credit; David Jones NT)|
Monday, 23 February 2015
'February is merely as long as is needed, to pass the time until March'
February has almost blown itself out with its bitter winds and March will be creeping in as of next week, bringing with it the promise of warmer sunshine and longer days. Last week in Oakley copse Ryan, myself and Tony spotted our first butterfly of the year; a Red Admiral that must have been woken up from hibernation by the warmth of the sun that day and was dozily fluttering around us, probably slightly shell shocked after such a long nap. It flitted right past my face (probably attracted to how sweaty I was after chainsawing, like a human salt lick) and seeing that jerky flight movement that is so characteristic of butterflies felt vaguely surreal; although you may see butterflies from March to October or beyond, so most of the year, the months when you are without them seem to feel like such a long time that when they do start reappearing, it’s like discovering a new species all over again!
In preparation for other small things waking up, Sparsholt students have been out with me for a tour of our woodlands and to help in setting up a new Dormouse survey grid. As I have mentioned before, we have dormouse boxes in a couple of woodlands across our estate, in the hunt for these elusive little creatures. They only went up last year and so it was unsurprising that no dormice were found using them last summer as it can often take a few years for them to move into the boxes.
I have constantly found myself baffled though, at the lack of known dormice presence in our woodlands as we have everything they need (which, despite their name suggesting it, is not just Hazel). However back in December, our deer stalker who works across our estate mentioned to me that he had seen a dormouse a few weeks previously, running along a fallen tree and down into a Hazel stool! I resisted the urge to throttle him for not telling me sooner, as by the time I found out all dormice would have been tucked deep into hibernation – in fact that is likely to be what the one he saw was doing, looking for a spot to hibernate down in the roots of a hazel stool. So! A first time sighting for the estate and one which I instantly set to work utilizing – I placed 50 nest tubes throughout this area of woodland and then Sparsholt have come out with handmade nest boxes and placed the beginnings of a new next box grid throughout the woodland too. All I can do now, is sit back on impatient heels and wait for spring to come and for any dormice to start waking up and revealing themselves to me…unfortunately, patience is a virtue I am not renowned for!
Now, every other Sunday across our Mottisfont, Stockbridge and New Forest estates we work with SHNTV (South Hampshire National Trust Volunteers) doing various tasks throughout the year. Last Sunday it was my turn to lead the day and we had the joyous task of removing old tree protection tubes and stakes from hedgerows around the estate that no longer required them. If you drive round Mottisfont you will see hundreds of these tubes in the hedgerow, encasing a tree that has long outgrown it and doesn’t need protecting from rabbit damage anymore. The plastic tubes are supposedly ‘biodegradable’ but I am yet to come across any that do in fact biodegrade within the life span of any human or tree – I reckon some will take hundreds of years to fall apart which isn’t much good as the tree inside will either be long dead or have grown over it!
So in order to rid our hedgerows of these plastic tubes – which don’t get me wrong are essential for newly planted trees, to avoid them being damaged by grazing animals – myself and the Sunday group set to work armed with penknives, Stanley knives, secateurs and eye goggles and, quite literally – dove in. I found the best technique was to crawl into the centre of the hedge (which naturally had a good amount of thorn and friggin’ bramble within) and then crawl through the middle corridor slicing open the tubes with my knife and chucking them out through the branches. I can see the appeal to wildlife in using the hedgerow as a corridor – it was quite cosy once you got inside!
The weather was cold but kind and we had a very successful day, clearing tubes from about 1.5km of hedgerow. We stash the tubes until we have a big enough amount to take to a special recycling unit that will mash them up and reuse them – far more sustainable then letting them biodegrade for a thousand years in a hedgerow I reckon.
Last week saw our team travel to the far shores of Purbeck, to go and spend a day with the rangers at Studland clearing gorse from the sand dune heathland ecosystem. The weather was truly glorious, with blue skies blazing and the sun beaming down – enough so that I was hoping to spot the first adders out basking, however I think we were making too much noise! The Purbeck team came up to the New Forest a couple of months ago and did a day working with us, so this was our way of returning the favour.
We took a minibus of volunteers with us, with Lee at the wheel (hence the fact they got lost around Ringwood and Poole) whilst Laura and I drove another truck down with more volunteers and all our tools. When we got to the site the team gave us a brief talk about the habitat and the ecosystem – it’s not just any heathland site, but a sand dune heathland site which makes it that bit extra special. Also interesting to learn was that elements such as the concrete pillar boxes which were onsite during the war and have since been blown up have meant that lime from the concrete blocks have, over many years, leached into the soil around it, changing its PH and thus allowing a wider diversity of species to grow here (heathlands are generally acidic, but the lime reduces this acidity which in turns allows different niche species to come in). The site is also home to all six native British reptiles – much to my delight, I made a note to return here in spring and hunt them out.
Our task was to assist in the cutting and clearing of degenerate, overgrown gorse. Gorse is a brilliant habitat for reptiles on heathlands but it can get rather out of control and swallow up the heather and other species. Due to the steeply undulating dune landscape the team here are unable to use machines to clear the gorse (and it would be too damaging to the dune habitat) so they can only cut and clear by hand. So in we went, armed with chainsaws and bow saws and, having plotted out the area they wanted work doing, we attacked. I found a great satisfaction in chainsawing my way across a swathe of hillside, piling up the cut gorse as I went, and looking back to see the trail we were carving.
As well as the sandy soil the presence of hidden blocks of blown up concrete meant we had to be careful not to wreck our chainsaws by catching them which would inevitably blunt the teeth. However I managed to avoid doing so until the very last moment, when I saw the sparks fly as a concrete lump leapt out of the gorse at me and just caught my saw. The Purbeck team kept us well fed and watered throughout the day and we all had a great time – I couldn’t get over the beauty of the place and everytime I reached the top of a dune I would stand there gawping for a minute, at the rolling heathland, with the sandy beach beyond and Old Harry and his Wife standing guard out in the blue sea. So a big thanks to the Purbeck team for having us and to our volunteers who risked Lee’s minibus driving to come and assist and when the weather turns truly warmer – I will be heading back to enjoy the site at its summer peak, with the coconut scent of gorse in my nostrils…
Finally, take note of our avian friends as winter draws to a close – I keep seeing a good number of birds on the lawns of Mottisfont that at a casual glance may be mistaken for Song Thrushes, with their speckled breasts. However if you stop and look you will spot the beautiful russet red feathers on their sides which identify them as Redwings, our smallest UK Thrush and a winter visitor from the North. They will be leaving soon, throughout March and April, so enjoy them whilst you can as they are a delightful bird.
And talking of feathered friends, if any of you have read my blog long enough to remember the tale of ‘Goldie’ the Goldfinch I rescued back in April 2013, then I am delighted to report that according to the Mottisfont Bird Report 2014 (compiled by Alan Snook) Goldie was spotted again in 2014 at the bird feeders at Visitor Reception. Goldie was found unconscious with a damaged wing in the grounds of Mottisfont and I took on the task of taking him home, sorting his wing out and keeping him for a month until it healed. Once he was able to fly again I released him back where he was found and he was seen later that year with a flock of finches, recognisable by his wonky wing which although healed, is now always held at a slight angle to the other. The last I heard of him was at the end of 2013 so I was thrilled when I read Alan’s report that showed he had been seen again in 2014 in a winter flock – gives you a real glow of pride! And fingers crossed that Jasper, the Nuthatch I reared last year will make an appearance this Spring back at his birth tree, as I would love to see him again and know how he is getting on – although this isn’t some modern day Snow White story where all the small birds I’ve saved will flutter round me singing sweet ballads, so I will probably never know their fate – but it doesn’t stop me keeping my ears open for the call of a hungry Nuthatch or my eyes peeled for a wonky winged Goldfinch and a familiar feathered face.