Wednesday, 11 March 2015

The Awakening

All around us right now is the slow but sure dawning of Spring, you can smell it on the breeze and feel it in the warmth of the sun and best of all; you can see evidence of it just about anywhere you look.  Wandering around our sites I have been thriving on the blue skies and warm winds that have blessed us for the last couple of weeks and the midge bites and freckles I have developed as a result are definite proof of seasonal flux.

Walking through the Duck Grounds on my birthday recently I was treated to my best ever sighting of a Kingfisher.  Like a silent jewel it sat on a twiggy perch gazing at the stream below it, its beady gimlet eyes watching for a tasty snack.  Normally I only see Kingfishers as passing streaks of sapphire so to actually get to watch one sitting still apparently oblivious of me was a treat indeed.  I also then spotted a Goldcrest hopping through the bramble and through my binoculars I could see the bright gleaming yellow crest on its head that makes this bird so distinctive.  The Goldcrest vies with the Firecrest for the title of the UK’s smallest bird, but Firecrests are far less common than Goldcrests.

I also admired the newly opened Hazel flowers on the trees, always a favourite Spring signal of mine; like a tiny fuchsia sea anemone, these iddy biddy flowers poke out the top of Hazel buds and are the ‘female’ part of the plant, to the ‘male’ catkins.

Whilst admiring all this in the Duck Grounds, I also had the added pleasure of Sparsholt students who were helping us to clear back the overgrown glade areas in time for the end of scrub cutting season.  These areas provide a good diversity within the peaty woodland habitat here and wild flowers and butterflies will benefit greatly from their re-opening.
Sparsholt have also been out on Stockbridge with me clearing back Sycamore.  Sycamore, like Birch, can be an ever advancing army which self-seeds and proliferates across a site and can take over and produce a very uniform, un-diverse one-type habitat if it is allowed to get too far.  Obviously I don’t want Stockbridge Down, a chalk grassland and mixed scrub habitat site to become taken over by Sycamore so we do clearance work to keep such species under control.  We had a great day in the sun and they did a brilliant job of clearing a patch of Sycamore that has been bugging me for a year or more.  We shall keep the regrowth sprayed with herbicide to kill it off completely and this should keep the tide back.

It gives me a good deal of satisfaction to stand on the top of Stockbridge Down, on the hillfort and look out across the site and be able to see the differences we have made.  I can spot the Juniper down the far end which are now not encased in scrub but stand out as the individual looking species that they are.  I can see the grassy glades in among the scrub areas which we keep open and which provide herb rich species for invertebrates including of course, butterflies.  I can see the rotation scrub work regrowing and providing differing habitat to the mature scrub.  I can see the sheep slope blooming green and fresh after they grazed it last year, and see the flock scattered like woolly blobs on the new slope area that they reside on this year.  And above it all I can always spot the fantastic array of avian life that thrives here; kestrels hovering above the grassland, Red Kites wheeling on the thermals, Skylarks trilling their beautiful twittering song that is so quintessential of English countryside and, the other day, I was treated to an aerial acrobat display by Buzzards.  I stood on the top of the hill and watched them fling themselves through the air, twisting and turning, tucking in their wings and plummeting headfirst to earth like a suicidal bullet before woooosh! They throw their wings out again and they are effortlessly borne aloft, seconds from death by impact, to ‘dance the skies on laughter silvered wings’ as the poem goes (High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr, one of my favourite poems).  It was a warm sunny day with light winds and so who could blame them for making the most of their sky empire and rejoicing in the sun.  I felt rather land bound and heavy watching them and could only dream of what it must feel like to soar and swoop in such a way.
Swooping buzzards

Meanwhile, back at Mottisfont, Brimstones have been dancing through the staff carpark having emerged from the Ivy in which they had tucked down for the winter and their bright golden presence warms the cockles.  

We are finishing the winter works and the estate has been bustling with the last minute race to the finish line.  In Oakley copse and Spearywell woods we have had Harvester machines in, clear felling areas of softwood plantation which will be sold as timber, leaving the woodland to regenerate broadleaf native species.  Harvesters are AMAZING.  They are a huge machine which grabs a tree in its transformer like claws and ziiiing! A blade has nipped out and cut the tree at the base, detaching it from the roots. Then it turns it sideways and, using a spikey rolling mechanism the tree is rolled through the claws and snedded (side branches removed) in a few seconds whilst the blade ziiiing! -cross cuts the trunk at the same time.  In a matter of seconds you have gone from a standing tree to a pile of logs – a process which can take me about half an hour with a chainsaw, depending on how many side branches there are to remove!  I would like to bid for a harvester of our own but I think we are talking in the region of many tens of thousands of pounds, so I may have to start saving the pennies…

Harvester power!

And whilst we are doing all this felling in the last gasp of winter, we are also planning for the future and creating life; tree planting.  As part of our Woodland Grant Scheme we are planting up a section of land that runs round the back of our Hazel coppice and was previously arable field.  The idea is that it will increase connectivity between woodlands and provide a future Oak timber crop in years to come.  I find there is something very satisfying and therapeutic about planting a tree – perhaps because so much of our work involves felling and clearing stuff, that to actually be putting something back into the ground and nurturing it gives me a sense of wellbeing.  Ryan has plotted and organised the tree planting and using his nifty method of stakes and strings to mark the spacing, both Monday and Thursday volunteers flung themselves into the task and did a brilliant job.  In two days we had planted almost all of the Oak species (English and Sessile) and other species are then to follow, including Holly, Hazel and Field Maple.  The mulch which we piled round the base of each tree comes from the brash we chipped from the coppice over the winter and which will do a great job of blocking weeds from growing up round the bases of the tree, as well as providing a nutrient filled mulch mat for the new tree to feed off as it rots down. 

In the beginning there were mulch piles....

A team of willing workers...

A rare shot of riverkeeper Neil, doing something land based!

End of day one

Whilst we were planting up, there was a cry of ‘Frog! Frog!’ and a minute later two of the volunteers approached me, one of them with his hands clenched shut around something…not a frog as it turned out (this illusion was swiftly dispelled when they saw fur) but something that I had hoped to spot on our estate since I worked here….a teeny tiny harvest mouse!  It was most opportune as I had remarked to my friend only a few days before as we walked that field that it would be a perfect grassy verge for harvest mice in winter and so I was proved correct only two days later.  Harvest mice are our smallest UK mouse, weighing only 3-4g and with a fully prehensile tail which they use like a fifth limb to climb around in grasses and reeds.  In summer they frequent the reeds and grasses along ditches such as those we have in Long Lash and then in winter they move back a bit to drier ground.  I have always wanted to find a wild Harvest mouse as I love seeing things I haven’t found before and so I was jumping for joy over this tiny ball of ginger fluff.
The tiny Harvest mouse

Unfortunately wouldn't keep still for a good photo...
Finally I shall leave you with this picture of a very contented looking sheep, relaxing in the first warm sun of the year.  In a few weeks’ time they will start shedding their winter fleeces and we shall know that the warmer months have truly arrived.

Looking like a fluffy puffball mushroom!

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