January 15, 2021

WILDING THE URBAN GARDEN
a year in the life of a wildlife haven
Extracts

Cultivating a wildlife garden is a relatively low-labour option. It takes time for a wildlife garden to fully develop but it’s easy to get some quick, early results. Most of the work is done by nature itself. Just letting grass grow, leaving some weeds in place, letting new plant species germinate, having some untidy areas, and providing food sources and habitat features such as seed feeders and  log piles will start attracting new wildlife species to your patch within a season.

Photo of wildlife garden2020 DIARY EXTRACTS

Jan 5th

The sparrows are out in force today, with fine weather after a day or two of rain. I never tire of watching sparrows in the garden. They’re a large and growing flock who seem to never leave the garden. All their needs seem to be met here: food, protection, nest-sites, safe roosting – and lots of opportunities to bicker at one another.

I get immense joy from this connexion with all the inhabitants of our little wildlife haven, and from the intimate insights into their lives. Most days there isn’t anything rare or exotic to look at; much of it may seem mundane or commonplace, but when you become immersed in it over a period you see all kinds of subtle stuff going on. I hope this will come across in these daily observations.

This natural richness shows that I must be doing something right in my role of custodian and maintainer of the garden. There’s a satisfying sense that we’re moving at least this little patch and its surroundings in the right direction; we’re playing some small part in the necessary effort to reverse humankind’s habit of ecological destruction.

Feb 6th

Looking out into the garden I see a sparrow-hawk crouching on the ground with a sparrow in its talons; it’s spreading its wings out in masking posture to show it’s not about to share this meal with anyone. When it’s sure the sparrow is dead it flies off with it.  Sorry, sparrows, but predators need to make a living too. These sparrow-hawks are stunning birds that occupy the top spot in the local food chain, and their presence indicates a healthy eco-system; I know that with ever growing numbers the sparrows can probably stand the loses.

photo of sparrow hawk

March 17th

One of my favourite plants is Lesser Celandine, the classic harbinger of spring, in full blossom now. It’s a member of  the buttercup family, with vivid yellow glossy petals  and heart shaped leaves.

Wordsworth loved Lesser Celandine so much that he wrote an ode to it. The plant is also known as Pilewort – you can guess what that’s helpful for. Perhaps Wordsworth had special reason to be grateful to the plant.

April 6th

Late last night Cherry took our dog Rosa out. In the garden Rosa started barking at something – it was a large hedgehog; she had never seen one of these. We watched the animal from a distance – excitedly. A hedgehog visiting your wildlife garden is something you try to provide the right conditions for, but whether it happens is beyond your control.

We stood watching the animal, spellbound; after a while it began to move. It stayed in the same spot, sniffing round, then found something and chomped on it. It wasn’t bothered by us; hedgehogs don’t have great eyesight. I noticed something small and white falling down in front of the hog; it found and ate it. The hedgehog had positioned itself underneath the mealworm feeder, filled during the day for the birds; every now and then a leftover worm would  manage to climb up the side and drop down to the ground. This hedgehog knew what it was doing.

The birds didn’t get any mealworms after that. Hedgehogs are just too special.

May 8th

Late yesterday evening we heard loud huffing, puffing and snorting in the garden, and saw that our big male hedgehog was on a date with a smaller hog, presumably female. As we watched we learned that the correct answer to the age-old joke ‘How do hedgehogs make love?’ is that the female can flatten down her prickles for the duration.

But how to tell the difference between male and female hedgehogs? The male has a penile sheath in the middle of his abdomen, looking rather like a belly-button, and the penis is typically retracted into this – unless he is lonely and self-stimulating. Did you know that male hedgehogs self-stimulate? And how do they do that? Carefully, one presumes.

June 1st

I’m now exhibiting the classic Corona symptoms: raised temperature, unproductive cough, shortness of breath, disruption of taste  and general debilitation.

Keeping up interest in the garden helps; the breeding season continues and the wildlife is showing great vitality. The surviving baby sparrows are now fat fledgelings, fully feathered and flying well, and able to find their own food; but many are still chasing their mothers around, calling incessantly and demanding feeding. These latter specimens are now identifiable as males; the mums are ignoring these demands. In sparrow circles this is no doubt regarded as man-fledging.

 

July 7th

I’m getting iller by the day, with non-stop coughing and difficulty breathing. My weight is down to 50 kg: quite skeletal really.

The male blackbird started singing at 4.10 this morning: it’s beautiful and uplifting. I know this bird is  probably only saying, “this is my territory so you’d better all piss off” but it’s doing it so beautifully; I never fail to feel joy listening to it, especially at  dawn and again at dusk. Who knows, perhaps the bird feels joy too: the joy of telling others to  f**k off? As indeed I do, sometimes.

Anthropomorphique, moi? Certainement.

August 31st

I’m starting to get annoyed at things, which may be a good sign as it’s my healthy default setting. Today I heard someone say on the radio, “It was a nightmare! I was stuck in traffic for an hour!” I find this incredibly annoying. People uses this phrase all the time:  “My phone battery was flat, it was a nightmare.” “We couldn’t find any pizza anywhere, it was a nightmare.” “I couldn’t get on my Facebook page!” “My boyfriend saw me without make-up etc etc etc” Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.

These are not nightmares. A nightmare is when you discover that the whole of your family have turned into vampire zombies. A nightmare is when someone is coming after you with a chainsaw and they’ve already killed the rest of the city. A nightmare is when the planet has been invaded by alien earwigs the size of elephants and have barbecued the rest of humanity  and you’re next on the menu. These are nightmares. The other items are  inconveniences. Why can’t people get these things right? Oh and by the way, traffic person: you are the traffic that you’re annoyed about.

September 17th

Apparently there’s something called Long Covid, and that’s what I’m in recovery from. I could wish I was getting better quicker, but Covid is notorious for people trying to get over it too quickly and thereby prolonging it.

I love the commonplace species, but this wild urban garden throws up something a bit special once in a while. Today it was an Emperor Dragonfly, Anex Imperatur, Britain’s bulkiest and most stunningly beautiful dragonfly, which spent time coasting round the garden in the morning sunlight, catching flying insects in the air around the flowering ivy. This magnificent creature is coloured apple green and sky blue with black markings, and 70 millimetres in length. The sighting is particularly unexpected as we’re far from any of its usual larger scale watery habitats. Maybe it’s drawn here by the richness of flying prey, which it not only catches but also eats on the wing. A truly wonderful creature.

Photo of damselfly

October 7th

The garden birds are fully feathered and less shy now after their late summer moult, when they stayed in cover a lot of the time. On this sunny day they are all out in the garden feeding at once, but in different ways.

The whole sparrow tribe are at the seed feeder. The wood pigeon is underneath them, hoovering up everything they knock down to the ground. The female blackbird is turning over leaf mould to find worms, while her mate is pecking at the fermenting windfall apples for its daily tipple of fruit alcohol. The squirrels are foraging all round the garden and carrying stuff off to their cache for winter. The wrens forage for invertebrates in the bark of elder tree, while a pair of bluetits are finding insects on other shrubs.

I’m starting to regain a little weight, but rebuilding the lost muscle mass is slow. I still need to build lung strength and capacity.

 

November 15th

Recovering well now; have finally got fitness and lung health back to where it was before onset of Covid at the start of June, but still only 55kg in weight.

Have been observing the ant colony in the garden. Ants have an array of extraordinary and highly effective ways of preventing and dealing with outbreaks of viral infections in their extremely close-knit social communities. They employ antibacterial tree resins in construction of their nests. They do social distancing as a matter of course, and  limit contact between different ant work-groups such as workers/ foragers/ nurses. When an ant is ill with an infectious condition it will stay away from the nest. If an individual shows sign of illness at home they will spray it with formic acid; if it cannot be saved it will be killed and disinfected. Perhaps we humans might learn something from this approach.

It looks like we may be getting a slightly more eco-sympathetic president across the water; one could scarcely describe the outcumbent as wildlife friendly.

 

December 21st

Winter solstice. It’s pouring with rain. I put the bird seed feeder in the porch so that the birds can source dry seed there. But now I see a woodmouse scurrying scurrying back and forth between the feeder and the woodpile where it lives, building up its winter larder. I built the woodpile for hedgehogs but they haven’t occupied it; so now its being used in a different way, and meanwhile the hedgehogs have been attracted by other resources. It just goes to show that you can create wildlife opportunities, but you can’t tell how ro by whom they will be taken up.

So a big lesson for me this year, inspired by the examples I’ve seen all year among the wildlife in the garden, is the importance of adapting to changing circumstances. When I was at my most ill there was no point in wishing it wasn’t happening, or putting life on hold until I would be better. It’s the same in life in general; always wanting things to be different from how they are is a recipe for unhappiness. It’s all about living in the present and adapting – like wildlife critters do.

Things could always be worse. In the life and death struggles of the wild garden, as indeed in my own struggles, being alive is a big advantage.

Photo of cobweb with frost