Category Archives: natural history

National Beanpole Week

Saturday 13 to Sunday 21 April is National Beanpole Week. And yes, well may you ask!


First celebrated in 2008 and it is run by the Small Woods Association.  The event recognises Britain’s traditionally managed coppiced woodlands along with the wildlife and plants that also live in them. Did you know that Britain lost around 90% of its coppiced woodlands in the 20th century — so there is a real need to support the coppice workers who continue to manage the woodlands we have left.

Simply put coppicing is a way of managing shoots at a size they can be used by cutting them every 10-20 years.  The coppiced wood allows plants to grow in a way that makes them a much more eye-catching addition to a beautiful garden. Not to mention the attraction from butterflies, the endangered doormouse and other creatures like the willow warbler.

Woodlands looked after in this way are known for their fantastic floral smell.  A real treat for the nose and the eyes!

And those coppiced hazel cuttings make superb beanpoles.

There’s a bit more information on the SmallWoods website at .

Greenford Wasp Day

Today has been declared Greenford Wasp Day.

Yep, as blogged a week ago, we still have loads of (mostly queen) wasps around. And I do mean loads.

Despite the cold weekend, on average over the past few days we have been evicting two or three a day from the house. They are mostly queens of Vespula vulgaris, the common wasp.


Today was no exception. Until, that is, Noreen made the mistake of going into the loft. From her description it sounds as if the airspace up there was a bit like the Battle of Britain! She caught and evicted around 20 wasps in the space of about 30 minutes. And even then left at least half a dozen in the loft. Every one I was shown was a queen.

Not only is the nest in our eaves, but the loft provides some superb hibernation real estate. There are cracks between the boards, tiles and rafters; there are cardboard boxes, there are cracks in the brickwork — just endless nooks and crannies.

I am just absolutely amazed that not only are the wasps still around, and hatching out, but that we have so many. The colony must have been breeding nothing but queens all summer!

Mind you, for every ten we put out probably at most one will see next Spring.

Wasps

Long time readers will know that I rather like wasps (yellow-jackets to you Americans) and I’ve written about them before (for example here and here). They are extremely good predators of creepie-crawlies and without them we’d be knee-deep in caterpillars and spiders. They are also adept at reducing dead wood to nothing: they scrape off pieces of wood which they chew into paper to make their nests.

This Autumn we seem to have a plethora of wasps. Not really surprising as we obviously have a wasps’ nest somewhere in our eaves. They come and go through the end of our guttering, a few feet from the bathroom window. And they are still very active; there’s a constant traffic of wasps in and out. That’s fine; it’s as it should be.

But what I have noticed is that we have an extraordinary number of queen wasps this Autumn. They are obviously emerging now, leaving the nest and are off to mate and find somewhere to hibernate. And they are mostly queens (although I think some of what I’ve seen are probably males); they’re far too large to be workers. At about twice the size of the workers (which is what we normally see about) they’re quite impressive.**

But why so many this year? It’s probably partly because we don’t so often see them and I’m seeing more now as they are so close (and they can now escape through the hatchway into our loft, which was previously not possible). But it is probably also partly because it is still mild and they haven’t been killed off in the nest by early frosts.


Vespula vulgaris

We have mostly two species of wasp in the UK, the common wasp, Vespula vulgaris, and the German wasp, Vespula germanica. I don’t know which species my wasps are, but I think probably the former; we do have both species here. I need to catch one and interrogate it; you can mostly tell the species from the face and body patterning, and the gender from size and body morphology as these illustrations show.


Vespula germanica

And these queens buzz. Very loudly but with a lower pitch than workers. I know this because the queens are getting into the house. Lots of queens. Yesterday we evicted three before lunch. But boy is that buzzing annoying: I guess it is designed to be. Like their colouring it could well be a defence mechanism; a warning: Don’t mess with me!

You can hear them coming. Standing in the bathroom this morning I could hear a faint, low buzzing. Alert! Wasp! But where was it? After a few minutes it appeared from the direction of the trap door. They’re attracted to light (I guess that, like moths, artificial light partly dazzles them) so putting out the bathroom light it was easy to shepherd the creature out of the window. Sorry dearie you ain’t hibernating in my house if I can avoid it — if nothing else the house is too warm for you to hibernate.

It’s interesting to watch them. They’re really only a pest when you can’t catch them or cajole them out. And they’ll be gone as soon as we get a couple of good frosts. Generally with wasps in the UK if you leave them alone they’ll leave you alone.^^ Let them be — they are such superb predators.

** No, they are NOT hornets. Hornets (Vespa crabo) are very large, quite scarce, more likely to be found in wooded areas, and distinctly yellow and brown.

^^ The only excuse for obliterating them is (a) if they are nesting somewhere totally unsuitable (like your kitchen) or (b) if you have someone you know to be seriously allergic to their sting as my late mother-in-law was, but that is not common.

Brownfield Wildlife

There was another interesting article in the Autumn issue of BBC Wildlife magazine on the importance of brownfield sites for wildlife.

We all think in terms of brownfield sites being derelict, dangerous and useless. But in fact it provides a whole range iof valuable, and often novel, habitat for wildlife. Indeed often brownfield sites are richer in wildlife than green belt land which tends to be managed and manicured by comparison.

Again the article isn’t online (although there is a short news report) so once more a few pertinent extracts.

Much has been made of the importance of brownfield for wildlife … there’s also an assumption … that it must be the priority for development in order to protect the countryside and the green belt

a conflict between the need for economic development and the conservation of wildlife habitats near where people live.

Often, though, the ideal solution is neither protection nor redevelopment but natural regeneration. Some of the pollutants in the soil and ground water of former industrial land can be broken down, neutralised and stored by microorganisms, fungi and plants … the environmental value of these natural decontaminants should not be taken lightly.

Brownfield land is full of contradictions. On the one hand, many wildlife-rich green spaces in our towns and cities are, ironically, brownfield. They provide the green networks on which these conurbations depend. And on the other, brownfield is far from an exclusively urban phenomenon.

There are countless brownfield sites … that may never become protected nature reserves, yet nonetheless are important refuges … landfill sites, scrapyards, car parks, skip depots, industrial estates and gravel pits.

in Britain, some species now depend on the ‘surrogate’ habitats provided by brownfield sites … shrill and brown-banded carder bees … both species of bee now depend on brownfield in the Thames Gateway

the last outpost of the silver-studded blue butterfly in the Midlands is a disused airfield at Prees Heath Common … the concrete runway, too expensive to remove, protects colonies of black ants that in turn protect the silver-studded blue caterpillars.

brownfield sustains as many Red Data and nationally scarce invertebrates as ancient woodland.

Dereliction is not the sole qualification for brown field land. Many other places don’t fit the official definition, because they are functioning as intended: railway-line cuttings and embankments, motorway verges, canal towpaths, retail parks and the open spaces backing onto housing estates and enterprise zones … because they are urban or industrial, they are still lumped together as brownfield, and all are of unintended wildlife importance.

Asphalt and piles of bricks are equivalent to heat-retaining heathland for basking slow-worms and common lizards. Warehouses and towers are like cliffs to nesting peregrines and kestrels. Railway ballast supports plants adapted to growing on limestone.

disturbance opens dormant seeds in the soil and gives the ‘seed rain’ falling from the air a chance to germinate. Moreover, in brownfield land not used for food production or recreation, there is little or no exposure to herbicides, pesticides, fungicides and chemical fertilisers.

The importance of small, inter-connected wildlife havens is very noticeable, and brownfield clearly contributes much to this.

Here in west London we are lucky. There is a string of open green land running from Richmond north-west through Ealing, Harrow and Watford right out to the farmland beyond the M25. No one piece is more than about half a mile from the next, even if that next piece is only a range of large gardens or a brownfield area. And it is especially noticeable the extent to which birds use these green corridors — a definite SE-NW axis to bird flights is noticeable from my study window.

We do not need more office bocks or airports. We need all the open space we can get, even if that is scrubland, bushes and hedges. Although trees and meadows are just as valuable. Planners please note.

Sparrers

That cheeky chappie of British cities, the House Sparrow is under threat. This much we knew. Numbers have been declining for some years, although the population around us having fallen some years back is now quite healthy again. But scientists are still trying to work out the cause of the decline.

Following up on this, and some recent research, there was an article in the Autumn 2012 issue of BBC Wildlife magazine. The article doesn’t appear to be online, so I bring you a few salient extracts.

The cockney ‘sparrer’ is falling quiet in our cities — and one problem may be too much noise.

a small, but significant, difference in the chances of their chicks fledging — 21 percent tor those in a noisy area, but 25 per cent for those elsewhere.

[Research suggests] noise interferes with communication between the patent birds and their offspring, which as a result are fed less often.

a shortage of invertebrate food in the sparrows’ diet limits nestlings’ chances of survival.

chicks raised in areas with high nitrogen dioxide levels — ie. close to busy roads — fledge at lower weights.

Despite its position on Britain’s Red List of threatened species, the house sparrow is not rare — though it has declined, there are about 6 million pairs in the UK.

Sparrows connect city-dwellers with nature

the downturn has been rapid. Over 15 years between 1983 and 1998 … sparrow numbers dropped by 90 per cent in one Edinburgh park.

the drive to renovate buildings and tidy up parks is more significant, depriving urban sparrows of places to nest, feed and take cover. Sparrows and other birds like bits of green space, evergreen cover, bushes … But we have lost a lot of scrub from parks in recent decades.

house sparrows are more likely to thrive in areas of high social deprivation, either because buildings are in poor repair or because gardens are less manicured, improving invertebrate and seed productivity

lead-free petrol has even been cited, with the additive MTBE being blamed for killing insects. Cats ate significant predators of house sparrows. Rising numbers of feral pigeons could be transmitting increasing levels of disease.

I don’t agree that domestic cats are the problem everyone makes out. Yes they do kill birds — so do sparrowhawks, kestrels, magpies and crows — but in my experience not that many. And in any event they are generally taking the weaker (who may have perished anyway), thus allowing the stronger a better chance of survival.

But the real lesson for me from this is that basically we don’t know. Or perhaps more accurately, there is no one factor for the decline, but many interrelated factors.

Our sparrows have bounced back despite a decrease in the number of easily accessed roofs in which to nest. But it is noticeable that they inhabit a small cluster of gardens, including ours, with a higher than normal number of bushes, hedges and trees. So the point about cover is well made. They like bird feeders too as they provide easy food, when the Greenfinches and Parakeets can be elbowed aside.

I like sparrows. There are days when you open our front door and all you can hear is three dozen sparrows all going cheep, cheep, cheep! Our front garden hedge is their local village pub. And that’s good.

Wasps

I know many people don’t like wasps. People are afraid of them because they buzz irritatingly and because we have learnt they sting — rather painfully. And yes they can be annoying little buzzers. Generally if you ignore them, they’ll ignore you; but if you annoy them they’ll order reinforcements (and yes they do — using pheromones!).

But I happen to think wasps are wonderful creatures, unless you are one of the unfortunate very few who are allergic to them (when they are actually rather dangerous).

In fact all the social insects (bees, wasps, ants, termites) are amazing for the way their colonies are run and organised. But I am especially fond of wasps, because without wasps we would not have life as we know it.

That sounds like an overstatement. And until the other day I might have agreed.


Vespula germanica, worker

First of all, what I already knew, is that wasps are incredibly useful predators. Without them we would be knee deep in creepy-crawlies. Our common European wasp species, Vespula vulgaris and V. germanica, predate caterpillars, and indeed other insect forms, which they feed to their grubs. Most of the other social wasps do this; and many of the solitary wasps parasitise caterpillars. In fact almost every pest insect species has at least one wasp species that preys upon it or parasitises it, making wasps critically important in natural control of pest numbers.

If you’re an insect, wasps are formidable predators with paralysing stings and razor sharp jaws. I’ve seen a common wasp catch a large bumblebee, sting/paralyse it, snip off it’s head, wings and legs and fly off with the body (which it could only just carry) — all in about 60 seconds.

Wasps will also take carrion to feed to their larvae. If you have wasps around, try leaving out small piece of red meat (raw or cooked) and if you’re lucky you can watch the wasps chopping off small chunks and taking them away. (By the way the adult wasps feed on nectar and sweet fruit which is why they become more of a nuisance in the Autumn when they look for more quick calories to keep them going.)

Wasps are also incredibly good at destroying dead wood. They use tiny slivers of wood, often chewed into paper, with which to build their nests. We have a handful of old pine logs in our garden and in a just 3 years or so the wasps have largely destroyed many of them. On a warm summer day you can watch a continual traffic of worker wasps cutting off slivers of wood and carrying them off.

All that I already knew. So now for what I didn’t know. Indeed what until recently no-one knew!

As if all the above wasn’t enough it turns out that yeasts, and especially Saccharomyces cerevisiae — that’s the common yeast we use for brewing beer, fermenting wine and proving bread — likely overwinter in the guts of hibernating queen wasps, ready to spread on the surface of fruit (especially grapes) the following summer. Yes, until very recently no one knew this, despite S. cerevisiae being scientifically very important as a “lab animal” as well as commercially (and socially!) valuable.

In a recently published piece of research (you can find fuller reports here and here) scientists worked out that many species and strains of yeasts were overwintering inside queen wasps, being transmitted in the Spring to their new larvae, which then as adults reinfected fruits. Wash; rinse; repeat.

Other mechanisms for yeast overwintering are proposed, so this may not be the only way. But it looks as if it may well be a very important way. And it is a route which was totally unknown until recently. (In fact the natural history of yeasts is generally poorly understood, despite their importance.) As always more research, and more questions, beckon.

This is why I love science. We are still making amazing discoveries like this. The more we look, the curiouser and curiouser the natural world is.

Moral: If you have wasps around, LEAVE THEM ALONE; they’re amazing little creatures which provide us some good service.

Pieces of Pigeon

If you’re overly squeamish, or don’t like bits of things, then you might be advised to look away now.

A few weeks ago we discovered a decaying pigeon carcass hidden in a nook in the garden. When examined it was little but a collection of decaying feathers and bones; it had clearly been lying in it’s last resting place for some months. We managed, without too much mess, to salvage the breastbone and the skull.

Pigeon Sternum & Skull
Click on any of the images for larger views on Flickr

Having soaked them overnight in mild detergent (aka. shampoo) and given them a careful scrub with an old toothbrush they were allowed to dry thoroughly. Then I bleached and disinfected them twice, again overnight, in hydrogen peroxide, allowing them to dry thoroughly in between. They have then been sitting drying thoroughly again in the bathroom for a week or more.

(Whether this is anything like an approved method for preparing such specimens, I have no idea. I more or less made it up as I went along, and it seems to have worked. Being a chemist helps!)

Pigeon Sternum & Skull

These are the resulting photographs. The structures are amazing. Some of the delicate structure of the brain case can be discerned. So can the wonderfully intricate fine structure which is actually within the bone of the sternum (birds have very light bones filled with air-sacs which is I think what we’re seeing). The sternum especially is beautiful to handle: it weighs absolutely nothing, literally no more than a feather, and it feels like the most gorgeous and delicate waxed paper, something which isn’t so obvious with the skull.

Pigeon Skull

Just for the record …
The skull is 56mm from back to the tip of the bill, 20mm high, 20mm wide.
The sternum is 72mm long, 48mm high, 50mm wide.

Pigeon Sternum from Above

Next time you’re destroying a roast chicken (or even your cat’s next mouse) stop for a few minutes and look at the amazing structures before throwing the carcass in the bin. If you really want to see what the bones are like, boil them down in clean water (you can use the water for stock! — no maybe not the mouse!), clean them, then bleach them (domestic beach or hydrogen peroxide is fine; but not acid) and wash well in clean water; leave them to dry thoroughly. Finally be amazed.

This is why I love science and natural history.

Kew Gardens

Yesterday we went to Kew Gardens to meet our friend Katy and her three children who are in London for half-term holiday, and trying desperately to avoid all the Jubilee shenanigans.

We had a great day. We’d agreed to meet at 10 and provision lunch for ourselves (we’ve not been impressed with the catering at Kew in the past); although Noreen and I did agree to provide cake for all: no mean feat when you’re meeting four cake eating fiends! We also provided a generous supply of home-made pizza.

Noreen and I left home too early. My fault as I was calculating on weekday rush hour traffic not that at dead of a grey wet Saturday morning. Even having stopped on the way to to acquire sandwiches and cake we arrived 30 minutes before the gates opened at 9.30. Boring!

Katy and troop eventually showed up just before 10.30 having (predictably) been stymied by the vagaries of London Underground. By this time Noreen and I had drunk coffee (some of which I spilled, scalding my hand — dozy git!), we’d had a wander round the shop and Kew’s all too tiny garden centre, and I had bought two orchids to add to my collection (luckily the shop were happy to keep them aside for me until we left).

Cactus Flower

Although we go to Kew at least once a year, I’ve still never managed to see more than about 40% of the 300 odd acres. And Katy hasn’t been there for half a lifetime! So we decided we’d take the motorised tour train round the gardens, to get a flavour of everything. It wasn’t very warm and was trying to drizzle; I was glad I’d worn jeans rather than shorts and had a waterproof. Sadly the tour guide/train driver was dreadful and seemed to be telling us everything except what we wanted to know — but then it’s probably designed to appeal most to Americans and Japanese (of whom there were plenty).

We managed 80% of the tour before jumping off and heading for (more) coffee and early lunch. Still, having now done the tour I now know that the parts of Kew I have seen are the parts which really do most interest me, with a couple of exceptions.

Kew Palace Panorama

After lunch, and allowing the kids to run around for a bit, we wandered off to see Kew Palace — yes, a small Royal Palace built late 17th century in the Dutch style and one of the last refuges of the madness of George III. It isn’t large, but is well done and is quite interesting, especially as in restoring it they have left some of the walls of the upper floors in pieces to show how they were constructed. The formal gardens behind the palace are also rather lovely, although the Laburnum walk was clearly well past it’s best. After this I had a little rest on a park bench (so decadent!) while the others availed themselves of a guided tour of the palace kitchens.

By this time it was nigh on 2pm and we were still cold; well the weather was unseasonably grey and breezy. So it was off in search of more coffee and share out some cake, with more time for the kids to run riot!

We then wandered off in search is the Princess of Wales Conservatory and the Palm House. There at least we would get warm! But by this time the sun was out and it turned into a rather nice afternoon.

I always like the PoW Conservatory. Like the rest of Kew there is always something to look at, whether it is flowering cacti, orchids, bougainvillea, water lilies … and there are Amazonian fish in the pond including, this time, a huge puffer fish and an enormous Plecostomus catfish.

Water Lily House

Another short rest to allow the children to let off more steam — where do they get the energy?! — and off for a quick tour of the water lily house (instant sauna!), which is always gorgeous at this time of year, and the Palm House with more aquatics in the basement as well as bananas, neem, ylang-ylang and ginger plants.

Nymphaea Cultivar

By this time we adults were on our knees, and in fact the kids were beginning to tire too. So just after 4.30 we packed up our kit and decided to go our separate ways home (having collected my orchids). We didn’t get to the roses, the Temperate House, the Japanese Garden or the Treetop Walk, all of which remain on the list for anther day. Nevertheless it was a grand day out; we got cold; we got hot; we saw lovely things, we drank coffee, we bought ourselves treats and we consumed a month’s worth of sugar. And there are still things to go back for. What more could one want?

You can find Katy’s account on her weblog.
And lots more of my photos of Kew (not just yesterday’s) on my Flickr.

Reasons to be Grateful: 20

Experiment, week 20. Yes, we’re now a third of the way through the 60 week experiment! So here are this week’s five things which have made me happy or for which I’m grateful.

    Silver Birch Catkins

  1. Photographing Parakeets. As you will have seen from my post earlier in the week I spent a nice sunny afternoon sitting in the garden photographing the local Ring-Necked Parakeets.
  2. Birch Catkins and Pine Cones. The garden today has been a real delight. It’s been a bit cooler than a few days ago but still wall-to-wall sunshine. The catkins on the silver birches are just out (note to get out the hayfever tablets!) and our Christmas trees (now around 20 feet high) have enormous crops of cones, and are spreading seeds everywhere.
  3. Butterflies. The warm weather has also brought out the first butterflies, as well as the early bumblebees and queen wasps. The first butterfly I saw, a couple of days ago, was a Holly Blue. Shortly followed by a Small White. And today sitting in the sun there was a brand spanking newly hatched Comma — and I’ve not seen one of those here for a few years either.
  4. Goldcrest. While in the garden this afternoon, Noreen looked up into the smaller Christmas tree and said “What’s this bird over my head?” I went to look. And there just 5 or 6 feet above us, and completely oblivious to our presence, was the tiniest Goldcrest. It is our smallest native bird, much smaller even than a Blue Tit, and although not hugely rare it is uncommon and seldom seen because it prefers living deep in (preferably conifer) woodland. This is the second one I’ve seen here in a week; and they’re the only ones in the last 10 years! One can hope they’ll stay, but I doubt we have enough nearby trees, especially conifers. I couldn’t get a good photo of it as I was shooting against the bright sky but here’s an image from the web.

  5. Cold Roast Pork Sandwiches. Finally on a foodie theme … At the end of last week when we were in Norwich visiting my mother we picked up a large, but incredibly cheap, joint of pork shoulder for roasting in Roy’s, the local supermarket chain. It was magnificent; it was so tender that you could cut the cooked meat with a spoon. And it made some delicious cold roast pork sandwiches! I love cold roast pork!

Reasons to be Grateful: 13

Experiment, week 13. This week’s five things which have made me happy or for which I’m grateful.

  1. Green Woodpecker. I’ve always been one for watching the birds — both feathered and primate varieties. One of the feathered type which I’ve always liked but seldom seen is the Green Woodpecker, colloquially know as a Yaffle from its laughing call. I’m lucky as I now see them irregularly but several times a year going through the garden. We had one hunting for food in the snow earlier this week. They’re extremely handsome.
  2. Fresh Snow. I don’t know why, but there is always something slightly romantic about seeing snow fall and fresh, virgin snow on the ground.
  3. Baked Ham. I love home cooked, succulent ham. However I tend to avoid buying gammon joints as these days I consider gammon lacks flavour and has always been over-priced. When I can get one I buy a smoked collar joint. Collar as a cut is greatly under-rated. Collar rashers are larger and for my money much better value than the ubiquitous back bacon. Even better, if you can get it, is a large collar joint; it makes an excellent ham. (Waitrose normally have collar joints but they are mostly too small; you really need one about 1.5 Kilos — that’s the size they should be if the pig has been grown fully.) Noreen has a great way of cooking it in a plain flour and water (huff) pastry case which you discard afterwards. Eaten hot with roast or jacket potatoes, veg of choice and parsley or mushroom sauce it is great comfort food. Or eat it cold with salad, or mash and pickles, or between bread.
  4. Redwings (right) and Fieldfares (below right). These two birds are both members of the thrush family which we don’t see regularly in gardens in the UK. They are birds of open countryside where they gather in mixed flocks. They are winter visitors to the UK and only come to gardens in the hardest of weather. So we’ve had a few around over the last few days and this morning there was a mixed band of at least 60 birds sitting in our silver birch trees. Lovely to see.
  5. Fish & Chips. Yesterday we had the quarterly Anthony Powell Society London pub meet at the Audley in Mayfair. This is always a convivial and informal occasion where we enjoy good beer, good pub food, good company and interesting chat. I try not to eat much fish unless I know it is farmed or sustainably caught, but the Audley’s fish and chips is an exception: it is always good and a popular choice amongst the regulars at the pub meet. More comfort food!