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Beautiful warm night tonight, which is fitting for the spring equinox, I suppose.  I happened to take a visit to the vegetable garden tonight (I’ve been hard at work there lately, digging and planting) when I heard a commotion from the pond in our neighbour’s garden.  Shining the torch, I could see that there were dozens of toads sitting on the damp grass and splashing in the water.

Common toad - Bufo bufo

It is obviously toad mating time again – there was no doubt what some of the toads were doing.

The fascinating thing was the noise they were making.  I’ve never heard toads sing like this before, but they really did make quite a noise.  Here is a recording I made (turn your volume up) that captures the sound:

I’ve seen toads mating here in previous years, but the sheer number this year made it quite a spectacle.  For a species in decline it was good to see them obviously thriving here.  Hats off to my neighbour for having such a good wildlife pond in his garden.

Mrs BWM made the find of the evening when she came across a small newt on the edge of the pond.  I’m not a newt expert by any means, so I’m not sure what species it is.  I’ll look it up in the guidebooks when I get a chance.

NewtI remember reading somewhere that newts will eat frog- and toad-spawn, so perhaps it wasn’t as innocent as it looked.

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It’s been a quiet weekend because the whole family has been poorly with another cold.  I haven’t ventured far out at all, despite the nice weather, opting instead to sit inside under a blanket and feel sorry for myself.   We used to be so fit and healthy, but as soon as young Scarlett started going to nursery we’ve succumbed to every single bug and virus that’s gone around.  ‘Scarlett fever’ – ha ha!

As a result of my moping, the only little snippet I can add to the body of naturalist knowledge this week is a picture of the droppings of a Chinese Water Deer from the garden.  It isn’t much, but they’re not a common deer species so it’s useful to have a record.

Chinese Water Deer Droppings

Chinese Water Deer Droppings - scale in cm

The Handbook says this of the scat of Chinese Water Deer: ‘Usually1.0-1.5cm long x 0.5-1.0cm wide; not normally aggregated, black or dark brown, cylindrical, pointed at one end, rounded at other.

So now you know, should you ever come across any…

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A pool in Folly Wood

A pool in Folly Wood on Flitwick Moor

Despite persistent rain yesterday, this morning was bright and clear.  There was definitely a more spring-ish feel to the day.  I still want to continue my surveys of the local badger setts but today I decided to venture a little further afield for a change.

Flitwick Moor has been called Bedfordshire’s most important wetland site.  I’ve never actually visited it, which is inexcusable since it isn’t very far away.  It’s a Site of Special Scientific Interest and a nature reserve, comprising woodlands, peat bog and grassland, with the little River Flit adding an extra element.  A peculiarity of the site are the springs of iron-rich water – iron oxide gives the streams and pools a vivid orange colour.  The water was believed to have health-giving properties and there was once a small but flourishing industry bottling it for sale.

Stream in Folly Wood

A stream in Folly Wood - note the orange iron oxide

I took Scarlett for a walk.  An actual walk, not just in the baby carrier (not all the time, anyway).  She’s got the hang of the whole bipedalism thing now and she wants to practice as often as she can.  The latest piece of outdoor gear that I bought was a one-piece waterproof suit for her (in green camouflage, no less) so I can now let her roam happily and not worry about her getting muddy when she falls over.

Walking on Flitwick Moor

Walking on Flitwick Moor

And it was a grand morning to be out for a walk.  For once the sun was shining and signs of spring were all around.  I heard my first Great Spotted Woodpecker of the year drumming, while a Green Woodpecker yaffled somewhere deep in the woods. Great Tits and Chaffinches chattered among the trees.  In a pond by the path were dozens of frogs, with clumps of frogspawn showing what they were doing.

Frogspawn

Frogspawn

But I must confess that there is another species that I really wanted to find signs of.  The moor is home to otters – only a very small population, I believe, but otters nonetheless.  Otters are high on my still-not-written-yet list of wildlife ambitions for the year.  I’ve seen signs of otters in Wales but I never thought the day would come when I’d have a realistic chance of coming across them in Mid-Bedfordshire.  It’s an indication of how far the species has recovered, although they’re not common yet.

The River Flit

The River Flit

I didn’t think I’d see an otter but I kept my eyes open for tracks.  The muddy ground along the river was perfect for tracks, but it’s also a popular walking route and was covered in thousands of dog tracks, including a lot from otter-sized terriers, so picking out individual prints was difficult.  I can’t claim to have seen any prints or scat that looked ottery, but I had fun looking.  I did follow the trail of a badger for a hundred yards or so along the river.  This was odd – I wouldn’t have expected to find badgers in such a low-lying and boggy place.

So, no otters but an enjoyable walk in an interesting place.  And after all, this was only my first visit.  I’ll be back here again, I’m sure.

Off the beaten track

Like father, like daughter - wandering off the beaten track

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Gloomy woodsOn the one hand, there are signs that spring is peeping through.  The snowdrops have been up for a couple of weeks and the daffodils are starting to show.  The woods are thick with the first bluebell shoots and the catkins are out on the hazels.  On the other hand, the weather is still distinctly wintry.  Saturday’s heavy rain gave way to a fine misty drizzle today.  It’s been a dark, cold and gloomy day.

I spent some time this morning starting to tidy up the vegetable garden, beginning the transformation from soggy, chicken-ravaged wilderness to productive veg patch.  Speaking of chickens, I clipped their wings today to try to put an end to a recent spate of escapes (the ungrateful little minxes have everything they want – loads of space, a whole vegetable garden to scratch in and a lovely coop, and they still persist in escaping) and – avert your eyes, gentle reader – I set traps for the rats.  Where there are chickens, there are rats.  They live in my compost bins and flourish and grow fat on the leftover chicken feed.  Despite my recent chivalry towards the rat that the cat brought in, I need to control their numbers.  Let’s not be squeamish about it.

In the afternoon I was on parenting duty, so it was on with the backpack baby carrier and off to the wood.  I thought I’d follow my own advice about this being a good time of year for sett surveys and see what else was happening.  We walked to the far end of the wood, through the dark, mist-dripping trees, to the Beech Tree sett.  This was much easier to see without the summer bracken, but to my disappointment there were no signs of recent use.  There were no signs of disturbance (i.e. it had not been dug out or blocked), but it did not look at all badgery.  The footpaths in the wood showed clear badger tracks, the badger paths looked well-used (although they are also used by deer, so this isn’t a definite sign) and I was even able to track a badger through the muddy pasture on the far side of the wood and up a farm track.  But the Beech Tree sett itself was apparently unused.

I’m beginning to doubt myself now.  I’ve only ever watched this sett a couple of times, and I’ve never actually seen a badger come out.  Perhaps it isn’t a badger sett at all?  Perhaps it’s been unused for a while?  If it isn’t an active sett then there must be one close by that is.  There’s far too much evidence of badger activity for there not to be, and the location is right for my territory map.

As ever, the badgers have got me confused.  I think I need to take a few more walks up to the wood before the summer to see if I can either see some activity at the Beech Tree or track down another sett.

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The backpack baby carrier

The backpack baby carrier

It’s been a while since I last had a look at the main badger sett in the wood so it was overdue a visit.  I like to go to the sett at this time of year – the lack of undergrowth makes it easy to see the layout of the site (not easy in summer when there’s waist-high nettles), and the number of active holes gives you an idea of the prosperity of the clan.  The badgers should be giving birth to cubs now; extra active holes is a sign that the females have set up separate ‘maternity’ holes safely away from the rest of the group.

The badgers seem to have declined sharply in numbers at this sett, from 12 or so a couple of years ago down to maybe just  four last year.  I was keen to check that they were OK.  There was no chance of seeing badgers in the middle of the day, but hopefully the activity at the sett would give me an idea.

Getting up to the wood presented a bit of a challenge.  Mrs BWM has been away for the weekend for work, so that means if I was going to go to the wood, then Scarlett was going to come with me.  The all-terrain baby buggy is good, but I didn’t fancy lugging it over fallen trees in the wood.  Besides, it’s been raining a lot this week and the fields around here resemble a Flanders battlefield in 1917.  It was time to try out a new piece of kit – a backpack baby carrier that a friend had kindly given us.  It was surprisingly comfortable to carry – I’m used to carrying a big rucksack after years of backpacking – and Scarlett enjoyed peering out over my shoulder.  All in all it proved a very effective way of covering rough ground.

badger tracks in mud

Badger tracks in mud - note the heel pad, which rarely shows up on firmer ground

The mud was deep and claggy but it showed up tracks beautifully.  The badgers had been out in force, with badger tracks literally covering the ground at the entrance to the wood.  So far so good – the badgers are there and they’re active.

The sett itself showed similarly encouraging signs.  The badger paths were all well-trodden and the dung pits were well-used.  Six of the sett entrances showed significant signs of use, both tracks and spoil from recent excavation.  Interestingly, I did a similar survey almost exactly a year ago, and different holes were active then than are active now.  Most of the active holes were at the east end of the sett, with only the main hole at the west end showing signs of use.  This is not necessarily anything to be concerned about.  I’m getting used to the idea that badgers move regularly between holes at the sett, even though I still don’t know why they do it or what determines which holes they use.  I have an idea that it is related to clan relationships and hierarchy, but I’m a long way off proving it or even providing a working hypothesis.  One day the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place.

Active badger hole

Active badger hole - fresh spoil and no dead leaves

Overall, it was a useful visit.  The badgers seem to be active and there were no signs of disturbance or visible casualties.  I’ll try to get a nocturnal session up here soon and see if I can’t observe the badgers themselves.

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A badger!

I commute into work on the train so I drive to the station each morning.   Instead of driving the quick way on the main roads I get up a little earlier and drive a longer route along the country lanes.  I like this – there’s always a chance of coming across the local wildlife on the quieter roads and in the woods and I feel that I get out into the proper countryside every day, even on workdays.  On most journeys I’ll see something – a muntjac, a chinese water deer or a hare.

But this morning, after a year and a half of driving this route, I added a new species to the list.  As I drove up the lane about a mile from home, there was a badger, trotting along happily at the side of the road.  This was at 6.30 this morning, so it was late for a badger to be out foraging, but it had been a mild, damp night so it was perfect conditions for catching worms.  Maybe it stayed out to make the most of it.

I’ve never seen a badger around here before, but it was next to a large patch of (unfortunately private) woodland, so I guess it lives close.  Apart from adding a little to my badger map of the area it was good to see one of the beasts again.  It’s the first live badger I’ve seen since September.  I feel like a proper Badger Watching Man again.

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Speaking of books, I bought myself another good one recently.   It’s called The Nocturnal Naturalist by Kelvin Boot.  Published in 1985 it’s out of print now (I bought mine, an ex-library copy, for £2 on Amazon), which is a shame as it’s a good book.  Let me quote you a paragraph from the opening page:

‘My interest in the night stemmed from a combination of curiosity and necessity – I wanted to study wild creatures but had to work for a living during the day.  The result was a revelation.  I was astounded at how much could be seen within a small radius and am now convinced that a thorough understanding of an area can only be gained by studying it at night.’

Here, clearly, is a man after my own heart.  Not only does he share my desire to understand the wildlife on his local patch, but he also has no time to do it in daylight.  The obvious course of action was to follow his example and make more use of the hours of darkness.

Tonight I put the theory into practice.  Unfortunately the weather was filthy; strong winds – the tail-end of the recent gales – and a steady drizzle blowing sideways across the fields in the gusts.  Not ideal for any wildlife, and certainly not ideal for me.  Nevertheless, I wanted to put the whole nocturnal thing into practice, and besides, there is always a pleasure in being out when everyone else is tucked up inside.

It’s a good thing that everyone was inside, because I spent an hour and a half and a shuffling slowly around the local area dressed in my camouflage jacket and peering through my night vision scope.  Anyone seeing me would have probably called the police.  It’s a sign that I’ve grown soft lately, but I couldn’t face the mile-long walk up to the wood in these conditions.  Instead, I settled for the circuit of the fields and copses behind my house – the same route that makes up my usual short tracking walk.  I know from the signs that I’ve found here that there are foxes, badgers, a range of deer species and at least one stoat that all frequent this area, so it’s a good a place to start as any.

I decided to use the NV scope instead of a torch.  Walking while using the scope was almost impossible, but I found it was easy enough to scan the area, walk a few yards and then stop and scan again.  The infra-red illuminator meant that any animals showed up by their eye-shine, so it was quite an effective way of searching an area.

Did I see foxes, badgers, deer or stoats?  No.  I saw a total of 14 rabbits.  I probably see more (and more interesting) wildlife on my drive to the station each morning, but that’s not the point.  I was outdoors and I was enjoying myself.

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Aspley WoodsToday I joined the Bedfordshire Badger Network on a field trip to Aspley Woods.

Aspley Woods is on the Bedfordshire/ Buckinghamshire border.  It’s a fantastic place – acres of woodland and miles of paths and trails.  There’s even an Iron Age hillfort, a rare antiquity in this part of the country.   The nearby village of Woburn Sands gives you a clue to the underlying geology: the trails are mostly fine sand and the perfect place to spend a day if you want to improve your tracking skills.  It’s like walking through a giant sand pit.

We were looking for signs of badgers in the woods.  Unfortunately, the group I was with found no trace of them whatsoever.  Perhaps the poor, sandy soil isn’t ideal for badgers – perhaps there isn’t enough food.  Perhaps the popularity of the woods with walkers, horse riders and mountain bikers has discouraged them.  Still, badgers are fairly common in the area so you think there would have been some sign.  Perhaps we were just looking in the wrong place.

Whatever.  It was nice to get out for a walk in the woods with like-minded folk.  A very enjoyable morning.

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It’s a belated Happy New Year actually, as we’re three days into 2011 already.  I’ve had a great time with friends and family over Christmas and the New Year and things are settling back into a more normal routine.

The cold weather broke a couple of days after Christmas.  Christmas day was on Saturday; by Monday the temperature had risen above freezing for the first time in weeks, and by Wednesday the fields were clear of snow.  It was a relief (not least to my heating bills) but after a thaw everything is muddy, damp, foggy and just dirty.  Part of me misses the crisp cleanness of the ice.

I have been even quieter than usual in terms of getting out and about in the countryside.  This isn’t just laziness, it’s the way my life is organised at the moment.  Mrs BWM works a shift pattern that includes weekends, so as often as not I look after Scarlett at the weekend.  Scarlett gets up at 7.30am or so, has lunch at 12.30, an afternoon nap between 2.00 and 4.00pm, and then off to bed at 7.00 or 7.30pm.  This means I have two ‘windows’ to go out with her during the day, one in the morning and one after 4.00pm.  Unfortunately, at this time of year, it is too dark to go wandering around with a small child at 4.00pm, hence we haven’t been out much.  Besides, it really has been too cold for a toddler.  Much better to stay in and watch In the Night Garden on TV.

We had a little stroll today though, just around the local fields in expectation of the longer and warmer days to come.  The local birds seem to be waking up after the cold.  We saw thrushes, finches, blackbirds and tits.  I always think of blue tits in particular as garden birds, so much so that it seems odd to see them in the wild.  At one point I swear I heard a green woodpecker ‘yaffling’ in the trees, but this may have been just wishful thinking.

Badger tracks - front and hind feet

Badger tracks - front (with claws) and hind feet

The damp, muddy ground was ideal for tracks.  Not as good as snow, but I was able to get a good idea of the animals that had been about.  The fallow deer had passed through, plus the normal muntjac.  There were many rabbit tracks – these look quite different in sand to the way they do in snow.  Often all you will see is the clawmarks, quite unlike the broad pads that show up in snow.

Encouragingly, the badgers are still present in this field.  I followed the tracks of a fairly small badger for half a mile or so along the path.  It’s sort of comforting to know that they’re still out there, even when I’m too busy to get out and see them.

It was only a short stroll, but it’s given me the impetus to try to get out more.  My family takes priority, of course, but I need to find a way to make time to get outside.  My interest in the local wildlife was originally stimulated by the desire to get outside and experience the countryside on my doorstep.  I think I need to re-discover that.

This being New Year, what I think I will do is to put together a list of  wildlife ‘resolutions’ that I want to achieve over the coming year.  I’ll need to give these some thought, because I need to be realistic (let’s face it, I’m not going to see a Golden Eagle or a Scottish Wildcat here in Mid-Bedfordshire), but at the same time I think it would be good to have a goal.

Let me ponder this for a while, and then I’ll come back with my list.  Let’s see what I can come up with.

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Waxwings in Woburn

Waxwings in Woburn

So the snow fell yesterday and it’s still here today.  The warmest it got was minus 4 degrees at midday, so the snow is still crisp and powdery.  I took Scarlett for a quick walk to the field behind my house this morning.  There were the usual rabbit tracks and quite a few fox tracks, but the main thing I discovered was that hauling an all-terrain baby buggy through 4 inches of powder snow really is as difficult as it sounds.

In the afternoon, despite all the warnings not to travel unless it was absolutely vital, I got in my car and went for a drive along the snow-covered, icy roads to the village of Woburn.  I was risking life and limb to witness a great wildlife spectacle: the Woburn waxwings.

Waxwing flock

A small part of the waxwing flock

Waxwings are birds, related (I think) to larks.  They are residents of Scandinavia but sometimes come to Britain in winter, to feed on berries.  These invasions – ‘waxwing winters’ have apparently been recorded since as long ago as 1679.

For a week or two now the birdwatching grapevine has been humming with reports of waxwings in the area.  The biggest flock is in Woburn, where 350 birds have been reliably counted.  This is a big number of waxwings.  Now, you must understand that I don’t class myself as a twitcher.  I’ve always made a point of sticking to the area around my house, looking for birds and animals but not travelling far from home just to tick off a species.  For me, understanding my local patch has always been the important thing.  At least, I did until we got a huge flock of unusual migrants a few miles away.  This was enough to get me skidding my way along the treacherous, icy roads.

The waxwings were easy to find.  A small gaggle of birdwatching paparazzi was gathered to watch and photograph them.  My RSPB Pocket Birds book says of that waxwings are “exotic looking and very tame”.   The book is very accurate on this.  Firstly, waxwings are very handsome birds.  Dark pink, with black and white bars on the wing tips and a charming crest.  They do look exotic.  To see a whole flock – hundreds together – was a fantastic sight.

Watching the waxwings in Woburn

Waxwing paparazzi - the birds are in the bush in the centre

Secondly, the main waxwing flock in Woburn was concentrated in a berry bush in the front garden of a house by the main road.  This was very convenient for birdwatchers as it meant we could get a real close view.  Every now and then the flock would scatter a little but they’d come back almost immediately.  They were not in least bothered by the passing cars, the photographers, or even people walking past on the pavement a few feet away.  It made for a great spectacle.  In addition to the hardcore birdwatchers, many people stopped walking or even stopped their cars to find out what everyone was looking at.

I’ve crossed a line today.  I’ve gone from a casual local-patch birdwatcher to a proper twitcher.  But for the experience of seeing a whole flock of such good looking birds I was quite happy to make the journey.  Besides, if the waxwings have come all the way from Scandinavia to visit our corner of Mid-Bedfordshire, it would be rude for me not to welcome them in person.

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