January, 2011

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Bugs, Birds and Beasts in the East

All of our up to date fun and frolics in the East from office antics to great conservation stories and those magical connections with nature.
  • When will I, will I be famous?

    Without wanting to put that rather overplayed Bros hit from way back in the day in your head, it's not too far from the truth! As Communications Manager for the RSPB in the East, my role is as varied as a Blue Peter Presenter's and as exciting as a lead part on EastEnders. Ok, so EastEnders may not be everyone's cup of tea, but hopefully you get my point! Aswell as the the writing, the talking, the listening and the day to day work of a Comms Manger, once a month, I get to go onto Radio Norfolk (que Alan Partridge jokes) and spend the best part of an hour talking to the good folk of Norfolk about the fantastic wildlife here. Our conversation is always different and there's always something totally unexpected that comes up, but that's what makes it so much fun. Today we were talking about the RSPB's Big Garden Birdwatch, which will hopefully attract thousands of people from all across the region to take part. Discussing everything from cats in your garden, fatballs, Robbie Williams and much more, going on BBC Radio Norfolk is always a pleasure and hearing from the listeners always puts a smile on my face.

    But for now, back to life, back to reality and back to my desk here in the office.

    Autographs available upon request!


  • I am a Janner Birder - what are you?

    Blogger: Simon Tonkin, RSPB Senior Farmland Conservation Officer

    I am a Janner Birder! A Janner is to Plymouth what a Scouser is to Liverpool or a Geordie to Newcastle. I spent all of my childhood birding the Plymouth, with delights like the rusty anchor (a sewage outfall), fishscale beach (a fish factory discharge pipe) and the pool of dreams (a pool that never produced anything!).

    I'm sure I have sold the birding stature of this fine city to you already, but before you grab your bins and nose peg, I should inform you, many of these places have now been 'cleaned up' and as a result do not live up to their former ornithological expectations.

    My own Janner birding story began on 27th February 1986 when I saw a strange bird with a punk hairstyle akin to Chris Packham on the Cattedown roundabout, an extremely busy area of Plymouth. What was it doing there? The AA Book of the Countryside with its tiny illustrations and inaccurate descriptions led me to conclude it was a Lapwing. This was by luck, rather than a reflection on the quality of the field guide however!

    From then on I spent every day of the school holidays, the weekends and any other spare moment birding Plymouth. My daily round would be to walk both sides of the Plym estuary (c.4 hours) and then have a look at the rubbish tip (c. 1 - 2 hours). If there were enough hours in the day, I'd go to Plymouth Hoe and the Barbican where I would sample the delights of the fish market and the various sewage outfalls, particularly 'rusty anchor' where you were guaranteed Purple Sandpiper and Mediterranean Gull over the winter. I even took certain girlfriends on dates to the fish market and sewage outfalls; needless to say they didn't appreciate the stench of fish or raw sewage quite as much as I did.

    The astute among you may have already gathered that the main birding was gull focused, but this isn't to say I didn't see other cracking birds in Plymouth. Desert Warbler in a local birder's garden was not one to miss. Hume's Leaf warbler was one which I went straight from school for. It could be found in the only patch of green anywhere to be seen, in a small buddleia bush/stalk, behind the city library. I stayed there until dark watching the bird. I thought it safer to tell my mother I had received a detention at school rather than saying where I had really been! (Sorry Mum!)

    Now I stated earlier that 'The Pool of Dreams' never produced anything, but that's not quite true. It had a definite purple patch in 2002 producing a Little gull. Whilst I was admiring this bird a Ross' Gull flew overhead and landed on the pool.... Truly this was the pool of fulfilled dreams! As my excitement level increased rapidly, I skidded in a patch of mud, almost resulting in a Janner being face down in a mudflat!

    Courtesy of David Lindo at http://www.theurbanbirder.com/urban-birding/plymouth/ (Sept 2009)

  • Monday Morning Ditty

    Blogger: Laura White, PA to Public Affairs Management Team

    I'm one in a million voices but I don't want to be out in the field

    Don't want to watch bitterns feeding on fish, spot redshanks, wigeon or teals.

    I don't want to spend time on a small boat giant waves lashing about

    Just to add weights to a fishing line to give the albatrosses a shout

    I don't want to march through the streets waving my banner high in the air

    Shouting at the top of my voice to a world not seeming to care

    But I am one in a million voices and I want to do all I can

    To save a dying planet from the ravenous greed of man

    So I work every day in the office safely ensconced behind my large desk

    But my work supports colleagues doing all of the above, we are simply the best!

    Be one in a million now at http://www.rspb.org.uk/supporting/join/