You will find out about all the exciting stuff going on with the RSPB in the east of the UK. We cover our sites in the following counties: Norfolk, Suffolk, Hertfordshire, Bedfordshire, Cambridgeshire, Essex, and some of our great Lincolnshire ones. So if you are if you have never heard of the Strumpshaws and Snettishams or Stour Estuary or Sutton Fens here is you chance.
Blogger: Laura White, PA to Public Affairs Manager
Suddenly everyone around me has begun talking about children’s programmes and movies. Not the children’s films and programmes I remember like the great Crystal Tips and Alistair, Captain Pugwash and of course Mr Ben or the sublime Jungle Book or 101 Dalmatians. No, they’re talking about Madagascar, Beauty and the Beast and Toy Story. But funnily enough, even at my grand old age, I know a lot about these more recent cartoons and the songs which make them great. I think my favourite song will always be ‘somewhere out there’ from An American Tale. But my most memorable moment will be the ‘bare necessities’ sung beautifully by Baloo the bear. A carefree moment captured in song. I do not believe there will be many of us around who can remember a time when the jungle was a safe haven for all kinds of animals, providing an endless food supply for both bear and man, who chose to live in harmony with their surroundings and not mercilessly destroy them for their own personal gain.
Did you know that the Sumatran rain forest is being destroyed at a rate of two football pitches every minute? And that only 5% of it remains? We’re working with our Birdlife International partner Burung Indonesia (with thanks to the Indonesian Government) on the management of an area of almost 100,000 hectares of Sumatran rainforest, replanting damaged areas and protecting the area against illegal loggers and poachers. Ensuring all rainforest inhabitants have access to the bare necessities of life! If you’d like to help save the Sumatran rainforest then why not join us and become one of a million voices for nature?
Photo Credits: Sumatran Wildlife and Communities by Clare Kendall (rspb-images.com)
Blogger: Adam Murray, Communications Officer
Until I started working for the RSPB I never knew how much we could really make a difference and get things changed. Apathy and a lack "umphhh" in the day to day grind often stops us thinking that we can make that difference. The great thing about the RSPB is that we are a bunch of like minded folks - our staff, volunteers and supporters all rally together and turn into one big loud organic machine that says "No" to The Man. The NEW Hintlesham Woods Campaign on the Suffolk/Essex border is a prime example. For more information watch this video and keep up to date with all the things you can do via our facebook page.
Thanks for being awesome!
Blogger: Aggie Rothon, Communications Officer
Why do certain images stay with you? It seems obvious why memories of important events and meaningful people are filed away for a lifetimes musing upon, but why do some things remain lodged in your memory even though they have little or no relevance to everyday life?
This occurred to me the other day when, out of the blue, the image of something I must have seen once, as a little girl, flashed in to my conscious mind. And not for the first time. I have remembered this image time and again over the years but I haven’t until now, given any time to wondering why this might be.
The image I keep remembering is of an old fashioned bus on display at the Aylsham Show. The dark red bus had been converted so that one side opened up fully to display an organ that played by itself some rather wheezy and strained children’s rhymes. It had been parked on it’s own amidst an otherwise crowded showground and energetically pumped out it’s music to a non-existent audience. Why do I keep remembering the bus? Perhaps it’s something about labouring for no return.
The bus came to mind this time round having had a rather strange experience walking from our house in Sloley to our friends in Worstead. As we strode down the undulations of Broad Road and in to the shade of the beech copse wrapped the length of the final hill I heard a bird calling very loudly and exotically in the under storey to my side. I didn’t need to search for the perpetrator for he was entirely obvious.
A great silver and black tail quivered with the bird’s every step and his midnight blue back shone with an oily metallic green sheen. Silver scale like plumes scalloped with black fanned out over his neck stopping only at his bright yellow and brick red back. The bird crowed ecstatically, to whom I am still unsure. Perhaps the usual grey-brown pheasant hens that scurry hither and thither from roadside to field margin; or perhaps just to himself, like that dark red singing bus that I still remember.
I think this enthusiastic interloper was a Lady Amherst’s pheasant. From where he came I have no idea, but there is a small British population of the birds living feral in our woodlands. Did anybody else see him?
So perhaps I have found out why the mystical singing bus keeps reappearing in my mind’s eye. It’s about feeling out of place or seeing things out of context. This pheasant would be far more at home on the wooded bamboo slopes of China. As for the singing bus, I’m not sure where it belongs!
As featured in the EDP, Saturday 20 January