A blog from RSPB Scotland's Kat Jones, who stayed on the islands for a week with her husband and teenage daughter, helping out Jack Ibbotson and John Tayton from RSPB Scotland with some of the Shiant Isles Recovery Project work in the islands and falling in love with a magical place.
A visit to the Shiants
Today’s task was checking rat bait stations around Garbh Eilean. The Shiants were declared officially rat free in March 2018 after the requisite 2 years since a rat was last detected. But the monitoring effort continues and a number of permanent monitoring stations have been set up on the islands. These consist of a cosy sheltered box with small openings to let the rat in and a round puck of chocolate-flavoured wax with a wire through its middle secured inside.
The rats find the chocolate smell irresistible and if they arrive on the island again will make their presence known through characteristic tooth marks left on the wax. Johnny shows us some examples of rat-gnawed wax blocks from their winter operation. “We had these bait stations laid out in a 25-50m grid all over the islands” he says “but now they are only there to monitor rats in places that they are likely to show up first if there is a reinvasion.”
Johnny shows us photos of marks made by birds, shrews and mice, gives us the safety briefing, our helmets and hand-held radios, and then issues us with our handheld GPS – loaded up with the coordinates of each monitoring station – and we head off.
I’ve never done geocaching but it strikes me that this is a more socially useful version of that popular pastime. We are walking around, GPS in hand, looking for a box within which is an object (in our case a wax block) and we need to take out that object and replace it with another object (in our case a fresh wax block).
We are trying our novice geocaching skills on a complex slope of steep boulders, cliffs and slippy, dropping-slicked grass. The footholds in the grassy bits consist of tufts that have become regular perches for puffins and have become flattened and covered with poo. Every now and again a disused burrow makes a secure handhold if you jam your arm right into it up to the armpit. The boulders feel slightly more secure having good sharp edges to hold onto but every now and again a boulder shifts and you are keenly aware that hundreds of thousands of tonnes of boulders are balanced at an angle of 30 degrees against a cliff that is still adding boulders to the pile each winter.
Fortunately, our teenager daughter had refused to come into the colony again (“the smellllllll. It’s just so discussssting”) so I only need to worry about my own wellbeing, and that of Ruedi’s. We start up the GPS just before the scramble in to the colony. The GPS tells me our first monitoring station is only 2m away but there is nothing in the short cropped grass and crags despite a good search. After a while looking around we head down the scramble and, there it is, vertically below where we were searching.
This theme continues through the morning in the complex topography of the boulder field. Several times we reach an impassable grassy slope or cliff face and have to back track precariously to find another route to get to our quarry. Eventually I declare this three dimensional maze to be too challenging for a pair of novices we retreat from the boulder field and head to the old ruined settlement at the other side of the island for another set of monitoring stations which the teenager romps through like she was born to be a rat station geocacher.
We had been tasked with checking around 20 stations, a fraction of the 300 bait stations the team had in the boulder field at the time of the eradication in 2015. In perfect conditions we had found the steep, slippery grass rather challenging and I wondered how the team had made their way across it in winter to check and replenish their bait stations during the eradication.
Jack and Johnny, who were both involved with the project since the time of the eradiation, are quietly understated about the privations of a winter on the Shiants. They would spend a week at base camp covering the rat stations on Garbh Eilean and Eilean an Taighe and then a week across the kilometer of water stirred by fierce tidal currents on Eilean Mhuire. There they would stay in a single cabin secured down with straps to concrete blocks. “We went out most days” said Jack. “But when it was blowing more than a force 8 the rope access team couldn’t work as it was too dangerous.”
The rope access team were working on bait stations placed across the cliffs of the islands which involved one person abseiling down to them. “It was worse for the one left at the top” said Jack “they just had to be there in case anything happened and it was often very wet and freezing cold. At least the one on the rope was keeping active”
After two weeks on the Shiants the team would have a week in Harris with access to hot water on tap, central heating, flush toilets and Internet access. The teenager perks her head up at the mention of Internet access “where can I get Internet access?” She asks.
It turns out that she could possibly get a 3G signal at the very top of Garbh Eilean, around a half hour’s walk. “If you’re lucky” says Johnny.
The Shiant Isles Recovery Project is a partnership between RSPB Scotland, Scottish Natural Heritage and the Nicolson Family, it is funded by EU LIFE+ Nature [LIFE13 NAT/UK/000209 – LIFE Shiants] and private donations. The eradication is being led by Wildlife Management International with the support of Engebrets and Sea Harris Ltd.