Showing posts with label wildlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wildlife. Show all posts
Sunday, 29 May 2016
More Bat Bothering
More bat bothering, or 'bat box checks' which, as described last week, involves walking around a wood with a ladder, then using said ladder to peer into bat boxes where bats will (hopefully) be in there sleeping. In some cases, a bat is hauled out for further examination. This, I should add, is done by a trained and experienced bat ecologist and the bat, though probably quite annoyed, is unharmed by the experience.
The bat pictured above is a Soprano Pipistrelle, which is Britain's commonest bat and so, as you'd expect, appears the most often in our checks. We also saw a Barbastelle, which is most definitely not Britain's commonest bat and therefore is quite a good bat spot. Sadly no pic of that, as they're quite nervous and probably wouldn't have appreciated being taken out and poked around.
The woods themselves are Holt Wood, which are National Trust owned by the Kingston Lacy estate. On a freezing cold day back in 2013, when I was working as a gardener on the estate, we went for a tour of the woods with Laura Baker, who was then the ranger for this site. She explained their policy of 'haloing', which meant cutting back the understory of the woods, which was mostly holly. Holly, as I'm sure you're aware, is a very thick evergreen plant, which blocks out a lot of sunlight from getting to the forest floor. As well as this, when it's left unchecked and has grown quite high, blocks out light to the trunks of the canopy trees.
These trees, which are mostly oak and beech, start their lives by growing high, reaching their full height fairly quickly (for a tree at least) and then spreading outwards as it matures. However, if the lower parts of the tree is shaded out by holly, then the tree will remain tall and spindly. By cutting back this holly surrounding the bigger trees - or 'haloing' - light will get to trunk and the trunk will start producing little branches with leaves. This is called 'epicormic growth'. In time, these little branches will develop into big branches and the tree will mature into the squatter, fatter trunked shape of a veteran tree. This makes it less top heavy and therefore less vulnerable to high winds and the like.
Well that was the theory, as explained by Laura three years ago. And now, on this visit, you couldn't move for epicormic growth.
Here's a good example, above. This is all very new growth that, before the haloing, would have been completely shaded out by holly. Hanging from the left hand branch is the bat box that we were there to check. Ironically, the bats seem not to like these recently cleared areas, preferring a bit more clutter! But that's the whole thing about ecology, you improve something for one species but mess it up for another.
Not that the bats are too worried. The woods do not lack crevices for bats to hide in. In fact, given the choice you'd be a bit mental to choose a bat box, seeing as their's a fair chance some bunch of herberts are going to come along every month and disturb their day's kip.
Sunday, 22 May 2016
Bat Bothering
Bat bothering was a term I coined when explaining to the missus what I was doing at the weekend. Little did know how accurate it would turn out to be.
The official term was a bat box check, with some bat ecologists. This involves tramping over Rempstone estate in the Purbecks with a ladder, then using that ladder to inspect a bat box nailed about 3m up in a tree. The side of this bat box would be prized open, and then a torch would be shone in and, hopefully, the beedy eyes of a bat would be seen staying back at us.
In a couple of instances, the bat was be brought out and inspected to fully judge it's breed and sex - the sex bit being pretty bloody obvious, as the gentleman's part of a bat are of impressive proportion in relation to the size of their body. This, now mildly traumatised, bat would then be returned to it's hidey-hole and the amount of poo on the bottom of the box recorded and then shovelled out. Which is fair I s'pose as, having just rattled the bat's house, removed the front of it, grabbed hold of the bat, shown him to your friends, had a good laugh at the size of his cock and then put him back again, the least you could do was tidy the place up a bit.
This was all in the name of conservation, rather than just plain hooliganism. Bat sex and species and the afore mentioned amount of poop (showing how often the bat box was used) was all noted, in the name of science or something. I did take pictures of the numerous teeny little soprano pipistrelles that we found, plus the one, massive, toad-sized, noctule. Sadly, for complicated legal reasons, I can't post any of them up here.
However, I can offer a suggestion as to what these complicated legal reasons might be. One, none or several of the following reasons may be true:
-The bats refused to sign a waiver allowing their image to be used in public
-This wasn't an official an organised site visit by professional bat ecologists but just a bunch of hooligans going round ruining some bat's quality nap time
-We didn't want to give away the exact location of the bat boxes
-The landowner is unaware that conservation efforts are being carried out on their land
-Bats are highly litigious
I am able to post other pictures, just not ones of bats:
A rhinocerous beetle Sinodendron cylindricum
Oak apples, or oak gall, caused by a parasitic wasp laying it's eggs in an oak twig. It causes the twig to grow in this crazy way, giving food and shelter for the wasp larvae
More purple sprouting orchids. A little late in the season for these.
Some moss. While I was taking this picture, a tawny owl, spooked by our bat-bothering, took off from a nearby tree, knocking off a rotten branch that hit the ground a few feet away from me. Quite a way to go if you think about it: killed by an owl.
So there you go. Hopefully, there will be further bat bothering expeditions in the future, with photos that I will be allowed to upload!
Tuesday, 17 May 2016
Bob The Spider
Sorry for not updating in a while but it's getting to the end of term and I've got assignments to write.
In the meantime, here's a picture of Bob, our new lodger, who is paying his rent by sitting by the back door and catching any flies that venture in. He (probably a she, actually) is a garden spider, Araneus diadematus.
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