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  • Award for stone-curlew protection project on Downton Abbey estate

    The popular TV series Downton Abbey and the stone-curlew, one of the UK’s rarest and most unusual birds, might not seem to have anything in common at first glance.

    However, the RSPB Wessex Stone-curlew Project Team has been working with the landowner at Highclere Castle in Hampshire where the series is filmed, as part of a wildlife project going back 30 years to revive the fortunes of the stone-curlew, an endangered wader.

    Highclere Castle farms manager, James Phillips, has just received a Royal Agricultural Society award in the House of Lords for the partnership, which helps stone-curlews to nest safely on the estate’s farmland.

    Stone curlew by Chris Gomersall (

    Around 150 pairs of stone-curlews, a third of the UK population, are concentrated in Wiltshire, Hampshire and Berkshire. The stone-curlew has distinctive large yellow staring eyes with a black pupil, long yellow legs and a yellow bill with a black tip. It nests on the ground and has declined largely as a result of changes in farming practice introduced by the Common Agricultural Policy going back 50 years.

    “We have been working with landowners to provide safe nesting habitat for stone-curlew within the farmed landscape, and to protect nests and chicks that are vulnerable to farming operations,” said Nick Tomalin, Wessex Farmland Project Manager of the RSPB.

    “Traditionally, stone-curlews have nested on very short grass, and these are still important foraging areas. These grassland habitats have declined as pressure to produce more food has led to increased cultivation,” Nick said.

    “Stone-curlews prefer to nest on bare, chalky ground, sometimes in spring crops. The eggs and chicks are well camouflaged, which means they may be destroyed by farm machinery.

    “The team survey areas of potentially suitable habitat and locate nests, then discuss habitat management with a network of around 300 farmers in order to give the birds the best chance of breeding successfully without disturbance.”

    “When a stone-curlew was found on Highclere estate in 2002, the staff managed to include nesting plots as part of their habitat management by 2004. These were used for the first time in 2007, and by 2012 there were two pairs on the estate,” Nick added.

    Nesting plots are cultivated areas within fields which farmers leave unplanted in order to provide safe nesting habitats for stone-curlews.

    “Last year we lost around 20 per cent of the Wessex stone-curlew population due to the cold spring. But the work done by people like James and his team at Highclere gives the species the best possible chance of recovering again,” Nick said.

  • Celebrating farmers' conservation in the Upper Thames

    If someone asked you where to go to see England’s best wetlands for wildlife, where would you suggest? The Fens? Somerset Levels?

    Chances are that the valleys around the upper reaches of the Thames and its tributaries wouldn’t be the first area you’d think of. However, for waders, this is one of the best areas in southern England. In fact, there are more curlew breeding on farmland in the Upper Thames than anywhere else in southern England.
    And the overwhelming majority of this area is farmed. By actual, real farmers.

    True, the magnificent Otmoor nature reserve does lie within the area, and is managed by the RSPB specifically for waders and other wetland specialists. But nature reserves alone will never be enough to save wildlife. For that, you need large areas of land. And in the Upper Thames, there’s over 27,000 hectares of floodplain that’s home to nature.

    Many of the farmers along the Upper Thames have been quietly going out of their way for waders for years now. Over fifty of them have been keeping their pastures extensively managed, their meadows cut late to protect nesting birds, making and re-making scrapes and wet footdrains, and welcoming the volunteer surveyors that monitor the birds each spring.

    Last November, my colleagues and I thought it was high time these farmers got a chance to see the overall results from their combined efforts.

    Over twenty of the local farmers turned up on a cold, crisp morning to the village of Northmoor in Oxfordshire. The first fieldfares of winter were calling noisily as we climbed up onto a trailer for a tour of a nearby wet grassland site. Our host, Rob Florey, took us through the arable part of his farm, past excellent examples of hedges, buffer strips and even some wild bird seed mix.

    We dismounted the trailer, and walked down towards the River Thames, where some very good-looking Ruby Red Devons were grazing. By their reaction, we were the most interesting thing they’d seen in ages. A shallow footdrain full of water ran the length of their field – a familiar sign that the RSPB’s rotary ditcher had worked here in recent years. This simple feature would provide plenty of crucial wet edge for lapwings and their chicks throughout the coming spring.

    After enjoying the fresh air, we all headed back to the village hall for some extremely hearty soup and sweet, moist cake. Over the afternoon, and over coffee, we discussed how waders were faring across the Upper Thames.

    Against backgrounds of national declines and a disastrous wet season in 2012, it was encouraging to see lapwing numbers seem to be roughly stable at around 100 pairs. Curlew had dipped slightly from around 50 pairs over 2005-8 to about 40 pairs, but hadn’t changed much since then. The more localised waders, redshank and snipe, were both increasing, reaching 54 and 14 pairs respectively in 2013.

    It was a chance to ask these wildlife-friendly farmers what they enjoyed most about living and working in the area. What challenges did they most struggle with? What role could the RSPB take in future to support their conservation? It was a constructive and in-depth series of discussions, and my colleagues and I are looking to modify some of the regular project activities as a result.

    Nearly five months on, spring is happening all around us. Farmers are busy nursing their tender crops, lambing, and the local RSPB team of staff and volunteers are gearing up for another season of wader surveying. With my 'volunteer’s hat on’, I’ll be covering a stretch of the Cherwell valley. I’m not especially looking forward to the very early starts in the cold, half-lit mornings. But the prospect of surveying for farmers in the floodplain always gets me a little excited as well. Because whether it’s s mass of hot-pink ragged robin flowers in some forgotten corner, or the silhouette of a curlew in a misty meadow, I never quite know what I might find.

  • The nice young man from the city, and the sparrows in the country

    As soon as I’d said it, I knew I was probably asking for trouble.

    Mrs H was on the phone, asking about nest boxes for her farm in Warwickshire. She’d agreed to put up 20 new boxes as part of her Higher Level Stewardship agreement and wondered where she could buy some. Unfortunately, being a lady of considerable years, she was no longer in a position to shin up a ladder and nail them up herself either, so did we know anyone who might be able to put them up as well?

    I hesitated for a moment. ‘I’m sure we can sort that out,’ I heard myself saying. ‘Leave it with me.’ Fatal.

    Tree sparrow

    Most of the nest boxes were intended for tree sparrows. Tree sparrows are fairly widespread across much of southern Warwickshire, but take a bit of finding. Many farms have a handful of pairs, chirping unseen around half-forgotten ponds, hiding quietly in holes in elm or oak trees in the hedges.

    They’re a bit of a boom-and-bust bird. Give them a regular supply of seed food over winter, and safe nesting places, and their numbers respond quickly. And yet sometimes they just seem to collapse, or whole colonies suddenly disperse to sites many miles away. Nationally, their population crashed spectacularly between the late 1970s and early 1990s. Though they’ve seen some improvements over the last decade, their recovery has a long way to go, so they’re still very much a priority for conservation work.

    Mrs H ordered the nest boxes – fine, sturdy ones from the RSPB shop – and a week or so later I found myself pulling up on a farm track just outside the village with a car-full of nest boxes, as well as an assortment of DIY kit borrowed from my garage.

    My colleague, Glenn, arrived a few minutes later. Based in Birmingham, Glenn works across the county with new RSPB members and supporters, helping raise the vital income that keeps conservation work going. He’s a natural people person, and a chatty, charming chap. A few weeks ago he’d made the mistake of telling me he wanted some more ‘hands on’ conservation experience. He wanted to understand what ‘giving nature a home’ in the countryside. Well, I thought, this was the perfect opportunity for him. Plus I’d have someone to hold the ladder.

    Mrs H appeared from her small bungalow, accompanied by her small dog who seemed intent on finding out what we’d brought for lunch.

    ‘How soft is the ground?’ I asked. Even though we were on top of a hill, there’d been so much rain over recent weeks that everywhere was saturated. Sure enough, there was no way we’d be able to get a vehicle across the fields. We were just going to have to carry all the equipment we needed ourselves. Glenn and I loaded up with our tools, a small ladder and as many boxes as we could manage, and set off.

    Glenn ran into trouble at the first gate – literally. There was no way of avoiding the mud in the gateway, and the poor chap quickly found himself up to his ankles in thick, dark, Warwickshire mud. It oozed a bit, sucking tightly to his previously clean, bright shoes. ‘Did you not bring wellies?’ I asked. ‘I did say you’d need them.’

    ‘I thought these would be alright.’ Glenn looked down at his soggy feet. ‘Oh well.’ Fortunately it didn’t seem to dampen his spirit, or more importantly, hamper his ability to lug the equipment over two more fields.

    We crossed a large grass field, flushing a few red-legged partridge, and came to the far corner. A small pond was tucked in the corner behind the sheep fencing. To one side were a couple of large oak trees, and in the hedge on the other side were a few elms that had grown big enough to poke their heads above the top of the hedge before succumbing. It looked good for tree sparrow nest-boxes.

    Getting to the base of the trees was tricky though. Climbing over the barbed wire-topped fence wasn’t too bad, nor was pushing through the brambles that scrambled out from the hedge towards the fence. Our bags of kit kept catching on the thorns. However, the oaks looked good, until we came to look for a flat section of trunk to attach the box to. The whole thing was covered in ivy. Thick, sinuous ivy stems twisted and knotted themselves across the tree trunk. We spotted the flattest bit we could, firmed the ladder against the trunk and just about secured the first nest-box in position.

    Nest boxes

    Further up the same tree we managed to screw a second nest box, but the next two had to go on the dead elms a few metres away. Around the same field we put clusters of boxes up in two more spots.

    Finally, we were on a roll. After our somewhat shaky start, and doubtful logistical arrangements, Glenn and I managed to put up all the nest-boxes we’d brought. There were some very promising-looking sites across the farm, and it felt good to be doing something constructive outdoors. And I can honestly report that no safety rules were broken, and nothing more serious than some blackthorn scratches endured.

    Apart from learning the importance of wellies on farmland, there was one other life lesson that Glenn took away that day.

    At one stage, he was chatting away happily with Mrs H. He’d asked about the history of the farm, and she told him about what she remembered of working on the farm during the Second World War, how it had changed from being a mixed farm supporting several families, to a contractor-managed beef cattle farm. She remembered the woodland next door being planted, and farm buildings that were now barely visible as grass-covered stone.

    ‘You be careful,’ she interjected, as Glenn stretched a little to fix the last nest-box.
    ‘I’m fine,’ Glenn grinned from mid-way up the ladder. ‘Don’t you worry, love.’
    There was a sudden, somewhat stony silence, and I looked over at Mrs H. She frowned briefly, and, turning away, said in a serious voice, ‘Don’t call me ‘love’.’
    Glenn looked sheepish, apologised, and the cheerful chatter quickly resumed between them.

    I don’t think he’ll be calling any more hard-working farm women ‘love’. But I know we both are looking forward to hearing how the nest-boxes are used this spring. Perhaps we’ll even manage to pop by for a quick visit.