Hen Harrier Day 2017

Another year, another Hen Harrier Day. And before I start, I would like to profusely apologise for taking over a week to write this article.

For this year’s Hen Harrier Day, on August 6th, I chose to go to the event on Eigg, this being the nearest from Arisaig. This was a more low-key event compared to Loch Leven’s event last year, or even the relatively low-key one at Glenturret before that, not to mention the demonstrations this year at Boat of Garten, Rainham Marshes or any of the other events across the country. But, large or small, we are all adding our voice.

The journey to Eigg on the Sheerwater was very rough indeed, with the fragile vessel rocking precariously from side to side. Surprisingly however, it was a very good day for seabirds. Guillemots and Manx shearwaters were to be expected, but there were also kittiwakes, a great skua and a flock of terns, including a little tern, which was a first for me.

I can’t remember whether I’ve mentioned Eigg before, so I’ll give a brief description of the island. Eigg is the second largest of the Hebrides’ “Small Isles”, at 12 square miles. It is in community ownership, having been bought by the Isle of Eigg Community Trust in 1997, and is home to five species of raptors, including two breeding pairs of hen harriers. This is excellent of course, but it makes for a sobering thought that a twelve-mile island has nearly as many breeding hen harriers as the whole of England. It’s a sign of widespread and unchecked criminality.

Christine Gibson, the seasonal ranger on Eigg, took us on a walk in hope of finding  one of the hen harriers. This led us through areas of scrub and open birchwood, large areas of which are on blanket bog- insight into the habitat we could have more of in Britain if we weren’t consistently burning moorland.

Unfortunately, we didn’t see a hen harrier, but there was an interesting array of rare upland flora, including heath-spotted orchid,  yellow saxifrage and sundew, as well as mating damselflies and singing willow warblers.

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Of course, since I began this post, the Inglorious Twelfth has come and gone, and the guns now ring out on moors across the country. Just before the Twelfth, however, news concerning another species of harrier, namely the marsh harrier, surfaced, as footage of two men shooting at a marsh harrier nest on a North Yorkshire moor and then stealing the eggs was revealed by the RSPB. And although this isn’t in grouse shooting area, it’s also worth mentioning that soon after that, a Montagu’s harrier was also found shot in Bircham Tofts, Norfolk. Wildlife crime continues, despite increased awareness.

But we mustn’t despair, because our own actions against these criminals have been far greater. Aside from the demonstrations, the Inglorious Twelfth Thunderclap has sent our message to 11 million people on social media. People often deride social media and ‘slacktivism’, but it really is an incredibly powerful tool for any movement, as a means of spreading awareness quickly, as demonstrated by the Occupy movement, the Black Lives Matter movement, and our own movement.

The fight will continue, but it’s come a long way in a short space of time, and it’s going as strong as ever.

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Hen Harrier Day 2017, and the need for game shooting licensing

Once again, Hen Harrier Day is on the horizon, and with any luck I’ll be attending the demonstration on the Isle of Eigg on August 6th. This is the fourth year of the Hen Harrier Day, and the way it has increased from four protests in the first year to twelve this year is incredible, showing how this fantastic cause is growing and reaching out to increasing numbers of people.

At the same time as the Hen Harrier movement has ben gathering momentum-or indeed due to it-there has been increasing calls for licensing game shooting in Scotland, something I can definitely support- my reasons will hopefully become clear in this article. Recently, this debate even made its way into Scottish Parliament, a definite sign of our voice being heard.

Naturally, there has been plenty of comment from many shooting organisations, which has been…well, more or less what you would expect. We have Carrieane Conaghan denouncing it as “draconian” and Alex Hogg, Chairman of the SGA, referring to us as an “extreme fringe“.

Now, I suppose you can expect what my reaction is going to be, and that’s because I have firmly established myself as part of what has been called the ‘biocentric tribe’: somebody who believes that nature fares better on its own, as opposed to the ‘anthropocentric tribe’, which includes most shooting organisations who believe that nature requires human management. I can’t escape being part of the former “tribe”, and so my  view will be naturally slanted by this. The least I can do is present my argument in a way that acknowledges and addresses the concerns of the other side. So here goes.

Put simply, licensing shooting isn’t extremist. According to SNH, the majority of continental Europe has some form of licensing, whereby all people who wish to shoot apply for a licence, and have it removed if they have committed wildlife crime. And as far as I’m aware, France, Germany, Norway and Slovakia (plus 10 other nations) still have thriving shooting industries, not to mention far lower levels of wildlife crime than we do.

I won’t claim that licensing is a magic bullet that will put a stop to all wildlife crime. What it can do is locate the rotten apples in the shooting industry more easily. There are plenty of landowners who have nothing to do with the crimes committed by their keepers, and plenty of keepers in the opposite situation. Ensuring both carry licenses and revoking the license of the culprit, in the event of wildlife crime, seems to me to be a far more effective way of preventing similar events in the future. The shooters that stick to the law (I know there are many) would have nothing to fear from licensing.

At any rate, something has to change, because the status quo isn’t keeping our raptors safe. Red kite persecution in Northern Scotland is as high as it was 25 years ago, a third of tagged golden eagles from 2004-16 have been found dead on or near grouse moors, and over 40 pairs of Scottish hen harriers have been lost since 2010.

So what can we do to raise further awareness? Well, I would recommend signing to Findlay Wilde’s #Inglorious12th Thunderclap, so that on the day grouse shooting commences, the people you follow on Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr will be alerted to the plight of our natural heritage on grouse moors. I would also recommend emailing you local MP to sign this Thunderclap, and if you live in Scotland, emailing your MSP to support licensing game shooting. And you can attend a Hen Harrier Day near you (this map should help).

With any luck, this Hen Harrier Day will be the best yet, and our message can spread even further.

An exceptional sighting at Arisaig

Last week I saw something incredible; something I’ve been trying to see for years. And it’s this something that’s the subject of this blog. But I’ll get to that soon. Before that, I should probably provide a bit of context for this bog.

On July 9th, I decided to take a boat out to the Small Isles, mainly to get out of the house and on the water, having spent several days grounded on land (Dad’s RIB burst the first day we put it in the water, and appears to be beyond repair). There are plenty of ferries, big and small, that do these runs, but in my opinion they don’t get much better than the MV Shearwater. And that was what I boarded today.

The MV Sheerwater (taken on my phone).

As we left the pier at Arisaig, reports came in of…well, that would be spoiling it. We left the bay, passing the many seal-covered rocks as we did so. We made good progress, and a third of the way to Eigg came across two puffins, bobbing aimlessly on the waves. As we proceeded, we passed several flocks of Manx shearwaters, no doubt nesting on neighbouring Rum, which holds 30% of the population.

We were nearing the pier at Eigg, when we received reports that the thing that had been reported earlier had been seen again off the southwest cliffs, causing us to take a hastily-arranged detour in search of our quarry. As we rounded the cliffs, three other boats joined us; evidently there was something there.

Then in the distance, an enormous dark fin broke the surface…

…and a minute later, it came back up just in front of our boat. This was it- my first killer whale!

The whale then dived back down, resurfacing on the right hand side of the boat. For the next 20 minutes or so he engaged us in this game of hide and seek. He would surface at a particular direction to the boat, only to go under, then resurfaced at a different direction. He started out in front of the Sheerwater, but then began surfacing to the side of us.

The triangular gash in his fin identified him as John Coe, a 40+ year old  bull orca of the resident North Atlantic pod. They are primarily seal hunters, and are in fact more closely related to the seal-tipping orcas of Antarctica than the herring-hunters in Norway.

However, just then it dawned upon me that I had left my camera behind. So I didn’t get a single photo.

So what have I seen during my absence?

If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you’ll notice its hasn’t been particularly active these past few months. Due to my A-Levels I haven’t had much time to do much writing: I actually began writing this post in April! With A-Levels finished and school out for good, I’ve finally been able to write this.

If you’re hoping that I break my silence with something interesting or thought-provoking, I’ll have to disappoint you; I’m simply talking about what I’ve seen in the time I’ve been quiet. Some may find it dull, but it’s been a deadweight I have to get off my shoulders. So here goes.

First of all, let’s talk flowers. When I began this post, the snowdrops had given way to daffodils. The daffodils gave way to bluebells in late May, then the bluebells gave way to wildflowers about three weeks ago (though I’m not knowledgeable enough on wildflowers to say which species).

When I began writing this article, only the elders and hawthorns had leaves out. But the intervening months saw the other trees open their buds: first the willows, followed by the rowans and hazels, then the ashes and finally the oaks. The cherry blossom bloomed then faded, and the hawthorns now have berries.

The water lillies on the pond have opened their flowers, and as the pond plants have returned, so too have the pond insects: whirligig beetles, pond skaters and great diving beetles are everywhere.

Chaffinches and goldfinches are nothing new at the birdfeeders, but over the past month a pair of greenfinches have frequented them. Then to top that, we’ve had regular  visits from siskins.

As well as the finches, the summer migrants are becoming increasingly vocal and visible. Marsh warblers and chiffchaffs can both be heard around the farm, and last week I came within a less than a metre from a juvenile willow warbler. For a few days in May one of the cherry trees was frequented by a spotted flycatcher. When I was up at Arisaig over Easter, there were wheatears and stonechats. Coming back up here for the holidays this weeks, I saw both on a walk today, plus a pair of displaying sandpipers. I only began noticing them on the West coast a few years ago, but with their squeals and tail-bobbing, they have firmly established themselves in my mind as a sound of the summer.

Last of all, I mention Arisaig, and the birds I saw today. Well, that same walk was capped with a golden eagle.

So that’s this post out of my system, and not a moment too soon. I promise my readers that I will be more frequent over the summer, and that those posts will be far more interesting and thought-provoking.

 

What justice for our raptors?

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This post began as three separate blogs, which I have been working on for nearly three weeks now. Eventually, as time went by, I saw a considerable amount of overlap between them, and decide that it made more sense to combine them all. So here goes.

Three weeks ago I had school leave-out (that’s the Glenalmond term for a two-day weekend). Dad and I, along with Dad’s friend Robin Prichard, decided we wanted a getaway on the West coast, but felt like a break from Arisaig.  We found accommodation in a bay with easy access to the Southern Hebrides, and went out to Mull in Dad’s boat the following day.

Mull is best known for its white-tailed eagles, and we had no trouble finding them, spotting seven within an hour. However, when we reached Loch Spelve, we were drawn to another raptor: a pair of hen harriers, gliding effortlessly over the shoreline. Beautiful and awe-inspiring.

 

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Loch Spelve, courtesy of Geograph.org.uk. It was much sunnier when we were there.

Unfortunately, seeing these hen harriers reminded me of an uncomfortable truth, one which regular readers of this blog will no doubt be familiar with, and which Robin was quick to remind me of that day. I’m talking, of course, of persecution.

 

Earlier that same week, a case involving a hen harrier being shot on Carbach estate in 2013. Don’t take my word for it: there’s video footage of a hen harrier being shot at, and a man with a gun walking past the camera, then returning a few seconds later with a  bag mysteriously slung over his shoulder. But that week, four years after the incident occurred, the case was inexplicably dropped.

 

Less than a week later, news came out about a hen harrier who had been found dead on Leadhills Estate. This is the 49th wildlife crime incident that has occurred at the estate in 14 years, and still the owner, Lord Hopetoun, chairs the Scottish Moorland Group.

I could be mistaken. For all I know the bird could have had a firecracker stayed in its tail; or it could be the ghost of a long dead gamekeeper; or perhaps shooting estates have space-time distortion fields that cause hen harriers to fall out of the sky…no, that bird was definitely shot.

But the worse thing about this event is that it was the third event of its type in a week. Later that week, another video showed a keeper on Brewlands Estate setting illegal pole traps, only for that case to be inexplicably dropped. And before this, a prosecution case on Newlands Estate, where a keeper threw stone and stamped a buzzard to death, was dropped. No proper explanation given was given for any of them, and they were dropped from public view with scarcely a murmur. If they had been cases of elephants shot for their horns in Africa, do you think they would have been silently dropped like this?

But very cloud has a silver lining. Because soon after these appalling events, Scottish Parliament’s Environment Committee met to discuss the possibility of introducing a licensing scheme for game shooting. I have spoken in favour of this before: it is standard practice in most European countries for hunters to be issued licenses, which can be revoked in the event of persecution. And the majority of MSPs present appeared to share my views: the option of exploring a licensing system was favoured by six of the ten committee members. The RSPB and the Scottish Wildlife Trust have since spoken up for this too.

So, what can we gain from this? Well, on the minus side, raptor persecution is, unfortunately, still rife within many high-brow shooting estates. On the plus side, conservation organisations are beginning to not only speak out about it, but provide effective solutions to halt it. We’re definitely making progress.

 

Extraordinary things from a stroll in the woods

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This wasn’t the blog post I expected to write, but I’ve decided to write it because of my brief walk in the woods yesterday. I hadn’t seen much in terms of wildlife, but I did see some of the fascinating processes involved in woodland.

Perthshire is typically overlooked as a tourist destination in Scotland, with most visitors heading east to Edinburgh or north to the Highlands. But those few that do pay the Central Belt more than a passing glance will no doubt head for the Hermitage.

The Hermitage is a patch of woodland fringing a stretch of the River Braan, only a few minutes from Dunkeld. It acquired a mythical status in the 1700s for supposedly being the site that the Gaelic poet Ossian composed his epic poetry (poetry which was actually written by James Macpherson in 1760, based on Scottish folk tales), and was later turned into an Arboretum by the Victorians, who planted an impressive selection of conifers from all around the world. These include Norway Spruce, Western Hemlock and the first Douglas Firs to be planted in Scotland. Add in some very nice areas of native broadleaves, such as oak and hazel, and what you get is, quite simply, mesmerising.

As I already said, yesterday’s trip wasn’t with wildlife in mind (it was actually Angus who suggested it), although a dipper and a red squirrel were unexpected and pleasant surprises. It was simply a case of getting of the farm during the Easter holidays. That said, as I made my way down the woodland path I began to see some extraordinary things that might easily have passed me by.

There was a lot of dead wood, for starters, which I hadn’t noticed until now. And as the photo below shows, mosses have been growing on them, and ferns on the mosses. These ferns are example of epiphytes-plants which grow on other plants. They also illustrate the importance of dead wood: it provides ample nutrients for mosses, lichens and fungi. However, the rotting wood is also a vital for beetles, hoverflies, sawflies and many other invertebrates, whose larvae are laid in the decaying wood pockets inside tree trunks.  Birds such as tits and woodpeckers also use the fissures and cracks of dead wood for their young.

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When I reached the River Braan, I saw that one of the Douglas firs had toppled. What caused this I can’t say, but the result of this was evident. The water behind the tree was covered in foam, indicating that the former rapids have been slowed to almost a standstill, allowing the dissolved oxygen bubbles in the water to escape. By slowing the flow of the river, the water becomes ideal habitat for larva of dragonflies and caddisflies, salmon and trout fry, frogs and toads, which in turn attracts dippers, kingfishers and grebes. And this can come from something as simple as a fallen tree.

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That Douglas fir wasn’t the only fallen tree I saw. Several others were in the same position, with their roots tilted skyward, such as in the photo below. And in among the roots we can see several types of grass growing. This is another remarkable process: when a large tree collapses, its roots and the soil that surrounds them is exposed, in what is known as a root ball. Naturally, wind-blown plant seeds will settle here, and the soil in between the roots provides ample nutrients for them to grow.

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Finally, I came to the  Black Linn Falls. They were as awe-inspiring and majestic as ever, but what caught me eye even more was the presence of moss on the rocks (what am I like?). I’ve already mentioned moss growing on trees, but here its presence means something else altogether. This is the second stage of a process that takes decades to complete, in which rock is completely broken down by natural processes.

It begins when lichens colonise the rock surface. They soon grow over it, being able to survive on very little nutrients, and start breaking down the minerals in the rock into soil. This allows moss to grow, further breaking down the rock and building up soil. This allows colonisation by grasses and flowers, and then by trees.

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All this goes to show that a woodland is not merely a collection of trees. It’s a complex web of organisms, and the processes in which they interact with each other.
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Shooting: time for change?

When it comes to shooting legislation, the UK is at the bottom of the league.

That’s according to SNH’s new report, which compares the UK’s shooting legislation to 14 of our neighbours on the continent. As you would expect, the report shows a lot of variation across these countries. But if we look at the report, there is one theme that stands out above all, and that is licensing.

All of the 14 countries issue shooting licenses for individual shooters. These licenses are granted to shooters following a two-part exam, and can be revoked in the event of a persecution incident, issuing a temporary ban on the perpetrator from shooting.

In the UK, the closest we have to this legislation is here in Scotland, where a vicarious liability means that the landowner is fined for any wildlife crimes perpetuated on their land. Of course, this assumes that the landowner is guilty, even if the crime was not committed by them, and doesn’t prevent the criminal committing a crime the next day. England, Wales and Northern Ireland don’t even have vicarious liability. Not exactly a strong deterrent for criminals. Yes, there have been successful cases where some form of prosecution has taken place, such as at Stody Estate, but these are sadly few and far between.

Of course, tighter shooting regulations are pointless unless proper policing is carried out. But even then, the UK appears to lag behind. According to the report, the worst of the 14 European countries studied in terms of raptor persecution was Spain (no prizes for guessing which country it came behind). But there is one crucial difference between Spain and the UK: Spanish Birdlife (Spain’s answer to the RSPB), working with the conservation branch of the Spanish Civil Guard (the national police), have the power to carry out investigations of land where wildlife crime has been reported. If this is the case, legal action is taken immediately.

The success of this approach is demonstrated by the 30 successful persecution prosecutions from 2010-2014 alone. Another incredible example was in October 2015, when a farmer convicted of poisoning six Imperial eagles and a fox was sentenced to 18 months imprisonment, a three year disqualification of his license and a fine of 360,000 Euros. Compare this to the sixteen red kites and six buzzards found dead in the Black Isle (16 of which were poisoned), a case which has received no conviction nearly three years on, and you can see a problem here.

I am not opposed to shooting. Years of going on shoots in the local area have shown me the real benefits it has to conservation, not to mention the livelihoods of the people. And this report shows that licensing does not mean the death of the shooting industry, as some have claimed in light of recent calls for licensing in Scotland.

While it is apparent that better regulation is required for field sports to be sustainable, it is also apparent from continental Europe that licensed shooting  can actually bring great benefits for biodiversity there. These practices don’t need shutting down, they just need a little more order brought to them.

 

 

Treecreeper

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The bird was only a couple of metres from me. The branch of the Scots Pine swayed precariously as it tried to find its footing, but it managed to keep hold of it.

I recognised it instantly; there’s nothing else you could confuse it with. There’s no way you could mistake the striped-brown wings, sleek white plumage, upturned beak and quite literally pear-shaped body, any more than you could mistake its habit of walking upside down on the bottom of a branch, head always facing downwards.

By now, however, it had decided the pine was not for its liking; certainly something caused it to make a beeline for the nearest sycamore, passing within 2 feet of me in the process. Almost as memorable as that amazing moment- the sort which reminds you why nature is the best of life’s pleasures-was its flight pattern. Like the rest of the bird, it strikes you as decidedly un-birdlike: more of a drunken sway, veering up and down, side to side, back and forth. And on reaching the sycamore, it proceeded to enact its species most famous trademark: the jerky, back-turned-to-the-audience climb upwards, while rotating around the tree.

Certhia familiaris, the European treecreeper. An ornithological wallflower not much bigger than a wren. Not Britain’s largest bird, or the most colourful, or the one with the greatest vocal range. But without a doubt,in my opinion,  definitely the strangest.

What makes it so strange? Well, put simply, it’s a bird that doesn’t think it’s a bird. Shimmying up trees and clambering across thin branches, it does justice to its West Country name, the ‘tree mouse’. But this method of climbing has a purpose: it’s to extract insects from the bark of trees. The extra-long, curved bill has evolved for this purpose, and to balance itself while doing so, it has evolved an extra-long tail. The consequence of this is that, unlike its cousin the nuthatch, it cannot move back downwards. So, when it reaches the top of a tree, it simply flies to the bottom of the next tree in line and repeats the process, shimmying up whole avenues of trees in a highly systematic fashion.

Personality-wise, it is, as I said, very much a wallflower. It makes its way into many wildlife gardening and birdwatching books as a ‘garden bird’, but if anything its placement there serves to push boundaries. Treecreepers only occassionally venture into gardens, appear on feeders once in a blue moon, and mostly keep themselves to themselves.

But of course, there are several examples of birds altering their: siskins became garden birds after the creation of red mesh feeders in the 1960s, and blackcaps are evolving shorter wings to stay in British gardens during winter. Who knows? Perhaps these introverts may become more outgoing in the future, and will become frequent visitors to our birdfeeders.

I’ve seen that treecreeper several times since. Its presence couldn’t be more perfectly timed; it’s a new year, and that means starting anew and doing things differently. And this was something new: a treecreeper in the garden. I couldn’t ask for more.

Welcome back beavers!

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As usual, I’ve arrived late to the scene. This post is about a headline from over three weeks ago. Oh well. But I might as well crack on with it, because it is something I want to speak about.

Do you remember the New Year’s Resolution I suggested for Holyrood, at the start of the year? It concerned a certain semi-aquatic rodent- does that refresh your memory yet? If not, this rodent was a former British species, and could have been a certified British species once more- ring any bells? I’m talking about the beaver of course (to see the article in question, click here)!

In case you don’t know what I’m talking about, the Knapdale Beaver Project, the official reintroduction testing carried out by the Scottish Wildlife Trust, drew to a close two years ago, and a final, peer-reviewed paper on the impacts of beavers on Knapdale Forest was submitted to Holyrood. While they looked over it, the Knapdale beavers, as well as the unofficially released Tay River beavers, were given a breathing space. And last month, Holyrood decided to give them the green light.

This was a landmark point in British conservation, as it marks the first reintroduction of a mammal to the UK. It was a long and agonising wait, with numerous delays (allegedly due to various elections), but the wait paid off. As Rewild Scotland point out, well researched change does, and should, take time.

I’ve argued the case for beavers several times before (here and here), so I’ll make the case here brief. By damming rivers, raising water tables and felling trees, beavers create new ecological niches such as standing dead wood, still water pools and marshland. This creates habitat for all manner of wildlife, from salmon to toads to great-spotted woodpeckers. This makes the beaver an ecosystem designer, and a much-needed creature to regenerate our wetlands.

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What land dammed by beavers looks like.

I understand that there are many farmers who would view this decision with concern. I know firsthand that many are concerned about beaver dams flooding productive farmland. However, flooding areas surrounding the river, odd as this may sound, is something I believe should be encouraged. Creating margins of floodplains provides habitat for a wide variety of wildlife, and is an important part of alleviating pressure from flooding. The plan for UK farm payments following the invoking of Article 50 has not been discussed (assuming that there is any plan- ditto for every other voting issue), so I’ll put out one suggestion: a floodplain subsidy, as part of an environment-oriented programme of farming subsidies. And one way this could be done would be by releasing beavers.

The Angling Trust’s Mark Lloyd has been similarly sceptical, commenting  “it would be irresponsible even to consider reintroducing this species into the wild without first restoring our rivers to good health” .  I understand his position, and I can certainly agree with him on the need to restore our deteriorating rivers. However, what I feel Mark Lloyd has overlooked is that beavers are a way of restoring our rivers, through all the processes described above. Their dams are also capable of trapping runoff and excess fertiliser, which can help avoid its spread downstream.

We live in exciting times. This is just one step down a road with great potential and exciting possibilities.

 

A job well done for the 123,076

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123,076 signatures. That’s quite a lot. Indeed, this is one of the most successful Parliamentary petitions in memory. The third e-petition to ban driven grouse shooting, which hit the 100,000-signature mark neccesary for a Parliamentary discussion on August 13th, a day after the ‘Inglorious Twelfth’, sailed on to gather another 23,076 before closing on September 21st, and consequentially will be debated in Parliament tommorow.

I will not hide the fact that I proudly signed this e-petition. Why did I  sign it?  Because, like many others, I felt that the status quo was getting us nowhere. As someone who goes on pheasant shoots regularly during the shooting season, I have a foot in both camps, so this is a contentious subject for me. But in the end, I  simply do not want more of this practice. The people who signed this petition did so for all sorts of reasons: raptor persecution (see here and here for the most recent events,  and here for the last ten years-including 17 this year), carbon emissions, protection of deforested land as ‘internationally rare habitat’ or the millions in taxpayer’s money grouse moors receive. But my own reason for signing it was the fact that, at the heart of it, the management of our uplands , whether it’s culling mountain hares or giving grouse medicated grit, always goes back to creating artificially high numbers of grouse to shoot. I signed it because I wanted to see upland conservation focus on all species, not just one.

I do not want to put the many responsible, conscientious gamekeepers out of a job. That was not the aim of this petition- it was only aimed at banning one form of grouse shooting, the type which requires over-intensive management of our uplands.

There are many people that feel it would be better to negotiate with irresponsible estates, and I understand that. Nine times out of ten I would agree that we can have conversation with BASC, GWCT, the Moorland Association and the NGO and SGA, who are well-meaning and committed people with a genuine love of the natural world. But these have been going on for decades, and despite full protection, many of our raptors are still being killed. Only three pairs of hen harriers bred this year, and four have been found dead on grouse moors. Not to mention the fact that several notorious raptor ‘black holes’ are still within major shooting organisations- Edradynate Estate, described  as “one of the worst sites for wildlife crime”, is a major donor of the SGA. Indeed, Lord Hopetoun, owner the infamous Leadhills Estate (infamous for these reasons), is Chairman of the Scottish Moorland Group.

This petition represents collective frustration, but it also represents collective hope. We all signed this with the strong conviction that we can change the uplands for the better, and we can. Many of us are united not only in opposition to driven grouse shooting,but in support of rewilding the uplands, a holistic approach and an effective use of our least productive land. Much of Europe was much like ours- treeless,  diminished and in the hands of the few. But change happened, and it will happen in Britain, not least from our hugely successful campaign. The reforestation of the land and the system of tenanted farms hasn’t stopped Norway from maintaining a viable grouse shooting industry, after all.

It would be foolish for me to say moving away from driven grouse shooting will be plain-sailing.  But we can, and will, make it. It wasn’t until 2013, when two pairs of hen harriers both failed to breed in England, that people finally began to take notice of the struggles faced by hen harriers, not to mention goshawks, peregrines, golden eagles and many more besides. Think about that; In the space of 3 years, this issue has grown into demonstrations, captured the mainstream news and is now being discussed in Parliament.

We can all congratulate ourselves a job well done, and look forward to a brighter future. Even if we don’t win this time round, we have brought this subject  to the centre stage, meaning we can only grow stronger.