Have a look at the ‘a focus on nature’ website. Launched at the Bird Fair this looks like a good initiative to me. How do ‘young people’ get the advice and mentoring that they need to get into nature conservation? I’ve offered to give a helping hand and maybe you can too? Or maybe you will be a recipient of advice? Follow them on Twitter @AFONature. My route into nature conservation was somewhat unorthodox and isn’t a useful model for others to follow (see Chapter 1 of Fighting for Birds)
Put a note in your diary for Tuesday evening to watch Plantlife’s CEO, Victoria Chester, in the Great British Bake-off. She’s a brave lady to put her kneading, rolling and baking to the test in front of us all. Will Victoria blossom or be weeded out this week? I am sure she would say that there are no weeds – only lovely plants. Seriously, it was good to see Victoria and Plantlife staff at the Bird Fair last weekend. Plantlife is one of my favourite NGOs – as I spell out in Chapter 16 of Fighting for Birds.
I’ve become a Patron (how grand!) of Birding for All so the least I can do is mention them. Check their website and see whether you can do something to help them too, please.
Are you ashamed of being a birder? Of course not (or are you?). Why not commit to introduce someone else to birdwatching or at least a greater knowledge of birds? The Pledge to Fledge Initiaitive is about just that, so here is another website to explore and think about.
Vote in the Nature of Farming Awards – preferably for the only finalist who is mentioned in Fighting for Birds (on pp 119-120) – Henry Edmunds.
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It rained a bit (we were in the clouds) and it was cold enough for gloves for part of the time – but I took my six year old grandson for his first visit to The Roaches in the Staffordshire Peak District. It is a steep climb to the top. We a a few birds (buzzard, peregrine and meadow pipits) but he isn’t all that interested in them yet. However he did enjoy writing in the mud with a stick, fall over in the mud a few times, see streams of water running, down the (badly) eroded footpath, see a peaty brown moorland pool (where Jenny Green Teeth lives), see his first climbers etc. He “drove” back down the hill in his imaginary four wheel drive. He didn’t complain once about the weather. He seemed to enjoy it. I hope to take him back many more times.
Wendy – lovely. Thank you.