I and a colleague, who does much work for the Essex Wildlife Trust, attended the ‘Hen Harrier Day’ protest event on Sunday, at Derwent Water in the Peak District. It was heartening to mingle with so many like-minded folk who are appalled at the persecution of raptors across the grouse moors. And even more dismayed that the hunting and shooting fraternity has not attempted to reach a compromise on the issue.
Bertha’s stair rods did not dampen our spirits but seemed to add emphasis to the resolve. In the face of adversity as it were!
I know I speak for a lot of us when I say,
Keep the pressure up!
The Blood and the Purple ~
[To Mark Hen Harrier Day]
In a habitat of raw elements
Squalls sweep by in chilled flurries
Across the ridges and carved valleys
All along the waving folds of Calluna
Thrives the bilberry and the sundew
And the upland ways of wild things
A theatre for a Circus turn
Soars adeptly in his cyaneus livery
The laws of physics surpassed!
Skydancing above the purple haze!
Crazy spirals and showy switchback!
Adorns the bright broad skies
On the killing ground of the driven
Trodden in and stamped upon
Lay crushed by whim and profit!
The budding dance troupe no more
In the blood and the purple
Do they not acknowledge our treasure?
The phrase ‘purple haze’ was first used by Charles Dickens in 1861 in ‘Great Expectations’.
And later re-penned by Jimi Hendrix.