It does leave a rather strange sensation, clicking the ‘like’ button for this!
There are people I know who would take every word of this as the literal truth, and cheer that at last some common sense was creeping in to a ‘so-called conservation’ blog.
That was my feeling too, I couldn’t laugh at this too much because it feels more like observation of the real situation rather than a satire of it. The latest anti rewilding/conservation hype from farming organisations in Wales is that it’s a threat to Welsh language and culture which apparently is inextricably linked with having Welsh hills grazed to death by loads of sheep. That’s funny because while there’s a Welsh word for eagle, eryr, I don’t think there are any for ‘EU subsidy’ which I suspect is the real issue somehow. Derek Gow mentioned a farmer who has tried to get a licence to ‘control’ beavers on his patch from SNH because he believes they’re frightening his cows.
Wonderful! I laughed, particularly at the first paragraph because, strange to say, back in the mid-nineties the huge flocks of starlings descending on certain nature reserves on the Somerset Levels really were ‘saddening the hearts’ of certain land owners, namely the RSPB and Somerset Wildlife Trust, concerned that they were damaging newly created reed beds. Now they can’t get enough of them or the visiting human hoards they attract. I love the irony of it.
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It does leave a rather strange sensation, clicking the ‘like’ button for this!
There are people I know who would take every word of this as the literal truth, and cheer that at last some common sense was creeping in to a ‘so-called conservation’ blog.
That was my feeling too, I couldn’t laugh at this too much because it feels more like observation of the real situation rather than a satire of it. The latest anti rewilding/conservation hype from farming organisations in Wales is that it’s a threat to Welsh language and culture which apparently is inextricably linked with having Welsh hills grazed to death by loads of sheep. That’s funny because while there’s a Welsh word for eagle, eryr, I don’t think there are any for ‘EU subsidy’ which I suspect is the real issue somehow. Derek Gow mentioned a farmer who has tried to get a licence to ‘control’ beavers on his patch from SNH because he believes they’re frightening his cows.
Wonderful! I laughed, particularly at the first paragraph because, strange to say, back in the mid-nineties the huge flocks of starlings descending on certain nature reserves on the Somerset Levels really were ‘saddening the hearts’ of certain land owners, namely the RSPB and Somerset Wildlife Trust, concerned that they were damaging newly created reed beds. Now they can’t get enough of them or the visiting human hoards they attract. I love the irony of it.