Those who love
nature will automatically be drawn into the situation from a personal
perspective – perhaps it is human nature and in all ways, that is a good thing.
But perhaps a bit more, we should go beyond what “I” see, what “I” wish or what
“I” got out of being with nature. How often do we think about what nature itself
sees, wishes or experiences?
So, out of
respect to nature, this blog entry will not recount what Heather, the satellite
tracked Hen Harrier gave to “us” in terms of joy following her progress or
information in terms of her travels, habitat use, new roosts and much more, nor
will it go into the obvious devastation that was felt at the time or her
persecution (which is still felt today) or public outcry and support for Hen Harriers
that followed. Instead, it will focus on what Heather would have seen,
experienced and wished.
Heather was
born and reared in the Summer of 2013, with her four siblings in a heather
covered nest, nestled on the slope of a ravine, with a young river flowing
below. Her mother would shelter and protect the young, very closely in the
first couple of weeks until they grew their feathers and became capable of self
thermo-regulating and feeding themselves on the food that their mother and
father would bring. Heather’s father was a particularly good provider and did
the majority of the provisioning for the five young, as well as for Heather’s
mother in the early weeks of the summer.
One day, while
both of Heather’s parents were away, the peace of nest was interrupted by two
men who walked in and took Heather and her sister (Sally) from the nest and
fitted them both with satellite tags before putting them back into the nest
immediately afterwards. Heather’s parents returned to the nest none the wiser,
but they and the young birds, must surely have been wondering what that small
device on their backs were.
When the
time came, Heather and her siblings began to fly. For the first month, the
family unit stayed around the general nest area, making great use of the
heather moorland so that the young could rise and attempt food passes from
their parents (with occasional fumbles forgiven by the fact they could re-find
any dropped food on the ground). Heather was now beginning to see the wider
world, beyond the heather covered nest where up until then all she knew was the
sky and her family. She could see for miles and miles from the top of the
mountain where she was reared. She could even see the Atlantic Ocean. Heather
did what was natural, and she flew. She began to explore, and in a big way. She
travelled in a north-easterly direction through Munster, towards Kildare, Wicklow
and Dublin. Dublin was obviously a world away from the little ravine, heather
moorland and mountain streams where she had been reared – she would have seen
the City, in fact flown over it. She turned for more natural habitat and called
the heather moorland of the Dublin and Wicklow Mountains home for a number of
weeks. After some time, the natural desire for the young harrier to travel saw
her head north, to Meath. There one morning, she rose from her roost and
standing in the field was a man with a pair of binoculars looking at her. Onwards,
north to Louth and Armagh. Heather roosted on the shore of Lough Neagh, the
biggest lake in Ireland. She did not delay there however, and made the amazing
non-stop journey in a reverse southerly direction, from Lough Neagh to South
Cork. Hundreds of kilometres later, she arrived by the cliffs and roosted on some
coastal heath, surrounded by tillage farmland where she could find plentiful
food and a safe place to rest. It is possible that she found this patch of
land, hundreds of kilometres from where she had been, by following an adult
female Hen Harrier who had coloured tags on her back. Heather called this home
for a number of months, cruising around the tillage fields by day and
roosting by night to the sound of Chough, Gulls and crashing waves. From these
older birds, Heather would have learned of good hunting places and safe places
to spend each night. Again, there was every so often a man watching
Heather with binoculars.
A
new year came. 2014 saw Heather visit the Nagle Mountains and then West
Waterford. Come breeding time, she was in the Ballyhouras and hung around with
an established pair. She did not breed that summer, but instead travelled
through various counties to make it to Mayo. Heather's roost sites in and
around Ballycroy National Park and Castlebar provided some super habitat in
terms of heather, rough grassland, hedgerows and scrub. It was a beautiful
summer and Heather's surrounds provided ample resources. Every so often, Heather
would have seen a man with a pair of binoculars.
With
the summer finished and the days shortening, Heather decided to retrace her
steps and visit the exact same sites in Cork as she had spent the previous
winter. However, after some time, she made the bold move back to her native
Kingdom - this time South Kerry. There, she would have every so often seen a
man with a pair of binoculars watch her as she and other harriers settled into
roost each evening to see out the night in what they would have seen as a safe
haven. She overlooked the spectacular Skelligs and even roosted on an offshore
island for some time. One day, she decided to take a short break from South
Kerry and returned home to the exact spot where she was reared. Back to the
heather clad hills and that mountain ravine. Even after all her journeys, she knew
where home was at all times.
However,
her return home was short and Heather soon travelled back to South Kerry again,
a return to the hills for an attempt at finding a mate, would have to wait a
short while until spring of 2015 arrived. One evening, Heather returned back to
her roost, back to her safe haven and the other harriers she had come to
recognize on a daily basis. There was a man watching, but this time it was not
a man with binoculars and good intentions, it was a man with a gun. Whether he
could be called a man is debatable however, as the coward pointed the barrel at
the innocent harrier and pulled the trigger. Ended. Life Ended. All that
Heather had seen, experienced and wished for was ended. The heather clad hills
and the mountain ravine, the Dublin Mountains, the shores of Lough Neagh, the
cliffs of South Cork the bogs of Mayo and all lands in between and further
away, could no longer be visited by Heather and her presence could no longer
add to the landscape or add depth to the scene.
The
little device that those two men fitted to Heather and he sister Sally allowed
Heather to be found, to allow her story when alive and dead to be known. So ultimately perhaps, after learning considering
what Heather would have seen in her life (and you are urged to look back through this blog on Heather and Sally's full story as well as much more), we need to shine the light back on
ourselves and again revert to what we wish to see, experience and influence. Habitat
continues to be destroyed, for Hen Harriers and for all the native wildlife
species that they are an indicator of. Human attitudes continue to differ –
with more people growing indifferent to the plight of nature in Ireland, and at
the same time more people growing to care for the plight of nature in Ireland.
So if there is anything you can do to help more people care about wildlife in
Ireland to move the trend in the right direction, then do it. Engage people
with the outdoors. Fully educate yourself as to what is good and what is bad in
terms of landscape and habitat change and consider what the custodians of the
landscape need to continue maintaining habitats, rather than being pushed down
a road of intensification or abandonment. Make that difference! But every so
often, at the back of it all, have a think as to what the wildlife we so dearly
love is experiencing.
