Mink and Un-Open Access Land - Keith Fowler

Eight of us gathered for the next instalment of “Hunt the Shieldbug” in a small car park off a narrow lane at the start of the path to the Forestry Commission land at Lodge Hill. Three momentous events took place before we left the car park:

1.    An omission was pointed out in my piece about Beckbury;
2.    We attempted to charm the earthworms present;
3.    A slow worm put in an appearance.

As we were dealing with the first two events a slow worm was found in the verge at the side of the car park. Fortunately the paparazzi that hound our every movement were there to capture the moment!

This young lady (we think) was clearly used to the limelight and made no attempt to escape. After signing autographs and smiling for the camera, she slowly made her way back into the undergrowth.

Next, my omission from the report on Beckbury: American Mink.

A mink was spotted whilst on our walk. It was observed twice before noticing the waiting camera and, being camera-shy, disappearing. American mink are a very unwelcome addition to our fauna. It is a fearsome predator and is thought to be one of the factors behind the decline of the Water vole.

My fear of worms is now pretty well publicised. As therapy I attended a Bio.fell Earthworms course and I wish it to be known that I handled three live wriggling worms.

As part of the course we were shown how to charm worms to the surface by vibrating a fork in the ground. One of our group today was also present on the course and proved to be a champion charmer.

The challenge was on. I brought the fork and our champion got to work and proved that there are no worms in the car park.

Eventually we left the car park and made our way up the path to Lodge Hill which is a mixed deciduous/conifer woodland. The walk was pleasant but apart from a small quarry it was not very interesting although we did find a range of species including a Common Lizard. After a while we decided to call it a day and try the Open Access land across the road from the car park. So we returned.

What looks straightforward on a map, i.e. the Open Access land is next to the road, turned out to be anything but on the ground. There was a barbed wire fence between the “Open Access” land and the road making access impossible to all except those equipped with wire-cutters. After a fruitless search for an entry point we gave up and “Plan B” was invoked. Always good to have a Plan B. We moved on to The Lawley.

We lunched in the car park and like most car parks it proved a major source of invertebrate records, especially the verges which were attracting many bees, hoverflies and butterflies, including this Nationally Scarce Andrena labiata. (The bee was released unharmed after being identified and photographed.)

Refreshed and refuelled we made our way up the path on the Lawley. This started with a small wooded area and then opened up into grassland with lots of gorse on the slopes.

In the woodland a longhorn beetle Rhagium mordax found us. It landed on a Sycamore leaf and said “Photograph me”, so we did.

As we ascended the slope the wind grew stronger and colder, so finding a bit of shelter seemed wise. And there was gorse on the lower slopes. And Gorse means – Gorse shieldbugs. Needless to say no Gorse shieldbugs were found but we got plenty of exercise.

Another Invertebrately Challenged Tetrad Day drew to a close. We had not perhaps made the number of records that we would have liked but none the less it was a good day out.

I leave you with a photograph of the view from The Lawley with one of our group in the bottom right hand corner totally engrossed in checking what was in his net rather than enjoying the excellent scenery.

Keith Fowler

Mayday! Mayday! - Keith Fowler

The latest instalment of “Hunt the Shieldbug” took place on Mayday (Wednesday, 1st May). Eight of us gathered outside the Seven Stars inn, Beckbury for a stroll along the banks of the River Worfe.

Resisting the temptation of the Inn we strolled down the road to find the footpath. On the way we passed a gentleman tinkering with his white car, and when I say white, it was WHITE. He must wash it in 1% detergent and 99% optical brighteners. If you have seen my car you will understand why I could never own a car like that.

The footpath started at a rather unpromising style (at least there was a FP sign and style) and took us initially along the side of a steep slope and through a Blackthorn thicket. Trying to keep upright whilst wielding a sweep net and avoiding the thorns was extremely tricky. We soldiered on and espied several Gorse bushes in full flower. The problem was getting to them. They were at the bottom of the 50% slope. A couple of brave folk descended to the bushes and searched and searched but found no Gorse shieldbugs. We moved on.

The path eventually descended to the side of the river passing a small conifer plantation where we found a longhorn beetle Pogonocherus hispidus and a couple of micro-moths 6 Eriocrania subpurpurella and 345 Phyllonorycter rajella. A refreshments break was in order.

After drinks we moved on about 200 yds and had lunch.

That 200 yards had brought us to a sheltered area of grassy vegetation with the river on one side and trees on the other with a small sandstone rock-face thrown in. Despite there being few obvious nectar sources the area was a-buzz with activity. We spent a long time exploring before lunching.

It was here that a shield bug found us. A Bronze shieldbug Troilus luridus landed on one of the group’s hand. Needless to say it was admired and photographed before being  returned (with reluctance on its part) to the vegetation. It was the only shieldbug we saw all day.

As we were about to move on another longhorn beetle was spotted sunning itself on a fallen tree trunk – Rhagium mordax.

We continued to follow the river until we found a path that returned us to our starting point.

This turned out to be a delightful meander after the rather unpromising start and is worthy of a revisit later in the year. Its sheltered areas provided us with plenty of entertainment. We made about 80 records, many of which will be first records for the two tetrads we traversed.

Thank you to all who came.




Keith Fowler




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Nature Notes – May 2013 - Pete Lambert

Stumbling out the back door to get to our various workaday destinations we were calmed by the suspended mist in the lightening morning. Duvet bands of vapour hung above the field behind the house and there a barn owl silently quartered the tussocky grassland for a breakfast snack. A few days later, another, or the same barn owl was seen at dusk near Aston locks. Barn owls, though in steep decline are still part of the local bird-scape. Open countryside with roosting opportunities in old buildings or ancient solitary field trees and rough grassland teeming with vole lunches is the favoured territory of the Hush-wing.

Questions of territory also tried to form themselves in my head yesterday as we soaked up the excitement of watching over 65 Red kites swirl around the feeding station at Nant Y Arian. These fork-tailed wonders had turned up for their 3 o’clock feast. Occasional aerial bouts would occur as dominant birds would try to dislodge a morsel from a fellow raptor, we saw some fatty meat drop into the lake below and the successful attackers dropped down to seize the prize. As the food was cleaned up the sated birds began to circle higher and wider and finally we realised that they were done.  Each bird occupies in natural conditions very large foraging territories, the artificial feeding must do funny things to their behaviour and number. Recent reports suggest a Red kite feeding station if being considered in a location in South Shropshire. I am confident it will bring us pleasure but does it help us restore nature or merely create a kind of domesticated wildlife shadow show?

Llynclys Common is a favourite Sunday morning spot and on my circuit a narrow section of the footpath passes between two large and diverse gardens, small fields and hedgerows, some neat, some not, make up a delightful mosaic of habitats. Today this ideal spot delivered a clear view of a male Bullfinch, firstly he moved ahead of me flashing his distinctive rectangular white rump flash. Then settling on a hedge the full glory of Billy Blackcap was revealed, or shown off! Hunting-pink barrel chest,  black cap, strong beak, all come together in a splendid ensemble. I had seen another male earlier the previous week along Middleton lane, this time also along a hedge near a lovely crowded garden of shrubs, fruit trees and mature trees. Down by the railway bridge in Haughton is such another collection of scrub, hedge and untidy woody growth, and of course bullfinch seen here last year. I don’t think I have to check the guide to discover the territorial preferences of the Bullfinch!

The mole is not an endangered species and I must confess our home colony having made a terrific mess of our lawn [?]  I do have sympathy with those who consider them a perfect nuisance in the maintenance of a productive and level sward of grass. The molehills throw up stones to damage machine blades and the soil encouraging pockets of weed.  An adept local mole-catcher to demonstrate that a landowners money was well spent has hung up the trapped gentlemen on the relevant field fence boundary. I counted 45 velvet clad vanquished earthmovers on a short stretch of narrow lane. Of considerably more interest on the last gibbet two large carnivores of a different calibre to the worm gourmand alongside. Just over 18 inches from head to tail and nearly uniform black except for a goatee patch of white beneath the mouth, the Mink is a very successful mammal indeed, though this pair had been outwitted by our pest control expert.

Mink were first brought to this country to be farmed for their lush coats. Being nimble and bright they had soon escaped , rampaged across the country, damaging fish stocks, oppressing our humble water vole and disturbing the sensitive balance of our native fauna. Rightly controlled their numbers have been in steady decline though efforts have to continue to allow our native wildlife safe conduct beyond the reign of terror brought by our shallow desire for the sensuous delights of fur.

And finally Summers herald, a White tailed bumblebee, the first of his order out and yes, bumbling in the weak but warming sun of Spring.

Pete Lambert