“Red squirrels,” she said, “are rather like quiet, well-behaved people.”

The article “The Squirrel Wars,” by D.T. Max, that ran in the NY Times in 2007 on the Red vs Gray struggle has a wonderful mid-section devoted to the House of Lords discussion on the subject. As a perhaps-important underscore, the House has cut hereditary peers’ membership  by 90% in the recent decade.

Lady Saltoun of Abernethy, the 21st to hold that title in Scotland…spoke to point out the inherent superiority of the red over the gray squirrel: “Red squirrels,” she said, “are rather like quiet, well-behaved people who do not make a nuisance or an exhibition of themselves or commit crimes and so do not get themselves into the papers in the vulgar way gray squirrels do.” She continued: “Red squirrels do not strip bark from trees; damage arable crops, market gardens and garden plants; dig up bulb and corms from recently sown seed; eat birds’ eggs; or eat telephone wires and electricity cables, as gray squirrels do.” Lady Saltoun suggested some research be done on whether gray squirrels tasted good. She foresaw a fight at the dinner table: “I have a nasty feeling that . . . children in particular would say, ‘Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly eat that,’ just as they say they cannot eat dear little bunny rabbits. But this is worth having a look at.”

The Rt Hon. The Lady Saltoun (née Ms. Flora Fraser, me being a vulgar American) is the only female holder of a lordship of Parliament who has a seat in the House of Lords as an elected hereditary peer. She is the head of the Frasers of Philorth. (thanks Wikipedia). But her comments, while perhaps more focused on etiquette, are not anomalous among the peerage.

Here is Lady Saltoun’s web site.
She has a fantastic genealogy and has written the books  “Clan Fraser,” “Lady Saltoun’s Favourite Fish Dishes,” and  “Lady Saltoun’s Favourite Puddings.”

A Nationalist takes red squirrel as mascot

Well! Sad but inevitable use of animals as symbols. The squirrel of course is cute and wonderful, and was at one time well-adapted and in balance with its native habitat. But  c’mon – I’ve been keeping quiet and recording “just the facts” about the critters –  and it wasn’t hard to find this unsurprising (lock)step:

from the blog, Nationalism in Our Times of Need
from the blog, Nationalism in Our Times of Need

The author of this blog, code name Red Squirrel, writes,

I am proud to be a member of The British National Party. This photograph replaces the image of the Red Squirrel I used to conceal my identity from the disgusting hammer wielding fascist scum, that threaten to burn people alive! But I hide NO More!These people are reprobates, paid by the government and the Islamists to intimidate, silence or even kill freedom loving people who dare to raise their voices in protest. Please wake up Britain and vote For the only party able to halt this madness! We are descending into the horror of a repressive and totalitarian regime. I love my Nation. Do You? Our Civilisation once gone would be irreplaceable!

and this is quite a surprising profile photo (nice rainbow; is this mythic Britain?):

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“Helping our reds to stand up for themselves”

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22,586 Grey Squirrels trapped since January 2007
(statistic from the RSSP)

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This is a screen shot of the Northern Red Squirrels home page –  a volunteer protection group:

http://www.northernredsquirrels.org.uk./
http://www.northernredsquirrels.org.uk./

A link from their web site led me to an article in the Telegraph from April 2009, in which the Prince of Wales is quoted as follows:

The Prince will speak of his sadness at the decline of the “most utterly charming and irresistible of British native mammals” – the red squirrel – because of the spread of greys from North America.. He added: “I am incredibly fortunate to see red squirrels whenever I am in Scotland and I cannot bear the thought that one day they might disappear forever, driven out by the relentless march of the greys.” …”Our red squirrels are facing a battle for survival. It seems almost incomprehensible to me that we have allowed this situation to happen. The far bigger grey squirrels, which were only introduced into this country one hundred and thirty years ago are outcompeting the reds in every way, let alone infecting them with the appalling squirrel pox, to which they are immune, but to which the reds are particularly prone and die a lingering and agonising death.”

ÜR SQUIRREL

Sorry. I  can’t stop myself. Here’s the best picture yet of a red squirrel. If ever there was a reason to protect the Reds, it’s their supersonic selfdom. Though this one looks wily enough to defeat the Pox.

from The Guardian. Photograph: Owen Humphreys/PA
from The Guardian. Photograph: Owen Humphreys/PA

Thomas Bewick, Waiting for Death

In the manifold and often ugly ways people interrelate with animals, Bewick’s wood engravings  portray the specifics of rural northern England at a time when conditions, politics and views toward the land and nature were changing (urbanization, privatization of land, and the disappearance of the commons). Bewick escapes nostalgia, although many of his tiny, delicate engravings are pastoral and sweet.

But at times Bewick makes an overt (and dear) statement of injustice. I found this image and decription on the Bewick Society web site :

Thomas Bewick, "Waiting for Death," 1828
Thomas Bewick, "Waiting for Death," 1828

This single sheet print (8 3/4 x 11 1/2 inches) was the last piece Bewick worked on before he died. It was part of his experimentation in larger sized prints and it was not finished when Bewick died. It was published by his son Robert Elliott Bewick in 1832. The subject matter was identical to a much earlier vignette-sized print based on one of his earliest known drawings

[From the descriptive text written by Bewick to accompany the print Waiting for Death. The full text is in Robert Robinson, Thomas Bewick: His Life and Times, p. 163-4.]

In the morning of his days he was handsome – sleek as a raven, sprightly and spirited, and was then much caressed and happy. […] It was once his hard lot to fall into the hands of Skinflint, a horse-keeper – an authorised wholesale and retail dealer in cruelty – who employed him alternately, but closely, as a hack, both in the chaise and for the saddle; for when the traces and trappings used in the former had peeled the skin from off his breast, shoulders, and sides, he was then, as his back was whole, thought fit for the latter […] He was always, late and early, made ready for action – he was never allowed to rest.[…] It is amazing to think upon the vicissitudes of his life. […] But his days and nights of misery are now drawing to an end; so that, after having faithfully dedicated the whole of his powers and his time to the service of unfeeling man, he is at last turned out, unsheltered and unprotected, to starve of hunger and of cold.

His tail-pieces – small vignettes made to fill space at the bottom of pages – form an anecdotal field guide to Northumberland life. His wry and tender view, and his sensitivity to relations – of species, of class, of the built and natural world – are fully apparent throughout his engravings. These are not great reproductions – the ones in Jenny Uglow’s biography, “Nature’s Engraver” are fantastic, and merit reading with a magnifying glass at the ready.

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(tale-pieces from Tale-Pieces by Thomas Bewick)

Barn Owl Tyto alba, from "A History of British Birds" (1816)
Barn Owl Tyto alba, from "A History of British Birds" (1816)

Animals Roam the Streets of NYC

This in May 9, 2009, from the New York Times, courtesy Una Chaudhuri:

The history of animal escapes in New York City, collected in the archives of the city’s newspapers, reads like a feeding schedule at the Bronx Zoo — elephants, horses, wolves, bulls, monkeys, bears, goats, lions, deer and a six-foot boa constrictor named Minnie (captured in 1937 in Brooklyn)…

The tales of loose animals are odd little reminders of a lost era of the city, when there were monkey fanciers on the Lower East Side (loose monkey, July 1937) and when the site of the Hippodrome, now a sleek office building in Midtown with the same name, was home to a footloose elephant with a knack for the bass drum.

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And this photo of Lucky Lady is from a 2007 escape in the Bronx, found in this article found on Associated Content.

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Lucky Lady (photo from AP)

The lamb was just 7 months old and was on an escape attempt from a nearby market where live animals are sold eventually ending up as food. This little lamb’s escape plan has worked and instead of her sad fate will now head to her new home in upstate New York where she will live on a sanctuary.