Exmoor Wild Ponies enlisted as horticulture specialists

I saw wild Exmoor Ponies, a feral breed of horse, up on the moors near High Green. They’ve been brought here from Devon in a land management scheme – eating invasive grasses and bracken in the hope that rarer wildflowers will flourish. They also don’t touch the heather.

Exmoor ponies are a hardy breed who have for centuries survived in a harsh and sometimes treacherous landscape. These fascinating, half-wild creatures have gentle looks and a willing nature, they are descended from wild horses domesticated by the Celts of pre-Roman times and are now conserved as a ‘rare breed’. (Pictures of England)

Exmoor Ponies at HIgh Green, Northumberland
Exmoor Ponies at HIgh Green, Northumberland

Livestock break up the soil for wildflowers to seed into and the Exmoor ponies are ideal for this as they are environmentally friendly and less destructive than large machinery, will eat the most vigorous and inhospitable plants such as gorse and can penetrate the smallest and most remote locations.

Exmoor ponies are classified by the WWF-UK as “critically endangered” due to their dramatically decline in numbers since the 2nd World War.  The ponies to be used at Kielder will be used on grazing schemes for the next few years until they are old enough to be sold as family ponies – their places will then be taken by another group of younger ponies in the scheme. (Northumberland Wildlife Trust)

Like the wild cattle, if you stay long enough they tend to be curious and will come right up to you to inspect.  They’re lovely, with coloration that looks like it got rubbed away in places.

Chillingham Wild Cattle

Chris Leyland, manager of the cattle, takes us on a tour - the park has some ancient alder trees
Chris Leyland, manager of the cattle, takes us on a tour – the park has some ancient alder trees
Alder and cattle in bg
Alder and cattle in bg
Sometimes called Fairy Cattle for the unique red fur in ther ears
Sometimes called “Fairy Cattle” for the unique red fur in ther ears
They darken in color as they get older
They darken in color as they get older
definitely curious about us, but on their own terms
definitely curious about us, but on their own terms
the oldest lady with crooked horns - shes 17, but still can satisfy a good itch
the oldest lady with crooked horns – she’s 17, but still can satisfy a good itch
there are about 87 cattle in all
there are about 87 cattle in all
with a decent park range - no shortage of grazing food, minimal human intervention, hay in winter
with a decent park range – no shortage of grazing food, minimal human intervention, hay in winter

Squirrel tourism

My first red squirrel today – actually 2 of them. Not a hard find- there is a very nice, very fancy, very comfortable, and very well-stocked wildlife hide set up in Kielder Water, at Leaplish. It’s rather National Geographic- except with no effort to conceal the lure of an arsenal of feeding stations, in all of which the reds were happy to partake.

The Leaplish Squirrel Hide
The Leaplish Squirrel Hide

Those  flirty, spoiled little bastards, I kept thinking; they run in, snack it up, run out, scamper off, run back in, snack… & cet. After an hour, the pair conceded to frolic round their proper feeding box. And gambol they did.

I missed the first shot:  the distended, carved wooden red squirrel effigy you can see along the path (above photo), with its spry referent in sight (which had fled by the time I snapped the photo).

It was raining when I got to the hide, so I had the place to myself. It was a shady wonderland; then the sun came out; then the squirrel fans came. Reverentially. With huge whispered sighs and wide eyes. It’s amazing what we are willing to look through, in order to experience nature (me too!). But I’m through blocking the intercessions. In this case, one couldn’t – these reds are on welfare assistance, propped up in a managed forest (their last stronghold), essentially a timber concern full of caravans, water skiing lessons and motor boats.

The Main Feeder
The Main Feeder

Lest I mislead with my semi-acrid tone, it was a thrill. They’re as cute as their pictures: petite, scampering, with  ginger coats, tufty ear extensions, alert expressions, and compact physiques. I’m charmed, and querulous.

A bird feeder
A bird feeder

Christopher Smart

Fashion swings this way and that, with regard to the construction of nature on offer – its pendulum swung farther towards novel or traditional.  Currently, the  tastemakers want indigenous, and are beginning to pay well for green (privileged locavores and nationalized tree planting subsidizers, to name two user groups willing to cough up the surcharge).

I found this quote from Christopher Smart in Keith Thomas’ Man and the Natural World: Changing Attitudes in England 1500-1800:

“I pray God for the introduction of new creatures into this island,” Christopher Smart would sing, “For I pray God for the ostriches of Salisbury plain. the beavers of the Medway and silver fish of Thames.”

(from Jubilate Agno)

England poised for further invasion!!

It’s a fever.. of xenophobia:

An army of foreign mammals, birds and amphibians is poised to invade Britain – changing the countryside and threatening our best-loved native wildlife, scientists warn.

They have identified 84 exotic species – from the raccoon to the snapping turtle – which could become established within the next few decades.

Some, like the leopard cat, could escape from zoos or private collections, while others, such as the eagle owl, are already living in isolated pockets of the countryside.

from the “Raccoons and Snapping Turtle Join  the Foreign Threat to our Native Wildlife,” Daily Mail, May 2009

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the operative word is could