The Walthamstow David Attenborough Postbox Topper

Dear Readers, I might have mentioned Postbox Toppers before – they are happening all over the country, wherever knitters and crocheters decide to adorn their local postbox with something commemorative, either of an event, or a season, or a person. You might have noticed that David Attenborough (the closest the UK has to a living secular saint in my opinion) was 100 years old recently, and so this topper, from Walthamstow in East London,  features the man himself plus 26 animals, the name of each one beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. What a treat!

There are lots of other postbox toppers commemorating  Sir David all over the UK, but this one will take some beating, I think. The makers are collecting donation on  behalf of Walthamstow Toy Library, so if you have any lose change jangling, you know what to do….

https://www.walthamstowtoylibrary.org/

It’s Too Darn Hot…

I know, I know. We Brits are always complaining about something. But it is a trifle on the warm side when you have a final assignment to write, are getting over a throat infection and in addition have developed back ache. Harrumph. But it is lovely to see the sun, albeit from a distance through the window, and it does put me in mind of a few summer-related songs, so here are my favourites…

How about Ann Miller singing ‘It’s Too Darn Hot’ in a tasselled coral-coloured leotard? Ah, those were the days…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS_YAKZH3lw.

And this is Ella Fitzgerald’s version. My goodness, her phrasing….what a star.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhs3Qklz5a0

And this is one of those great party songs from the 1980s…the Merry Men with ‘Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbc_LxfhSoY&list=RDrbc_LxfhSoY&start_radio=1

And the Lovin’ Spoonful with ‘Summer in the City’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YgevxRGXIU

And my absolute all time favourite. Just right for leaning back in a hammock with a gin and tonic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T88fbHOmvRk

Stay cool, folks!

New Scientist – Oak Trees Fight Back!

Oak Tree in Cherry Tree Wood

Dear Readers, there is an on-going arms race between plants and the creatures that eat them, that can involve everything from camouflage to chemical weaponry. However, scientists in at the University of Würzberg in Germany have discovered that oak trees that are badly infested with caterpillars in one year will delay opening their leaves by three days during the following year.

Caterpillar eggs are usually laid so that their hatching coincides with the newest, greenest leaves appearing – these are the most nutritious, and the easiest for those little jaws to munch. The scientists did an aerial survey of oak forests in 2019, during which time there was a dramatic infestation of gypsy moths, which caused extensive damage to many of the trees. It was found that the trees who had suffered the most drastically were the ones who delayed producing their leaves by three days in the following year, meaning that any caterpillars that hatched on them starved. This reduced leaf damage by some 55 percent.

While scientists agree that there’s a correlation between leaf opening time and caterpillar predation, it still hasn’t been proved that one causes the other – it could be that the delay is the result of the tree being weakened, rather than a precaution against future leaf loss. But  it’s certainly intriguing, and I look forward to future studies revealing more.

You can read the New Scientist article here.

The journal article is here.

A London First….

Well, Readers, I’ve lived in London for most of my 66-and-a-bit years, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen Tower Bridge raised! I was sitting with my friend Robin (having a cocktail since you ask 🙂 ) when I noticed that the ‘superyacht’ that I’d seen moored beside HMS Belfast was making its way through the bridge. Very exciting!

The Star Pride had a tug at the front, and a tug at the back, and is apparently a ‘312 guest all-suite luxury motor yacht’, with a crew of 150. I was a bit puzzled when I looked at the pictures of the ship online, until I realised that she’s being towed backwards. I assume she did a three-point turn further up the Thames, where it’s a bit wider.

Now, I know that lots of people (including my Mum and Dad) loved going on cruises, and I’ve been on holidays that involved being on a smallish boat, but the threat of being stuck onboard during a Hantavirus/Covid/Norovirus outbreak does give me pause. Plus, supposing you were stuck with people you weren’t sympatico with? I’m not the world’s greatest one for small talk at the best of times. But it is a great way of visiting lots of different places if you’ve got the dosh, and, as this ship was en route to Norway, I imagine it could save you quite a bit of money in terms of food costs/transport costs.

Anyhow, you can read all about the Star Pride here, should the urge take you….

The Chelsea Flower Trail

Dear Readers, on Tuesday my friend Robin and I took a walk around Chelsea to see some of the floral displays. Today I have a throat infection, fever and headache and am feeling pretty sorry for myself, but I am l9ving the flowers. See what you think, and let me know if you have a favourite! Part of me thinks it’s sad that the plants didn’t get to fulfill their full life cycle, but maybe I’m just being a curmudgeon.

Open University – An Update

Plane trees on East Finchley High Road

Dear Readers,  you might be thinking that I haven’t mentioned the Open University for a while. You might also have noticed that my blog posts have been a bit shorter just lately. Well, on 2nd June I submit my final report for my Biology/Environmental Science degree, and so I am rather snowed under at the moment, trying to wrestle my ideas to the ground.

Most of the final assignment is a report, and I chose to look at East Finchley street trees. I’m comparing their ‘ecobenefits’ (how much carbon they sequester, how much flooding they prevent, how much air pollution they absorb) with the amount of biodiversity that each species of tree supports, and believe me, it’s not easy. ‘Ecobenefits’ are easily quantified – there’s a tool called ‘i-Tree’ that calculates these things – and councils love them, because they put a value on each tree, and if there’s one thing people love, it’s being able to count something. Biodiversity is not: just because a tree species could host a particular fungus or insect doesn’t mean that it can do that in a city, and data is sadly lacking. Fortunately, there is just about enough to put something together, and I’ll post my results once the deadline for the report has passed.

I also have to do an essay on a sustainable food production method, so I’m choosing the ‘Incredible Edibles’ project that started in Todmorden and has spawned numerous other projects around the UK. It involved using public space such as flower beds to grow fruit and vegetables that anyone could harvest, or get involved in  growing. The nay-sayers suggested that it would be one lot of people doing the growing, and another lot stealing the produce, but this turned out not to be a big problem. Who knew? People are basically honest, and when enough people are involved in a project they will monitor it themselves.

At any rate, suffice to say that the next few weekends will see me working away, until on 2nd June I raise my head and rush blinking into freedom. I’ve been doing this for six years, so it will be something of  a shock, but I have plenty to do! Not least ridiculous quantities of theatre to see, and rather a large pile of books to read. Keep your fingers crossed, readers!

Thursday Poem – ‘Auntie’ by Nadine Aisha Jassat

Brown sugar and coriander cake with honey-cream cheese topping and apricots…

Dear Readers, I have been working my way through a baking book (‘Sift – The Elements of Great Baking’ by Nicola Lamb) and this week I reached this cake. Well, it doesn’t look quite as professional as the one in the photo but boy does it taste good. The secret and mysterious ingredient is coriander seed (ground, of course) – it gives a strange citrussy, slightly sour note that really blends well with everything else. And that set me wondering if anyone had ever done a poem about coriander, and here we are. I love the way that this poem conjures up a whole person through scent and sound, without ever describing her appearance.

Auntie
Nadine Aisha Jassat

My Aunt’s hands are soft and brown
and they smell like cumin and coriander.
She is a gardener in the kitchen.

Auntie, I remember your skin
the way some people remember the bus route.
I know I need to trace it to go home.

The world of work, bus bells and sirens
are harsh alarm clocks.
I would rather wake gently,
in 5 am light,
to your softly whispered duas
welcoming the morning.

Wednesday Weed – Sorrel Revisited

Sorrel

Dear Readers, this year my wildflower turf is giving me lots of sorrel (and red campion), so here’s a few thoughts on the plant, and all the creatures that eat it (including us). Plus a poem by Edna St Vincent Millay, my favourite sourpuss…

Common Sorrel (Rumex acetosa)

Dear Readers, what an unassuming little plant this is! if you weren’t paying attention you could easily miss it. This is sorrel (Rumex acetosa). Sorrel looks like a grass, but isn’t one. It’s a member of the Polygonaceae or knotgrass family, along with the various persicarias and bistorts and our old friend, Japanese knotweed. The zesty leaves have been eaten throughout the plant’s range, which includes Scandinavia, the rest of Europe and parts of Eurasia. Sorrel is used in spanakopita, the Greek feta, leek and greens pie, in Albanian byrek pies and in Armenian aveluk soup, with walnuts and lentils. In Eastern Europe, it’s turned into soup with hard-boiled eggs. In short, sorrel’s lemon-flavoured leaves are much enjoyed in parts of the world where citrus isn’t grown, or at times of the year when lemons aren’t available.

Photo One By Popo le Chien - Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=69436320

Byrek/borek pie (Photo One)

The flavour of the leaves has given rise to a whole range of vernacular names. My Vickery’s Folk Flora (by Roy Vickery) tells me that in northern England sorrel is known as bitterdabs, in Roxburghshire as Lammie sourocks, in Northern Ireland as red sour-leek and in Ross-shire as sourey souracks, which is probably my favourite. It reminds me rather of Boaty McBoatface, the name selected by the public in the UK when asked to suggest a name for a research ship (subsequently named the David Attenborough, which is more appropriate but rather less fun).

Medicinally, Scottish children used to eat the first leaves of sorrel as a cure for their spots, and John Clare describes how workers in the field would nibble on the plant to slake their thirst. It used to be believed that the plant could ward off scurvy:although the flavour comes from oxalic acid rather than ascorbic acid, it contains some Vitamin C, as do all green plants. While the oxalic acid is associated with kidney stones, you’d have to eat prodigious quantities of the plant to do yourself a damage. Plus oxalic acid is also present in foods like rhubarb, and what is the point of life without rhubarb?

Sorrel was also the source of ‘salts of lemons‘, a concentrated compound of the oxalic acid, which could be used to bleach straw, remove rust stains from linen, and remove ink stains. With the last, however, the chemical reaction only worked if the ink was made from oak galls and salts of iron.

It is eaten by various caterpillars, including those of the fiery clearwing (Pyropteron chrysidiformis), the forester moth (Adscita statices) the blood-vein (Timandra comae) and the scarce vapourer (Orgyia recens), all scarce species that it’s well worth encouraging.

Photo Two by Ferran Pestaña, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Fiery Clearwing (Pyropteron chrysidiformis) (Photo Two)

Photo Three AfroBrazilian, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Forester Moth (Adscita statices)(Photo Three)

Photo Four by hamon jp, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Blood Vein (Timandra Comae) (Photo Four)

Photo Five by Ilia Ustyantsev, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Caterpillar of the scarce vapourer (Orgyia recens) (Photo Five)

Sorrel can also be used as a dye, with either the whole plant or the root being used with various mordants to get a whole range of colours. The dyes in the photo come from sorrel’s close relative sheep’s sorrel (Rumex acetosella) but the results should be broadly the same. Who knew you could get so many colours from such a modest little plant? The photo comes from the Forest and the Spirit blog, which is well worth a look.

Photo Six from https://forestandthespirit.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/plant-dyes-sheep-sorrel/

Dye colours from sheep’s sorrel (Photo Six)

And finally, a poem. I love Edna St Vincent Millay, with her streak of cussedness and curmudgeonly attitude. How could I not also love this poem? Why, even the name is appropriate. I’m not exactly sure what the last verse means, so feel free to share!

Weeds by Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)

White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.

Daisies spring from damnèd seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessèd things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.

Photo Credits

Photo One By Popo le Chien – Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=69436320

Photo Two by Ferran Pestaña, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo Three AfroBrazilian, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo Four by hamon jp, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo Five by Ilia Ustyantsev, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo Six from https://forestandthespirit.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/plant-dyes-sheep-sorrel/

 

 

 

Bugwoman Presents Robin Huffman, Primate Portrait Painter

Dear Readers, my friend Robin Huffman is staying with me for a few days, so I wanted to share our story with those of you who haven’t met her yet. On Thursday she’s back off to Ape Action Africa in Cameroon again for a month, to paint some more signs for the sanctuary, and no doubt to get inspiration for some more portraits….

Our relationship started with a photograph of a sleeping talapoin monkey called Yoda.

Yoda Asleep (Photo by Robin Huffman)

I saw it on a site called, of all things, Cute Overload. Of course, I didn’t know anything about Robin then, but I was impressed by the way that, when the comments stream filled up with people gushing that they ‘wanted a monkey’,  the photographer commented that this monkey was from a sanctuary, and that monkeys should never be kept as pets.

My husband looked at the photo too, and clicked through to find out some more details.

‘You know’, he said, ‘the sanctuary where this photo was taken is asking for volunteers’.

Two years later, I was bumping over the dusty red roads of Cameroon on my way to the Mefou Primate Sanctuary. It is home to orphaned gorillas, chimpanzees and monkeys. Most of them are refugees from the bushmeat trade – the adults are killed for meat, and the babies suffer a miserable fate as ‘pets’. I was to spend most of the next month looking after young chimps (which basically involved being a climbing frame, sweeping and mopping floors, sorting out food and playing pat-a-cake).

Playing pat-a-cake with M’Boki

There was a constant war of attrition with the soldier ants, who were dangerous to caged animals because they will eat anything in their path. In the film below, the soldier ants are moving their larvae and eggs to the next place where they will form a nest. The column is defended by the ‘soldiers’, who have heads the size of blueberries and strong, sharp jaws. Many days saw me getting too close to an ant column and having to run through the compound ripping off clothes as the ants headed up a trouser leg.

And one day I rescued this extraordinary giant stick insect from the curious young chimps who would have torn her to pieces out of pure curiosity.

Cameroonian giant stick insect

But what was most surprising was that my room mate in our cozy Nissen hut turned out to be Robin, who had taken the picture of the talapoin monkey that had brought me to Cameroon in the first place. She had discovered her calling here in  the rainforest of Cameroon after 29 years working for Gensler, one of the most prestigious design consultancies in New York. Robin had thrown up the schmoozing and the Manhattan condominium in order to volunteer at various wildlife sanctuaries, where her passion was looking after orphaned baby monkeys. The job could sometimes be heart-breaking, but this didn’t dent Robin’s commitment to these vulnerable, fragile creatures. And latterly, she’d discovered that not only could she rear these animals, she could also paint them.

Robin’s painting of Yoda (after a photograph by Ian Bickerstaff)

Robin started off by painting signs for the sanctuaries that she volunteered at, often working on hardboard and using house and roofing paint. Then one day, one of the sanctuary staff asked if she could ‘paint a monkey’. The rest is history.

Robin painting a sign at the Ape Action Africa sanctuary in Mefou, Cameroon (photo by Liliane Eberle)

Nowadays, she uses acrylic paints, which dry quickly and are non-toxic. Robin has no permanent home base, so she has to be able to work quickly wherever she is in the world. Her aim is to present the creatures that she loves, and their stories, to people who might not otherwise have thought about the issues of deforestation and bushmeat, animal research and the pet trade. She is a witness to the suffering and the spirit of these animals, and an advocate for them. When you look into the eyes of these monkeys, it’s impossible not to see them as individuals, with personalities and desires and fears. Her paintings stake a claim for their place in the world, and speak up for those who cannot be heard above the whine of chainsaws and the jingling of money.

Sunshine, Olive Baboon (Robin Huffman) (after a photo by Perrine DeVos)

Mowgli, vervet monkey

Diva, moustached guenon

Recently, Robin had a solo exhibition at the prestigious Explorers’ Club in New York, the first exhibition of paintings ever held by the organisation.

Robin with her painting of Keksie the vervet monkey at the Explorers’ Club exhibition. https://www.ecowatch.com/explorers-club-primate-paintings-2403325036.html Cassie Kelly

Ayla, vervet monkey

Robin normally paints her monkeys from life: she knows each one, and her love for them as individuals shines through her work. But there is one exception. Here is what she says about ‘Witness’.

‘I saw the photograph of this monkey on the Internet.  It is the newest species of monkey identified in Africa.  It was recorded in the Democratic Republic of the Congo by the bushmeat-fighting TL2 Project, headed up by Drs. Terese and John Hart.  This monkey, in the photograph, had a heavy chain around its neck and was being held prisoner as a village pet.  It may have eventually ended up in someone’s stew pot.  It wore its fate in its eyes.’

Every time one of these small souls dies, it is as if, somewhere, a star blinks out. But there are many people working to preserve the light. Robin is one of a growing army of warriors whose weapons are paintbrushes, and cameras and the written word. They are fighting for nothing less than the right of others to live their lives unmolested on this small blue planet.

Can a painting change the world? Let’s hope so.

‘Witness’ – Robin Huffman (after a photo by Maurice Emetshu)

For details of how to volunteer at or donate to Ape Action Africa, click here

For details of the Vervet Monkey Foundation, click here

You can see some more of Robin’s artwork here

 

 

More Babies!

Fledgling house sparrow

Dear Readers, overnight the Great Tit nestlings have fledged – I saw them briefly in the lilac this morning, but haven’t seen them or their parents since. I shall keep my eyes peeled, and send you a photo when I spot them. I’m actually relieved – a few nights ago I chased off a cat that had climbed up the hydrangea and was looking speculatively into the nest box. I’m not sure if s/he could get a paw in, but no one likes to see nestlings in peril. Then last night there was lots of fox noise, and I had to march down in my dressing gown to make sure that they weren’t trying to get into the nest (which they weren’t). The stress!

The absence of the Great Tits has  been more than compensated for by the appearance of lots of fledgling House Sparrows, who sit around looking hopeful as their devoted parents try to find them enough to eat.

The young starlings are still about, and there are several young squirrels as well…

But maybe the best news is that Abbie the foster cat came out for her food this morning – she not only miaowed in a demanding fashion but she also head-butted me for a stroke, so maybe I was overly pessimistic about how long it would take her to come round yesterday. Isn’t she a pretty girl?