The End of Sciencing? Not a Chance!

Dear Readers, it’s been less than 24 hours since I finished my exam, and already I have signed up for my module for next year – it looks as it it will be seriously science-y (as opposed to ‘multidisciplinary’) so I am getting in the swing of it by doing a bit of citizen science this weekend. Yay!

The Natural History Museum, in collaboration with Natural England and several other bodies, is doing research into the biodiversity in urban ponds in London, Bristol, Cambridge, Plymouth, Manchester and Newcastle, and they’ve offered anyone with a pond, however small, in those cities to contribute to a survey that they’re running. The project is now closed for this year, but my pack arrived last week, and it’s very full of syringes and sampling bags and various ways to check pH, water ‘hardness’, nitrate content and phosphorous content. Most excitingly, though, the water that I sample will be tested for eDNA.

A pond skater approaching a water snail in a rather menacing fashion.

eDNA (otherwise known as environmental DNA) is the genetic material found in water, soil, or the air. It includes the DNA from bacteria and other microorganisms, but also trace DNA from larger animals that live in, or visit, the pond. When the water sample is analysed and combined with results from other London ponds, it should give an overall idea of what’s living in the capital. It will be interesting to see how London ponds compare with those in other regions, and I’m hoping that they might also look at things like the overall communities of organisms in a pond.

The great thing about eDNA is that it can find tiny organisms, ones that are difficult to identify (especially when two species look very similar) and, even if the organism isn’t present when the sample is done it will indicate that it was present at some point. In this way it’s a bit like a scent lingering after the cause of it has gone, and gives us a picture of the pond inhabitants over time.

Smooth newt in the pond!

The Natural History Museum will also freeze some of the samples, for analysis in the future – in this way we can compare ponds over time, to see the ebb and flow of species.

Garden ponds have become vitally important sources of biodiversity, especially as so many country ponds have disappeared or degraded, and as many gardens have been turned into patios or car parking spaces. I won’t get the results of my sampling back until spring 2025, but I am really looking forward to taking part. Hopefully neither my husband nor I will end up falling into the pond, but if we do it will all add to the comedy value. I’ll keep you posted.

Well, That’s That

New Zealand’s Tree of the Year – The Walking Tree (from https://www.treeoftheyear.co.nz/) Photo by Gareth Edwards

Well Readers, we’re all done for another year – notebooks are put away, textbooks are stowed, the scientific calculator is in a drawer, and my mind maps are on the shelf, becoming less and less understandable with every passing hour. However I could have tightened up my essay conclusion or  found a more apposite example for my discussion, it’s too blooming late now! It was a very fair exam, with nothing that we couldn’t have anticipated, and it will give everyone a chance to shine rather than trying to catch them out. I think I’ve done ok, but how well is now entirely up to the examiner, so I shall forget about it until mid July when the results are out. And I’ve already signed up for my very science-y biology module for next year. I’m four years through the six year study period – how did that happen? And it’s fair to say that I’ve enjoyed pretty much every moment.

And so, I turn my attention to my latest passion, this remarkable tree that has just won New Zealand’s Tree of the Year 2024. Look at it strutting about ent-fashion, and wearing high-heels to boot. It’s an arboreal supermodel, for sure.

The Walking Tree is a northern rātā (Metrosideros robusta). What a cheeky tree it is! It starts life as an epiphyte, high up in the branches of a mature tree. Then it sends roots down to the ground, and over centuries it forms a shell around the original tree, with the roots forming a kind of pseudotrunk (or two, in the case of the walking tree). The rātā has been  described as a ‘strangler’, but it appears to favour mainly trees that are already in decline. This is a patient plant that can live for up to a thousand years.

A less eccentric ‘walking tree’ (Photo By Callum O’Hagan – originally posted to Flickr as Kaitoke Tree, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4178957)

The main enemy of the northern rātā is the common brushtail possum which, though adorable, is not native to New Zealand, and eats the leaves, shoots and buds of the tree.

Common brushtail possum (Photo By JJ Harrison (https://www.jjharrison.com.au/) – Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5992634)

At any rate, the Walking Tree is a very fine tree indeed, and a most deserved winner of New Zealand’s Tree of the Year. I wonder if someone will turn it into a children’s book? It looks as if it’s already two-thirds of the way to becoming a character.

By The Time You Read This…

…my exam will be open on the Open University website though as this page goes live at 5 a.m. in the UK I’m pretty sure I won’t have started it yet! This year I’m studying Environmental Science (I’m combining it with Biology in an Open degree), and my exam is 40% data analysis (which will hopefully be a cinch, as I love that stuff) and 60% an essay, choosing one question from three. Now, I know I do a lot of writing, but coming up with 1500 words can be tricky – I’ve loved the module, but there are so many concepts/theories/paradigms etc that choosing the right ones, and making a coherent argument, will be the challenge.

Last year, I had two exams of three hours each – once you opened the exam paper you had 180 minutes to get everything done, plus an hour’s grace for uploading everything in case of technical problems. This year, the paper is meant to be doable in 3 hours, but we actually have 24 hours to submit it. I find that a little bit the worst of both worlds – I don’t really want the blooming thing hanging over me until 23.59 tomorrow night, but equally I don’t want to submit substandard work. And it’s open book. Really, it’s all about putting a coherent argument/discussion together, covering as many of the elements of the course as are strictly relevant, and illustrating it with some lovely examples. Simple!

Still, I wouldn’t want it all to be easy, because then what’s the point? If I’m not scratching my head and feeling my brain getting bigger, I might as well not bother. It does occur to me, though, how much we undervalue the things that come easily to us (as I have done with the data analysis bit of the paper). Sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating the joy of doing something well that is entirely within our comfort zone, be it knitting a jumper, or making a cake, or being a good partner or a good friend. And it’s also about recognising that things that seem easy often aren’t. On the subject of which, I love this. See what you think.

The Exam
BY JOYCE SUTPHEN

It is mid-October. The trees are in
their autumnal glory (red, yellow-green,

orange) outside the classroom where students
take the mid-term, sniffling softly as if

identifying lines from Blake or Keats
was such sweet sorrow, summoned up in words

they never saw before. I am thinking
of my parents, of the six decades they’ve

been together, of the thirty thousand
meals they’ve eaten in the kitchen, of the

more than twenty thousand nights they’ve slept
under the same roof. I am wondering

who could have fashioned the test that would have
predicted this success? Who could have known?

Wednesday Weed – Cabbage Palm Revisited

Dear Readers, every year I look forward to the flowering of this Cabbage Palm on the County Roads here in East Finchley. On a calm, sunny day, I can smell its sweet scent from my office window, but today, sadly, it’s spitting with rain and there is not a whiff to be had. Normally it’s also covered with bees, but any self-respecting bee is, I hope, in bed with a good book.

I first wrote about this plant several years ago, in 2019. I still find this New Zealand native astonishing, both for its hardiness and for the wide range of uses to which it has been put. Have a read below.

Cabbage Palm (Cordyline australis)

Dear Readers, the cabbage palm is a plant that I have always been a little snooty about. For much of the year it just stands there, with its big leathery leaves, and looks rather out of place. But this year, this one in the County Roads of East Finchley has burst forth with three huge inflorescences. I stood there with my camera, breathing in the sweet scent and watching dozens of honeybees flying about, and realised that I had been completely wrong. This is a very fine tree indeed.

The cabbage palm is endemic to New Zealand, where the largest known tree is estimated to be over 400 years old, and has a height of 56 feet and a circumference of 30 feet. The fruit that follows the flowers is the favourite food of the New Zealand pigeon or kereru (Hemiphaga novaeseelandiae), who is also endemic. I am fascinated by New Zealand and its unique wildlife, and I think that I shall have to visit at some point!

Photo One by By Duncan - originally posted to Flickr as Kereru, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7903580

New Zealand Pigeon/Kereru (Hemiphaga novaseelandiae) (Photo One)

The flowers are eaten by the kakariki or New Zealand parakeet, a very attractive small parrot. I wonder if our ring-necked parakeets will start to recognise the plant as a source of food? They have certainly already developed a taste for spring blossom.

Photo Two by By Duncan Wright - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3020473

Karakiri (Red-crowned parakeet)(Cyanophorus novaezelandiae) eating cabbage palm blossom (Photo Two)

Cabbage palms grow in a variety of habitats in their native country, with different varieties occupying different niches. However, young plants are not frost-hardy (which means that it is limited as to altitude) and need open spaces to thrive – they will not survive if they are overtopped by other plants. The seedlings need a lot of water, and so the plant is not found on steep hills or among sand dunes unless there is underground water. The cabbage palm also needs fertile soil, and when European settlers first arrived in New Zealand they would use the presence of cabbage palms to indicate where to set up their farms and homesteads. This is probably why the ‘jungles of cabbage trees’ described by those settlers no longer exist – these days, cabbage palms are much more likely to be individual trees.

The nectar from the cabbage palm has compounds that make it attractive to moths as well as to bees, and I have seen our local tree surrounded by fluttery figures on a warm night. Bees use the nectar to stoke their developing hives, Each stalk on a cabbage palm bears a flower on alternate years, so there tends to be a heavy flowering every other year, and a bumper crop every three to five years. I suspect that this is a bumper year. One inflorescence can carry up to 40,000 seeds which are rich in linoleic acid (an important compound in the egg-laying of birds). Given that young plants need open space to grow well, it’s no wonder that the plant has developed to have its seeds transported away by the New Zealand pigeon, who will hopefully deposit it a good long way away from its parent (with a handy parcel of fertiliser to boot).

Much as the oak tree is a ‘mother tree’ to many British species, and constitutes a whole ecosystem in itself, so the cabbage palm is home to a whole variety of other species. Epiphytes such as orchids, ferns such as our old friend the Asplenium  and a whole fieldguide full of lichens and liverworts live on the plant.

The gold-striped gecko (Woodworthia chrysosiretica) scuttles over the bark, and New Zealand bellbirds nest under the leaves

Photo Three by By Sid Mosdell from New Zealand - Bellbird, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21871769

New Zealand Bellbird (Anthornis melanura) (Photo Three)

Long-tailed bats roost in the hollow branches.

Photo Four from https://www.doc.govt.nz/nature/native-animals/bats-pekapeka/long-tailed-bat/

Long-tailed bat (Chalinolobus tuberculatus) (Photo Four)

In winter the leaves are an excellent hiding-place for the weta, a giant flightless cricket and one of the largest insects in the world.

Photo Five by By Mary Morgan-Richards - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70677446

Cook Strait Giant Weta (Deinacrida rugosa) (Photo Five)

There are nine species of insects who are only found on the cabbage palm in New Zealand, including the cabbage tree moth (Epiphryne verriculata) which eats nothing else. The adult is camouflaged so that it can hide on the dead leaves of the plant. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a stripey moth.

Photo Six by By Dan Kluza - https://www.flickr.com/photos/72744226@N00/5398604491, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=65837571

Cabbage tree moth (Photo Six)

As you might expect from a plant that has been so utterly entwined with the other inhabitants of New Zealand, the Maori people have a long relationship with the cabbage palm. The stems and rhizomes are rich in natural sugars, and were steamed in earth ovens to provide a sweet substance called kauru that was used to sweeten other foods. It was easily stored for long periods, and is said to taste like molasses.

The cabbage palm groves attracted thousands of pigeons, and the Maori would trap and eat these birds – they were often so fat that they couldn’t fly.

The fibre from the leaves was incredibly tough, and especially resilient in seawater, being used to make anchor ropes and swings. They were also used to make protective trousers for when people were travelling in the high country of the South Island, home to the prickly spear grasses.

Medicinally, different parts of the plant were used for everything from diarrhoea to colic.

Children using a swing made from Cordyline fibre (Public Domain)

Although the cabbage palm rarely sets seed in the UK, individual plants do often seem to appear in the ‘wild’ – the plant is the fifteenth commonest ‘alien’ plant in London according to Stace and Crawley’s book ‘Alien Plants’. In the Isles of Scilly, the cabbage palm is used as a shelter for the bulb fields, and it is generally a plant of the milder south west of England, where it is sometimes known as the ‘Torquay Palm’. I see that there has recently been a thinning out of the various ‘palm’ trees of Torquay by the local council, with a concomitant furore. Let’s hope that all is well by the start of the summer season.

There are also cabbage palms on the west coast of Ireland, a similarly mild spot.

A cabbage palm in a front garden in Torquay

In its native land, the cabbage palm has been threatened by a variety of pests and diseases. In 1987, populations of the plant sickened and died, often within a year of the first symptoms being noticed. Sudden Decline was eventually found to have been caused by a bacterium transmitted by a non-native sapsucking insect, the passion vine hopper, and there is some hope that the disease is lessening. However, individual cabbage palms are sometimes victims of what has been named ‘Rural Decline’. When the forests of the plant were originally cleared, individual specimens were left as shelter for livestock. Unfortunately, said livestock ate the seedlings and rubbed against the bark, eventually damaging the tree beyond hope of survival. Rabbits, possums and even horses also have a liking for the sweet stems and fruit. The cabbage palm’s richness as a source for other organisms seems to be hastening its demise in New Zealand, though the population is still at a healthy level at the moment.

Furthermore, the cabbage palm is very widely cultivated, both as a pot plant and as ‘bedding’ in many council flowerbeds. It is strange to think that this most individual of plants, so firmly embedded in the country from which it comes, is pretty much unremarked. I am looking at the cabbage palm with much more respect these days. What a very fine plant it is!

Photo Credits

Photo One by By Duncan – originally posted to Flickr as Kereru, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7903580

Photo Two by By Duncan Wright – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3020473

Photo Three by By Sid Mosdell from New Zealand – Bellbird, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21871769

Photo Four from https://www.doc.govt.nz/nature/native-animals/bats-pekapeka/long-tailed-bat/

Photo Five by By Mary Morgan-Richards – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70677446

Photo Six by By Dan Kluza – https://www.flickr.com/photos/72744226@N00/5398604491, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=65837571

 

A Bit of Good News

Long-wattled Umbrella bird (Cephalopterus penduliger) Photo By Hectonichus – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22003026 

Dear Readers, Ecuador is a very interesting country from a conservation point of view. Although the agricultural sector has been involved in decimating vast areas of rainforest, some of the poorest farmers are now realising that the forests, and in particular the birds that live in them, may have a greater value than the scratch-living that they might be able to achieve through cutting the trees down.

Ecuador has 1600 species of bird, more than the whole of Europe combined. I spent a very short period of time in the rainforest close to Quito many years ago, and I was stunned by the sheer variety of hummingbirds. There are many other fascinating species too – diminutive ant pittas (not an invertebrate-filled flatbread, in case you were about to ask), the bright orange cock-of-the-rock, and the enigmatic and  rare umbrella bird (pictured above). Birdwatchers flood to Ecuador to see them, and the locals are providing lodges, turning their farms into reserves, replanting trees and often finding themselves fascinated by the bird life that they were previously too busy trying to survive to appreciate. It’s a real win-win situation – the money from tourists can go directly to some of the poorest people in South America, and the tourists can see and photograph birds that we can only dream about here in the UK.

Andean Cock-of-the-rock (Photo By Devin Morris – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=110542923)

Chestnut-naped Antpitta (Photo By Charles J. Sharp – Own work, from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography.co.uk, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=136415915)

The Andean Emerald Hummingbird is endemic to one tiny corner of Ecuador, and can be found on the Mashpi Amagusa reserve. It’s worth clicking through to read the story of just one of the many reserves that are springing up.

Andean Emerald Hummingbird (Photo By Michael Woodruff from Spokane, Washington, USA – Andean Emerald, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5185236 )

The Rose-faced parrot is another Ecuadorian endemic that can be found in the reserves.

Rose-faced parrot (Photo By Bärbel Miemietz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=121265417)

There have been government-run schemes to encourage subsistence farmers to preserve their rainforest, but it was somewhat hampered by paperwork and red tape. Instead, the ever-entrepreneurial farmers have been cutting out the middleman, clubbing together to find enough money to develop facilities for birdwatchers without destroying the very thing that they’ve come to see – the forest, and the birds that live there. Sounds like an encouraging win-win to me.

You can read the whole story (by Stephen Moss) here.

Beryl-spangled tanager (Photo By Charles J. Sharp – Own work, from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography.co.uk, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=137150897)

 

 

Local Shenanigans

Dear Readers, East Finchley Festival is happening on 23rd June, and for the first time in ages the community group that I belong to, Friends of Coldfall Wood and Muswell Hill Playing Fields, is taking a stall. But what to do? We have lots of exciting ideas, but I am planning to do a plant identification quiz on these two window boxes, which feature meadow plants for clay soil – this is what we’ve planted in the meadow on Muswell Hill Playing Fields. We’re also planning to raffle the mini-meadows to raise funds so that we can do more walks, and activities.

To be honest for an introvert like me, being at a huge community event  can feel a bit overwhelming, but I’m looking forward to the chance to meet and chat with people, and to hang out with other nature-inspired folk. This is the Festival’s 50th Anniversary, so fingers crossed for dry weather!

And in other news, I was planting up the mini-meadows when I heard the magpies going absolutely berserk.

They’re at that stage when the nestlings are just about to leave the nest, so they’re on very high alert, and one of the things that they hate most is a cat, however innocent. So I went to see what was going on, and found this little beauty, though when I saw her/him they were perched precipitously  above my garden side-gate, which means that they were a good ten feet off the floor. It didn’t stop the cat from doing that funny rattling call that they do when they see a bird, but I think that a magpie is a bit big for a light snack.

Still, this one has obviously not forgotten its wild origins. S/he stalked off after a few minutes, as if to indicate that the magpie hadn’t actually scared the bejassus out of them, and everything was absolutely cool. Off s/he went, tail in the air, to torment some other feathered creature. Or to find a sunny spot to doze in, which ever is easier.

June Already!

Dear Readers, how can it be June already? I used to laugh at my poor old Mum when she said that the days go more quickly as you get older, but she was absolutely right. Sorry Mum. But now that it’s June, why do I still have the heating on, albeit occasionally, and why am I still wearing my bedsocks? The time is out of joint, for sure.

I am about two-thirds of the way through my revision, and have just whooshed through my block on the carbon cycle. There’s a module on geoengineering – goodness, all the wacky ideas that people have had, from seeding the oceans to artificial trees to sticking a reflector up at Lagrange Point 1 to catch some of the solar radiation. We could definitely plant more trees, but on the other hand I rather think we should try to preserve the venerable giants that we have.

Just a few more days and I’ll be done, and the rest of the summer will spread out before me (though I do notice that June is looking particularly busy, what with all the friends I haven’t met for a few weeks and the East Finchley Festival (where Friends of Coldfall Wood (aka me and five other devoted wood-lovers) will be raffling off a couple of mini-meadows with any luck)). There are rather too many nested brackets in that sentence, but tbh my head is too full of the history of OPEC and the sustainable  endeavours of the community of Eigg to sort it out at the moment.

Anyhow, here’s something for a little peace and harmony, and also for my dear friend A, who suffered a loss this week. I know that she loves Edward Thomas, as do I, so here is Adlestrop. Can’t you just feel the quiet of the train station, the heat of the day, and the hear the birds singing?

Adlestrop, by Edward Thomas

Yes, I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

 

Water, Water Everywhere…

The River Frome in Dorchester

Dear Readers, I am powering on with my revision, and I now have numerous mind-maps that are becoming more and more complicated as I think of new connections and new colours and new linkages. I feel as if I’m making good progress, but I’ve also discovered that, unlike days of yore when I could study for hours, two hours at a time is about my limit. Still, I’m sure that two concentrated hours is better than four hours of ‘messing about’ (technical term) so hopefully it will be enough.

Currently I’m revising the block of the course that dealt with water, with all its many complications. For one thing, water has that annoying habit of moving, so who owns it is often contentious, even more so when it’s the Nile or the Danube and moves through many countries on its way to the sea. Then there’s the historical context to consider – when the British were in charge of Egypt, for example, they forbade any of the other countries along the route to take any water from the Nile, even though the Blue Nile arises as far away as Ethiopia. Then there are people damming rivers and diverting them and polluting them and overfishing them. And then there’s the whole issue of sanitation, which is intrinsically linked to water supply and pollution and health.

No wonder two hours concentrated study is enough, though it’s fascinating stuff. And there’s so much I didn’t know. Sanitation is actually a bigger problem than water supply, because lots of people are prepared to donate for a water pump, but not so many are happy to put their names to a compostable toilet. And so, girls in many developing countries have to risk being raped when they have to go out into the countryside at night to spend a penny. Environmental issues are so often complicated, interrelated and subject to cultural and social factors.

I have really loved this course, with its interdisciplinary focus and wide range of things to think about. But from October it will be back to hard science. I am loving the variety of this Open degree. Two more years to go! And then what? I can’t imagine not studying something. Let’s see where we get to.

The Clock is Ticking….

Newly-fledged long-tailed tits in St Pancras and Islington Cemetery

Dear Readers, I have the final exam for my Open University course on Thursday 6th June, so I will be making some very short posts between then and now. I did think about having a break, but actually it does me good to have something to think about that isn’t negative externalities or the intrinsic value of nature. The course this year has been a bit less science-y and a bit more about economics/politics/sociology etc etc, so it’s been stimulating and so far I’ve done pretty well with my assignments. However,  I must admit that I’m itching to get back to some complicated microbiology and possibly some more multicoloured dough balls to see which colour my magpie friends prefer.

 

Come October, I’ll be two-thirds of the way through the course. I started it in the middle of the pandemic, as something to distract me from being locked-down and grieving for Dad, but I have loved it. Aged 18 I decided to pursue the arts rather than the sciences, because the school timetable couldn’t cope with someone who would like to study both. Aged 60, I decided that if I ever wanted to be a ‘mad scientist’, I needed to get stuck in. It’s never too late to challenge the brain, even if it might be a bit late to actually make science my career seeings as I’ve retired. But there is such an elegance and precision to science, in marked contrast to the delightful messiness of the creative arts. I find it helps to balance my life in a most unexpected way.

And here is a poem! This is by a poet that I’d never read before, Albert Goldbarth. I rather love this. See what you think.

The Sciences Sing a Lullabye

Albert Goldbarth
1948 –

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
and
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

 

Leaf and Bud Eelworm – a Nefarious Nematode

My poor buddleia leaves….

Dear Readers, my poor benighted Buddleia plants (two wild-type monsters in the front garden) have both been afflicted with leaf and bud eelworm. One of my readers suggested that this was what was causing the strange variegated appearance of the leaves last year, and it’s taken me until now to follow up. Dear oh dear. 

Eelworms are actually microscopic nematode worms. We hear a lot about these invertebrates in connection with garden bio-control these days, but they can also be parasites. These extraordinary little creatures have colonised every habitat on earth, from the deep seas  (where they comprise 90 percent of all the organisms found) to the poles. We have no idea how many species there are, with estimates varying from 25,000 to over a million. Suffice it to say that wherever you go there are probably thousands, if not millions, of nematodes, mostly minding their own business but sometimes turning up as parasites of plants or animals, including us.

The Buddleja National Collection website (I have no idea whether it’s Buddleia or Buddleja, but let’s not call the whole thing off just yet) suggests that the critters in my leaves are Aphelenchoides ritzemabosi, and there might be another species in the bud, A. fragariae. Here is a photo of the former.

In the spring, adult worms swim up the stem of a plant – they can only do this if there is high humidity. Well, I don’t know about where you live, but here in East Finchley we’ve had more precipitation this year than in any year I can remember, so no wonder the buddleia is looking shoddy. Once they reach a leaf, the tiny animals enter the leaf via one of the stomata (the breathing pores of the plant) and happily set about eating the leaf, laying eggs and generally having a good time. At the end of the season the worms go into a quiescent state and remain in the dead leaf after it falls, waiting for another lovely damp spring so that they can launch themselves into action again.

One way to detect eelworms is said to be to take some affected leaves, tear them into tiny pieces and leave them in a glass of water, at which the worms may abandon ship and be visible at the bottom of the glass. I’ve done this with a few leaves, so I’ll let you know if I manage to spot anything.

During a warm spell, the entire life cycle of the leaf and bud eelworm can be completed in ten days, which gives you some idea of why they might proliferate so easily and quickly. Furthermore, they attack a whole range of plants, including strawberries, chrysanthemums, anemones, creeping bellflower, rhododendrons and about thirty other species. The RHS suggests that you burn all affected leaves and buds. Well, at this point that would involve setting fire to my entire shrub. However, I think there’s hope. I have been noticing a lot of blue tits and sparrows in both of the buddleia just lately. They might be eating the aphids and ants, of which there are also quite a few, but they do seem to be pecking at the discoloured areas of leaf. Do they sense that there’s a bit of protein in there, I wonder? The birds have been spotted pecking at the leaves of horse chestnut that are scarred by leaf miner moth too, so maybe they’re gradually recognising a new food source. Fingers crossed, because spraying for this particular nematode would do no good at all (not that I’d ever do such a thing).

So, hopefully the buddleia will be resilient enough to cope with yet another pest. It’s no fun being a street shrub in a relentlessly urban area, with climate change messing up the seasons and pollution adding to the stress. I always think it’s a miracle that things do as well as they do.