Red In Tooth And Daw

It is that time of the year again when an attempt to vegetate in front of the television set may result in us being compelled to actually open the blinds and peer outside, maybe get out in the garden or, if we are truly touched by the adventurous spirit, get our boots on and  seek out the more scenic parts of our country.

To get involved with the outside world.

Yes, Springwatch is back on. This programme, and its sister programme Autumnwatch, is partly responsible for a public increase of interest in our indigenous wildlife. We have also recently had a shorter-run Winterwatch, with a promised Summerwatch too this year. So that covers just about everything then.

We are nine episodes in, with live cameras and twenty four hour web cams set up in a variety of locations around the British Isles to document many different species of our wildlife, showing how they have faired through the winter months and the struggle they face to breed and survive among a changing world and predation.

We have been treated to, among many others, ospreys and otters, finches and foxes, warblers and weasels, dippers and dolphins, buzzards and bees. We have marvelled at feats of endurance and display, persistence and guile.

And among all this impressive footage, who do you reckon have been the villains of the piece?

That’s right, the jackdaws.

There is a bird box set up in a barn, and two jackdaws have nested there, raising two chicks. The parents are doing a masterful job of mucking in and spreading the load. No single parent or free loader in this set-up.

The problem is when the two parents are off foraging for food. In their absence, two other adult jackdaws have been entering the nest box and going about the process of systematically attacking the defenceless chicks. Time after time, day after day, they have come in and merciless pecked at the two cawing chicks, as they huddle together in the corner trying to find some kind of protection. It only ceases when one or both parents return to eject the invaders from the box. The problem is that they need to go and find food for the young ones, and as soon as they do the deadly duo come back in and the whole sickening spectacle begins again.

Over and over.

Viewers throughout the country have been horrified, dropping their digestives into their cups of tea as they reach for their phones to tweet their disgust

The theory given is that these two intruders are lower down the..ahem..pecking order in the jackdaw hierarchy, and want the nest box for themselves to breed in. They have even been bringing in nesting material of their own. Talk about cheek.

The one thing going for the chicks is their size. They are close to fledgling. If they had been younger it would all have been over with by now. And they are beginning to fight back themselves. Like bullied kids the world over, they have their tipping point.

I know that wild life is just that-wild life. Red in tooth and claw. I mean we have recently seen a young meadow pipit taken by a grass snake as the rest scatter from the nest in a desperate attempt at survival. But at least that was quick. The young jackdaws are being subjected to constant, prolonged attacks.

Having a front row seat to witness this violent drama has caused me to  feel a little uncomfortable about the title of my blog. Do I really want it associated with such, well, animalistic thuggery?

And what would I change it to? What if I kept it along the wildlife line, but chose something nice, inoffensive, cute even?

What about a rabbit? Everybody loves rabbits. Rabbits are lovable. Cute? Check. Fluffy? Check. Not psychotic? Check.

Right then, I will have a blog name incorporating the word rabbit and something else, something that would not cause me to waiver after watching a single episode of Springwatch or Watership Down.

But before I could make that connection, a memory came to me. My Dad, saying very casually to my Mum:

“Rabbits sometimes mate with rats in the wild.”

I can’t for the life of me remember the context of that conversation, and I am convinced he was pulling her leg. But my Mum never ate rabbit again.

Now I have another vision. The horrific sight of those attacks on the poor, defenceless chicks has now been replaced by another, unwholesome image.

Rabbits mating with rats.

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That’s it. I’m sticking with jackdaws.

6 thoughts on “Red In Tooth And Daw

  1. Red in tooth and claw is so apt – that’s the colour of nature. At least with wildlife it’s instinctive – the worst thing you could do is give your blog a human title – we humans do things with fore- thought and often sheer vindictiveness. I love jackdaws, ever since reading the poem The Jackdaw of Rhiems as a teenager – please leave him where he is – looking magnificent on your header !

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    • Ah yes-Jem Crow.
      You are right-there is no more savage animal than man. Red in tooth and claw AND thought.
      I shall leave old Jackdaw perched over my blog for you.
      Thank you.

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      • Much appreciated – the very first piece of taxidermy that i did was a jackdaw and getting intimate with him and “bringing him back to life” has given me a real soft spot for the little fellas……/Users/Karen/Pictures/iPhoto Library/Previews/2013/06/13/20130613-071004/Zn3wbGLeTiiU2H33k7ZIpA/IMG_3077.jpg

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  2. I’m still thinking about those poor jackdaw chicks. That’s the hazard of some nature films. I couldn’t work on those shows. I would be too tempted to help in some way, and thus would be interfering.

    And you’ve given me something else to think about: rabbits mating with rats. Which of course implies that rats have grown to a size that . . . well a size I wouldn’t want to see. My older brother used to be a nightwatchman while an undergrad. He used to regale us with stories of rats in warehouses. Ewwwww.

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    • I remember when first ‘meeting’ you on here-being impressed that you brake for geese! Shows your compassion-towards-animals-nature. You recall my post a bit back about those jackdaws that had started nesting next door. Well a few times, making a racket, I saw two of them falling down to the floor fighting. The same kind of thing must have been going on there-right under my blogging, inquisitive nose. Now I know.
      As for rats-stay tuned for a future blog I’ve not got around to writing yet, ‘Infestation.’ Sounds ominous I know 🙂

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