Not too late the phalarope

We got back waaaay past my bedtime from the CCEN - Wetlands film night. Having bugged out before the Q&A finished because one of the panel took three whole minutes . to . say . that . was . his .  last . point. As we left, another handful of politer folks fled in our wake. But I was awake and full of porridge the following morning for a 09:30 Teagasc ConnectEd webinar about integrating wetlands into viable Irish agriculture. I did not feel obliged to watch the screen wet to the knees or dripping frogspawn onto the sofa. The guest speaker was Owen Murphy who is senior project manager with Breeding Waders European Innovation Partnership EIP. A €25 million, 5 year nationwide project, monied by the EU through National Parks and Wildlife Service NPWS and the Department of Agriculture, Food and the Marine DAFM 

Their aim is to "secure existing Breeding Wader populations and support population recovery through landscape management and policy development". Given that the talk was hosted by the Ag advisory service and expecting an audience of farmers, this was the key thread thpugh the slides. Although Murphy's love of birds, especially the birds of the Shannon callows of his youth, lit up his face as he ran through his show-and-tell. I'm guessing he'd get a more receptive audience from Birdwatch Ireland than farmers whose bird-knowledge might not run to species by GISS. 

• Dramatis personnae
• curlew crotach Numenius arqata
• lapwing pilibín Vanellus vanellus
• redshank codeargán Tringa totanus
• sandpiper goba dán Actitis hypoleucos
• oystercatcher roilleach Haematopus ostralegus
• dunlin breacóg Calidris alpina
• golden plover feadóg bhuí Pluvialis apricaria
• ringed plover feadóg chladaigh Charadrius hiaticula 
• snipe naocach Gallinago gallinago
• phalarope falaróp gobchaoi Phalaropus lobatus

But take a holistic view. Making things easier / safer for lapwing ups the quality of life of other co-nesting wader species. Not least because lapwing are fiesty and will see off a magpie. And changing the drainage landscape or the mowing regime for dunlin will benefit grasses other than perennial ryegrass as well as orchids, butterflies, earthworms and the microbiome which underpins the whole teetering tower of diversity

What I liked A Lot About the Breeding Waders Project was its pragmatic acknowledgment of where we are now, 50 years after many Irish bird species started taking a nose dive as a consequence of changed, changed utterly, agricultural practice. Even as late as 1966, most livestock farmers were hoping to win the hay in  late June, weeks after most of the ground-nesting birds had hatched, fed and fledged their young. And although scything a hay-field was a thing of the past, puttering round the field reaping with MF 135 tractor gave lingering adults a fighting chance of escaping the blades. Although the coming of silage and wrapping cut grass in plastic rather than hoping for 3-4 days of sunshine between June and September did not automatically change the timing - but it did open the possibility of cutting earlier and maybe twice. Even if you cut early only some years, the cumulative effect has been catastrophic for birds and hares.

How pragmatic? Saving the corncrake Crex crex in Wexford Leinster -that bus has gone in our current timeline. But this distinctive creature is hanging on by its toenails in Donegal and so money, time and resources directed thither won't be an obvious bust. Same for your favorite species of wader: look at the distribution data through time and space and make evidence-based decisions about who shall be saved. How realistic? One sub-project is training 'nest protection agents': IF each NPA is given 2,000 ha., some night-vision bins and a .22 rifle THEN they have a chance to tilt the balance away from mink Mustela neovison; fox Vulpes vulpes; hoodies Corvus cornix; magpies Pica pica; in favour of ground nesting waders. Allocate 1 NPA to 4,000 ha and you're at nothing.

Another intervention is headstarting. Dunlin Calidris alpina are globally abundant, if declining, but down to 30 breeding pairs in Ireland. In normal times, they live ~5 years and have a typical clutch of ~4 eggs. At steady state, 18 of these 20 possibles are destined to die with 2 surviving to replace the parents. Stochastic blips or one terrible wet Spring could call time on the species on this island. Headstarting is a cunning plan: take a tuthree clutches of eggs from somewhere marginal, whisk them off to Fota Wildlife Park, hatch and fledge them in a mink-free zone then reintroduce the young adults to a super-favorable habitat where they might double the dunlin audience.

But here's the thing: if you incentivize bird-favoring Ag practice at so much per hectare it may become a minimal engagement box-ticking [✓] exercise. Thus to get the wader subsidy you may have to keep stocking density on the designated area to >1 livestock unit / ha. from March through May. But if The Man explains why these are the specs, the committed farmer might graze those fields hard up until March to freshen up and diversify the sward for breeding season: making the environment richer and safer for the chicks. Payback: the birds convert insect protein into 'free' nitrogen-rich guano!

The book Too Late the Phalarope is a tragedy from apartheid South Africa written by Alan Paton. Let us hope it's not Not too late the phalarope on the callows and marshes of Ireland. 

Wetlands

Back when still part of the Ascendancy, I and others were at Morning Coffee [tea optional] in my department in Trinity College Dublin. My HoD, a leading light in the Protestant mafia started on about turning Achill Island, Co Mayo into a Jurassic wildlife park "re-introduce wolves Canis lupus and bears Ursos arctos - giant Irish deer Megaloceros giganteus were a hoof too far because they were all dead. "and what" someone asked, "would the plain people of Achill have to say about that?" Which put a stop to this fantastist's gallop.

We levered our arses off the sofa on Thursday night for film night in Visual Carlow. It was hosted by CCEN County Carlow Environmental Network and featured a very mixed bag of shorts about Wetlands - with a Q&A afterwards. The tickets were "Free" but there are significant opportunity costs [and petrol] to take 4 hours out of a winter evening to make a 90km round trip. The last 10m film was about the Drummin Bog Project DBP [prev] with local national school youngsters singing a song about bog myrtle and fraugháns. 

At the Q&A, one of the leaders of the DBP ruefully admitted that, 7 years in, it was only blow-ins, artists and poets who came for the open days of bog restoration. Local farmers, supposed beneficiaries of slowing water down in its rush from rain-sodden hills to the sea via the River Barrow, carry on regardless. Another Q&A contributor from the floor described a woeful breakdown in comms between management and inhabitants in Ballycroy Co Mayo where the National Parks and Wildlife Service NPWS have designated 150 sq.km as Páirc Náisiúnta Néifinne Fiáine Wild Nephin National Park [R as mapped - yours for €11 - by the redoubtable yomping cartographer Barry Dalby].  A vengeful Queen Medb (or person or persons unknown) set Nephin on fire last April destroying walkways and other access infra-structure. That's my second-hand take on what went down in Nephin. RTE prefers the passive tense [gorse started burning . . . "Public urged to act 'responsibly' after Mayo gorse fires"] rather than finger-pointing. 

If I was really local, rather than a blow-in 30 years a-squatting, one of my neighbours would have told me who fired our mountain last year. But the chances are good that such a finger would have pointed at The Wrong Neighbour, so I am happier not to know. My neighbours are just folk: some kind and some with blunted empathy and some damaged beyond repair.

I don't know any of the details but it's reading like Nephin was conceived over coffee in Dublin rather than in the pubs of Ballycroy. And not half enough of the budget was allocated to bringing people on board. It's not enough to lurry out subsidies and financial incentives. Indeed paying people to do right by the curlews crotach Numenius arquata and plovers feadóg bhuí Pluvialis apricaria  may be a counter-productive perverse incentive. Like the Israeli creche parents - if you pay people it becomes transactional and gets minimal [✓] response. If you can, by tale and example, induce even a minority to love their hares Lepus timidus [prev] and tormentil Potentilla erecta you won't need to pay anyone.

Vegemite

For being a Good cockroach in a previous life, I was rewarded with teaching a lab section for the Food & Fermentation Microbiology [F&F] course in the Biosciences BSc, The Institute had a policy that no course should rest entirely in a single Lecturer's portfolio. otoh The Union resolutely and repeatably stomped on the idea that such cross-dressing would enable flexibility of delivery in case of, say, a medical emergency. So it was hard to see the benefit. But I was really happy with the assignment because I learned a lot. The Real Microbiologist, who did the formal lectures and carried the other two lab sections, had worked for Guinness in that capacity in both Europe and Africa. He had a particular affection for LABs - lactic acid bacteria - without which no silage, no kimchi, no cheese, no yoghurt and really terrible wine.

That course gave structure to my interest in food engineering which has been a running theme in The Blob while I was still working at The Institute. I was quick to snag a promising Food.Eng earbook from Borrowbox last week Vegemite The True Story of the Man Who Invented an Australian Icon written and read by Jamie Callister (2023). Borrowbox is owned by Bolinda, the Australian audio and large print book publisher. I get to read some Oz-niche books.

Jamie Callister is the grandson of Dr Cyril Callister (1893 -1949) an Australian chemist and food engineer who invented Vegemite in  the 1920s when supplies of Marmite [original and best] dwindled during and after WWI. Like soy sauce, Nattō, Surströmming, crubeens; Vegemite is an acquired taste. Dr Callister had spent much of WWI working in an enormous munitions factory at Gretna on the Scottish borrrder. A large part of his work was QC and process tech, to ensure that neither he nor any of the 16,000 other employees blew themselves to buggery through carelessness or system failure.

invented Vegemite was by no means a >!shazzam!< event. They had a target product in another edible non-meat black paste called Marmite. I know I was confused as a child between *mite and, say, Bovril which ultimately came from beef . . . and was a little more runny? Reducing a vat of beige spent yeast from brewing to something you could slather on toast . . . and eat, depended both on the initial product and the details of the process. A little more of this or a tad less of that and the result could be a sulphurous, curdled mess that not even the dogs would eat. Record keeping is key to reproducibility. And scaling up from test-tube and beaker to a car-sized vat is not obvious to all thinking people: surface-to-volume ratio is one aspect that needs to be calculated and thought about.

And after all the science, it took 15 years of marketing and long-game company belief before Vegemite was washing its face for the accountants. By which time another War was shipping thousands of ANZAC soldiers abroad.  One of those was Cyril's son, the author's Uncle Ian, who became a spitfire pilot and died in a tragic fog-of-war accident while taking off on a mission in New Guinea. He was only 21. The Wikipedia entry on this pity of war the pity war distilled looked a bit sparse "" Between 1919 and 1927 the Callisters had three children: Ian, Bill and Jean, who were "the original Vegemite kids". Drew is a great-great-grandson and loves his Vegemite. During World War II, Ian died"" so I added a Virtual War Memorial Australia link. I hope young Drew continues to get his Nine Words Of Fame for a while.

Turns out that Vegemite has achieved global hegemony is available in  Ireland, so we can do a custard: compare the product with Marmite. Celery surprised me.

Vegemite: Yeast Extract (from Yeast Grown on Barley and Wheat), Salt, Malt Extract (from Barley), Flavour Enhancer (Potassium Chloride), Colour (E 150c), Spice Extract (contains Celery), Niacin, Thiamin, Riboflavin, Folic Acid . €4.00 220g €18.18/kg. [no added cobalamin = vitamin B₁₂ because they tweaked the process to double the concentration in the final product]

Marmite: Yeast extract (contains BARLEY, WHEAT, OAT, RYE), salt, vegetable juice concentrate, vitamins (thiamin, riboflavin, niacin, vitamin B₁₂ and folic acid), natural flavouring (contains CELERY) €4.99 250g €19.96/kg 

PS next day: went for lunch with The Beloved at Mount Congreve and I asked what natural flavouring is added to both *mites? hint it's a vegetable. Celery she announced with the confidence of a vegetarian palate.

Blow out yer dead

Did I mention our polytunnel? I did 
For nearly 20 years, it has been central to our lives: drying laundry; growing beans, tomatoes, spinach; sawing, stacking and storing firewood; saving pot-plants from frost; eating lunch; entertaining children. No more than myself, the tunnel is a bit leaky in its old age, but is still much drier than outside.

And therein lies a problem: it never rains in the tunnel, so every drop of water has to be brought inside. I do as much of this hydraulic movement as possible by gravity or by siphon and the tunnel-faucet is the source of last resort. Usually [cw: Ireland!] the rain falls on the regular and when there is a ppt-pause we have 2½ tonnes of storage capacity to keep the plants alive. This winter, I've been working to bring water into the tunnel even if nothing much is growing - I think I'm storing most of the surplus deep in the soil - there being resistant to evaporation.

Crates and herring barrels, buckets and watering cans and Lots of 20mm pipe make up the infra-structure, which among other things stops the laundry getting covered by dust-storms. The Beloved emerged from hibernation in mid-Feb to put manners on veg-beds in anticipation of Spring sowing. She complained about A Smell emanating from either the once-pink storage crate or the watering cans. Mortified I was and went up to give the crate its annual scrub: (rain-water + sunlight = algal sludge). I then took the empty crate down to the nearest water supply - the 120lt herring barrels [in the middle distance R] - for a rinse. I filled the green watering can from one barrel and started to pour . . . but it blocked up after a few seconds. Sooo, as y'do, I put the spout to my lips and >!ptui!<. That was but a temporary fix and after three [3x] blow-back attempts I gave up on the watering can and sluiced out the crate with a bucket.

I then turned the watering can upside-down over the now empty bucket 
Q. to forensically investigate [cw: scientist!] what was causing the obstruction. 
A. A dead mouse, when long steeped in water, is soft enough && tough enough to exactly stopper the spout of a standard watering-can. I've been sucking and blowing on hoses and pipes [cw: siphon] all my life and have been 'surprised' often -- but killed = never.

How he lost Tuesday

Shortly after it was published, we were given a copy of "WONDERS: writings and drawings for the child in us all [1982]" eds Jonathan Cott and Mary Gimbel [prev]. It was a fat [600+pp] book with short works from a few dozen authors some, better known than others. Quality and appropriateness was patchy also, but the bits we liked we read and re-read until the poor book burst asunder. It's captured in the Internet Archive, if you can make that work for you. One of these favorite stories was How I Lost Tuesday by Evan S Connell. Connell died, in the fullness of his years, shortly after the Birth of the Blob but his words live on. 

The premise of HILT is that the narrator, as a grown up, decides to climb Longs Peak in Colorado; having summitted the mountain as a 12 y.o. kid. On the way up he encounters a teenager and they get into a race to the top without either saying "race you". They get to the top, the view is The Whole World, they have lunch, they hang out - more or less ignoring each other, then they yomp back downhill. Longs Peak is a 14er at 14, 256ft [although nobody starts from sea-level! - the car-park is at 9,400ft] and the hike from the car-park and back is ~30km. So it's a hard days hike. The narrator gets back to his hotel shagged out at 21:00hrs and falls into bed. When he wakes, he sees that it's lunchtime . . . but on ther wrong day. He's been asleep fro 39 hours. The End

Well imagine my feelings when my pal Tom from Colorado sent me a New Year card with this picture:

That's Tom [L] and his son Tommy [R] with a "helpful" 24px x 6px sign. Game On! Trained researcher me went full metal Sherlock with a magnifying glass and Wikipedia and deduced Quagmire . . . Quandary Peak 14,272' . Quandary is a few feet higher than Longs Peak but the topology is a bit easier but close enough [~100mi = 160km close]. Whatevs, I sent them my 3x jpgs version of How I lost Tuesday and Tom replied:

What a great story. This truly hits home because Long's Peak is the 14er I was originally going to hike with Tommy. We decided to start with one less difficult but it is still on our list to do, hopefully this summer. The main reason is that I feel it is taunting me. We look out our picture window to the beautiful mountain view of Long's Peak every day.:

The view from Ft Collins CO: Mt Meeker [L] Longs Peak [R]
 

Go on! Koan.

 Well, I dunno, which is better? - read a book about Pilgrimage . . . or up-stakes a go on Pilgrimage. My answer from July 2004 [R indicating The Way into the rising sun and across O Ponte do Burgo in Galicia]! I didn't intend to peregrinate, I just went for a walk with The Boy: and that only about 100km. Four days later, we rocked up to Santiago de Compostella . . . upon St James's Day. Big Party. Four days, even with Mass && a fiesta, is not enough for change to be wrought - except in the blister department. But two days later I plodded off to France on my own and arrived in that country 5½ weeks later & 12kg lighter. Something else happened along The Way: I became a Pilgrim. Or at least I became someone who wrote a book[let] about the Process of Pilgrimage. And made several posts about Santiago and related matter. And having got that off my chest, I have been okay to read [and review] books about it: ToCanterbury -  ToRome - ToJerusalem -

21 years after our last walking 'venture, in June 2025 The Boy and I had another bite at the cherry: clocking off 160km in France along the Via Podiensis, one of the filaments of the Camino de Santiago. At the same time, by coincidence, my pal Denécus was walking in the opposite direction along the Via Primitivo. 30 years ago, D and I had parallel jobs in the same Department and ate lunch together pretty much every M-F for a couple of years. He is not the only science friend to go for a Pilgrim.; but he was for sure on my list of likely candidates. Some of my best friends are scientists who are skeptical about everything except science which effectively makes science a Belief System as much as Shinto. Not D. For the first time since ~1995, we had lunch together just before Christmas and compared blisters notes on The Way and its fauna. Because D had his Compostelle [cert affirming his arrival in Santiago], I was able [cw: spoiler alert] to send him a copy of my book about PoP. And he presented me with a >3rd-hand copy of:

The Art of Pilgrimage: The Seeker's Guide to Making Travel Sacred (1998) by Phil Cousineau [who he]? I'm not sure it's good to start such a book with a list of prior pilgrims to make first timers feel inadequate: Abraham, Basho, Chaucer, Dante [St] Egeria . . . etc. But I guess that's not the market, which is rather a) those who've bin that done that or b) people who do their pilgrimage from the sofa through other men's flowers. One of the arrows in Cousineau's quiver is acting as a guide on Sacred Travel excursions, and no better man: because he's clocked hundreds of km finding himself all over the world, so c) seekers who might become clients. The ABCDE list above is part of the package; along with quips & quotes [so many quotes] from Augustine, Buddha, Chatwin, Thoreau, Watts . . . etc. Apart from wearing our expensive education on our sleeves, The Art and The Blob have this is common: the terrible quality of the pictures!

p.128 ""Section V. The Labyrinth. We know all too well that few journeys are linear and predictable. Instead they swerve and turn, twist and double back, until we don't know if we're coming or going."". This is bollix not my experience. I've just made a there [going] and back [coming] trip to the cobbler without swerve. I go to Dublin on the train: linear and predictable. I walk up the hill to Cross-on-Fork: linear and predictable. I fly to France: linear and predictable. Maybe the prime benefit of Pilgrimage is that, by teetering on the edge of comfort, thee is a rare opportunity to swerve and turn, twist and double back. and come up with a different Way of Seeing. Cousineau does come to a similar conclusion- but sometimes he trips over his own rhetoric while getting there.

Midway through the book, Huston Smith, one of Cousineau's gurus and writer of the Foreword, lists 4 requirements for pilgrimage

• single purpose
• undistracted
• ordeal hardship penance
• offerings

Though missing some of these criteria, the boundaries for Pilgrimage are deemed to include fans having emotional upwellings at Gracelands or the tombs of Jim Morrison or Jack Kerouac.  Despite the Guide in the title, this is not a text-book to Nirvana, it's more a Pilgrim's Miscellany and some of the tales and quotes are sure to resonate with some readers. Your faves probably differ from mine. Cousineau tries not to be prescriptive about the travel habits [sketching, journaling] which worked for him. 

But to have my final sentence echo the rhetoric in the first, Pilgrimage is something you do on your feet not with your feet up with a book. Verdict: worth reading but not worth buying to read.

The Turning Tide

[big If] I'd wanted to get famous for Bloggin' a) I shoulda started 10 years earlier b) been less scatter-gun. My sense is that successful [as in still posting after the blog-trend drained away and Twitter, Insta, Tiktok took over the comms-space] blogs are focused on Politics or Quakers or Real Ale or Sacramento. I gave up YT at Epiphany which has freed A Lot more time to read books. This is why The Blob is a bit thick with book-reviews. Funny that, because my second post ever laid out my theory and practice of writing book reviews. Incl.:" I also tried to add 'a little bit more': a comment, a digression or synthesis that gave the review some substance in itself rather than just being a wart . . . on the face of the book [reviewed]." After read some recent books, I couldn't come up with 'a little bit more' so - no review.

The Beloved goes to libraries to browse the available stock. In mid Jan she snagged me The Turning Tide: a biography of the Irish Sea [2023] by Jon "Birder" Gower, a Cymro with wide interests and a CV full of TV programmes, books, and other publications. Since he was a chap, Gower has been an enthusiastic ornithologist, and a third of the glossy illustrations feature . . . birbs. That's fine, I did a mort of travel in my 30s in pursuit of . . . domestic cats. I would never have learned Portuguese, or become a connoisseur of meat-loaf, or seen the Petitcodiac tidal bore without having cats as an excuse to leave town.

One of the walk-on parts in this biography is R.S Thomas, the Welsh vicar-poet who ever so politely told me that my teenage poetry without much merit. I accepted that judgment and burned the lot . . . because I lacked the discipline (and conviction) to leave almost all of it on the cutting-room floor and rework what was left into something worth keeping. Gower was taken under RST's wing as teenager unable [adverse weather] to start a Summer working in a bird sanctuary on Bardsey = Ynys Ennli [whc prev] a Welsh Isle-of-Magic due East of Arklow. Despite an age gap of ~50 years, they had a shared passion for Wales and poetry and birds and made each other laugh. That same summer on 1976 I was a) a little older b) also away from home working in Nederland, discovering what mattered, and getting to appreciate that hard work can be its own reward. 

Elsewhere in the biography, Gower cites with approval Kerri ní Dochartaigh [bloboprev] and her Thin Places; Andrew Doherty [bloboprev] and his Tides and Tales; Norman Davies [bloboprev] and his Isles; Tim Dee [bloboprev] and The Running Sky.  . . . and that's just the Ds! Richard Barrington [bloboprev] and his geo-statistical analysis of birds striking lighthouses gets most of a Chapter. I feel we have quite a lot of common ground here, although nobody would call me a birder.

HarperNorth the publisher intrudes a list of 38 [!] staff and contributors who made the book a reality. Lord knows what all these folk did because HarperNorth didn't think it was worth paying anyone to create an Index - which would have materially enhanced the utility of this rich and nourishing Smörgåsbord of a book. If no index at least a list: Anglesey, Baginbun, corncrake [Crex crex], dockers, Eddystone, ferries, guano, herring [Clupea harengus], Isambard K Brunel, Jonathan Swift, Kerno, lighthouses, Manxies [Puffinus puffinus], Nigeria, Ostdeutschland, pirates, QE.I, rats [Rattus norvegicus or R. rattus] Strongbow, thrift [Armeria maritima], U-boats, Vikings, Waterford, Yola, Zostera.

"One of the most dangerous things is when someone says they know the sea. You can never be comfortable on it. The sea has its own mind and you can be caught out in seconds." Mali Parry Jones RNLI volunteer