{"id":30387,"date":"2023-08-24T05:01:57","date_gmt":"2023-08-24T03:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.countryfile.com\/?p=148659"},"modified":"2023-08-24T06:39:28","modified_gmt":"2023-08-24T04:39:28","slug":"nicola-chester-all-neednt-be-lost-for-farmland-birds","status":"publish","type":"rss_feed","link":"https:\/\/c01.purpledshub.com\/bbccountryfile\/rss_feed\/nicola-chester-all-neednt-be-lost-for-farmland-birds\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicola Chester: All needn\u2019t be lost for farmland birds"},"content":{"rendered":"

As farmland bird populations plummet, the desperate rescue of two local birds proves that rural communities can still make an impact <\/p>

By Nicola Chester\n \t\t<\/p>

Published: Thursday, 24 August 2023 at 03:01 AM<\/p>

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With the devastating news in early 2023 that farmland birds have declined the most steeply out of all the birds of Europe, it is easy to feel powerless. Our dependence on pesticides and fertilisers (combined with other factors in intensive agriculture) is undeniably the biggest cause. Living in the midst of it, the klaxon is blaring, as the fields and hedgerows fall silent.<\/p>\n

One late-summer downland evening, there is an eerie, mournful wail: a stone curlew! And for me, proof that trying to save individual last birds \u2013 while we lobby for support for our farmers to protect and create habitat \u2013 is never futile.<\/p>\n

This spring on the downs, I had gone to find nesting lapwings \u2013 that quintessential farmland bird, with its looping, bubbling song that is like nothing else on Earth. But, as one environmental scheme ended and another began, one of two rough-ploughed sanctuaries that had been left for them and the stone curlews had been cultivated. The lapwings were all gone.<\/p>\n

Despondent, I continued scanning the high flint fields when something moved among browsing hares: a white plimsoll line of feathered bunting, a wild goggle-eye, a bright yellow bill. A stone curlew. Two stone curlews! They had taken up residence in the arable, where they were vulnerable to farm work.<\/p>\n

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A stone curlew (Burhinus oedicnemus<\/em>) sits on eggs in its nest.\/Credit: Getty<\/span><\/figcaption><\/div>\n

I watched awhile, then headed back to my car, buoyant with excitement, when I heard machinery behind me. My knees went to jelly. I pulled out my phone to alert the farm, but the battery was dead. I leapt up and down from the headland at the big tractor with its wide spraying arms, wildly waving mine. But the driver didn\u2019t see me. So I ran. I ran for my car, uphill, over flints like dinosaur bones and broken crockery, slicing the soles of my wellies, to plug in my phone. With just a whisper of a signal, I messaged and pressed send.<\/p>\n

Just when I thought all was lost, the tractor loomed into view. I flagged it down like Jenny Agutter<\/a> in The Railway Children<\/em>, the blood roaring in my ears. I spilled out my charm offensive in a mix of desperation, emotion and breathless laughter. The farmer was kind. Excited about the stone curlews too. He would enter the What3Words co-ordinates into the tractor\u2019s computer, and populate it across the whole fleet to avoid the birds. I was incredulous: big ag tech is our friend here. Who knew?<\/p>\n

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