Spiders and thank you!

At this time of year the early morning dew soaks the grass, and water droplets gather beneath leaves, flowers and stems. Everywhere in the hedges and garden, and across the landscape here at Cabragh Wetlands, can be seen the lacy, fairy-like gossamer threads of spiders’ webs standing out clearly in the morning sun, dew-laden. It is a spectacular sight, and the work of countless tiny spiders which swarm in the fields in the autumn. The young spiders are too small to eat solid food, and depend on the dew drops in the webs and on leaves for survival. They will cling together for warmth, forming pill-sized ‘spider-balls’ which are dotted around the fields in early autumn. They soon separate and look for a likely spot to spin their own tiny webs and catch insects, and before you know it, the air is full of invisible threads.

In early autumn spiders’ webs of all shapes and sizes appear on every hedgerow, drift across long stalks of grass, and sway gently in the breeze from furze bushes, brambles, flower stems, reed beds and every other suitable attachment they can find. You will not have to wander far to find examples of these dangerous little death-traps. There are hundreds of different species of spider, and no two make their web exactly alike. Just as on the Aran Islands each family developed its own unique knitting stitch as a kind of personal identification, so every spider family has its own special pattern for weaving its insect trap, and every young spider spins its little web in exactly the same way as its mother, without receiving a single lesson.

Some weave a mass of tangled threads, others weave their webs very closely. Some construct cobwebby funnels, while others (orb weavers) spin beautiful, regular, open webs (like wheels), with numerous spokes radiating from the centre. The garden spider attaches non-sticky tension lines to nearby sturdy plants and then spirals to form the net of her web. She replaces the outer spirals with gummed silk and oil on her own feet prevents her becoming stuck.

Once caught in the web, an insect seldom escapes, and the more it struggles the more it gets entangled in the silken threads, which are coated with a kind of sticky glue. The spider spends most of her time in her den, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Trapped insects are injected with enzymes to liquidize their tissue, and the spider swallows the liquid. As you look at the early morning webs covered in dew drops and sparkling like jewels in the sun, remember that it is not a good time for the spiders; their snares can too easily be seen because of the dewy fringe, so some spiders will try to shake off the drops to render the web invisible again, and allow them to become efficient killing fields again.

Here at Cabragh we also have the scarily named wolf spider, who does not spin a web, but hunts his victims down. The female builds a nursery web, in which her egg sac is placed.

Arachnophobes beware! Winter will be a hard time for spiders; their favourite victims, flies, have long since gone, and those spiders which survive will seek out a nice warm corner where they can tuck themselves away and pass the time safely to see another spring.

A reminder that the Wetlands Trust is inviting all those who helped organise our recent Open Day (prize-donors too) to a thank-you evening at the Centre on Tuesday next – September 29th at 8.00pm.

Tea and thank you to all!

Cabragh Wetlands Trust is quite justifiably unknown for its economic predictions, but we anticipate bad news in the coming months for the Irish tea drinker.
There have been severe droughts in the Kenyan highlands, and a consequent collapse of around 50% in tea production. Perhaps our money-driven world takes too much account of the laws of supply and demand, but it seems inevitable that this will be reflected in a price rise for the tea that we buy in our local shops. Ireland leads the world in per capita tea consumption, drinking more cups per day per person than any other country. While we support purchase of locally sourced food, tea is not something we can grow here, so we are at the mercy of international trade, and international weather.


Everything is linked. In Kenya a hundred years ago the realization of the wealth to be created by growing tea and coffee led to a rush to clear ground to plant tea bushes. As demand and profits grew, so did the ambitions of the planters. Hundreds of thousands of hectares were cleared and plantations spread into the hills, where ancient trees had multiplied into vast forests acting as giant sponges, soaking up excess water in the rainy season, and slowly drip-feeding it back out in the drier times, creating a self-sustaining balance of trees, plants, insects and animals perfectly adapted to their local habitat.


Deforestation has undermined that balance, perhaps with far greater damage in other parts of the world like the Amazon basin and Indonesia. Now in Kenya when there is heavy rain there are not enough trees to soak up the excess; water runs off the hills too quickly, destroying precious topsoil and in some years causing devastating floods. In periods of drought there is insufficient water trapped in the depleted forests to sustain the volume demanded by users, both farmers and wildlife. The natural balance has once again been lost. It is hardly a new lesson; the dust-bowls in the American mid-West were a major element in turning the 1929 Wall Street Crash into a global economic depression. There is scope for young historians to build a career writing eco-history, reassessing man's impact on the environment rather than the narrow focus of man's interaction with man.


Talking of conserving local habitat, many thanks to those who helped with the Cabragh Wetlands Open Day at the end of August. An invaluable contribution has been made to our bank balance, thanks to the generosity and goodwill of those who helped by donating prizes, setting up shelters, giving of their time on the day, displaying their skills and crafts, and so much more. There was a wonderful sense of community and cooperation. As a small recompense, the Wetlands Trust is inviting all contributors to a thankyou evening on Tuesday 22nd September. More details will be circulated next week.

Insects

My recently purchased insect book tells me that so far scientists have identified 360,000 species of beetle, 180,000 of moths and butterflies, 120,000 distinct species of flies, 82,000 ‘true bugs’, 20,000 grasshoppers, 5,000 dragonflies, and so on. At Cabragh we are very proud of two species of exceptionally rare caddisflies that have survived the ravages of time and human encroachment in the pure waters of the Wetlands, but even that pride is tempered by reading that no less than 11,000 species of caddisflies have been identified worldwide. The range and beauty of life is utterly extraordinary, and perhaps most extraordinary of all is the arrogance of humans who assume that our one species is above everything else and is somehow entitled to do whatever it likes with the other beings that share our planet.A quick bit of maths confirms upwards of 750,000 distinct varieties of those common insects listed above, with some naturalists suggesting that the true figure is double that. Another book tells me that there is more life below the surface of the earth, living in the ground, than there is above, including plants birds and animals, as well as insects. Heaven knows where aquatic creatures fit into all of this. Apart from wonder and awe, it is surely humility that should fill us, as we slowly edge towards a clearer understanding of our true place in the natural world. Reason a little further, and surely the conclusion has to be that we have a moral obligation to protect biodiversity and control the growth of human society, both in terms of the numbers of people and their material impact on the resources of the earth. This means a very thorough and basic reconsideration of the core concepts that have underpinned the ‘development’ of human history over the very short period of a few thousand years since our ancestors were hunter-gatherers just two hundred or so generations ago.At Cabragh we are trying to conserve a very special piece of wetland, and the goodwill and generosity of the volunteers and sponsors of our recent Open Day was very heart-warming. It is impossible to avoid the conclusion that thinking people really do care about the natural world. We welcomed ten new members into our group, and hope that many more will stop by to sign up or renew their membership in support of our core values of conservation, education and recreation. Look out for those little creatures in your garden; most of them will do you no harm. If you have a healthy range of different species sharing your land with you, it is pretty clear evidence that you are doing a good job in protecting nature on your doorstep, and ultimately that’s perhaps the best thing most of us can hope to do in our lifetime.

Heritage

The deaths in July of two very old men can hardly be a surprise, and scarcely a cause for mourning outside their immediate families. We all have out span of years, which will eventually run out, and ultimately face the same fate as every other human and non-human that has ever lived. Death is as normal and inevitable as breathing and sleeping. But the two old men in question are worth a few moments of our time, because they were the very last of the many millions who fought in the trenches of the First World War, a war that shaped the course of the twentieth century and touches the lives of all of us today. Most families have their memories of men who went to the war, many never to return.

Henry Allingham died first. At 113 he was the oldest man in the world, the last survivor of the Battle of Jutland, the last founder member of the RAF and the last-but-one to have fought in the trenches of the Western Front. Harry Patch, a stripling of 111, died a week later, and with him went the final direct connection to the abattoir of trench warfare – the only man alive of the ten million or more who were sent to the trenches. His best friends were killed next to him in the muddy bloodbath of Passchendaele near Ypres in 1917. In the stoical way of that generation neither of them said much about the war until the last years of their lives, when they became public figures, speaking out against the madness of warfare, visiting schools and giving direct witness to children about the terrible things they had experienced so many years ago.

But is it really so long ago? This modern world dominated by fashion, youth and the constant demand for renewal of material goods, tends to dismiss anything more than a few years old as out of date, out of touch and ‘unsophisticated’. An old person’s youth and memories are patronisingly cast aside as belonging to another age. The experience of ordinary people is condescendingly dismissed as our celebrity culture focuses its history teaching on the famous, powerful and heroic. Myths of nation building squeeze out the ordinary, mundane lives of ordinary, mundane people like the overwhelming majority of our ancestors.

Our heritage is far more likely to be found in the memories of old men and women than in the sassy razzmatazz of the slick media that infiltrates into so many corners of our lives today. Talk to the old folk around you, get the children to do school projects that will keep alive the experience, knowledge and insight of the elderly. Nearly all of us will be very old one day, and we will want to be treated as valued resources, reservoirs of knowledge and respected for what we have achieved. It is so easy to lose touch with our family’s past; the oral tradition that passes on community history has disappeared from the so-called developed world.

The past is much closer to us than we realise. Henry Allingham 1896-2009 (his father died in 1897!): as a young man he will certainly have known people who lived through the horrors of the famines of the 1840’s. As a baby he will have met old people who were alive during the Napoleonic Wars, perhaps even met someone who witnessed the 1798 rising. Follow the same argument back another two generations and we are into the era of Cromwell. Four generations from direct memories of Cromwell. Our heritage is closer and more real than we think. By and large we are what we are because of the interplay between our environment and our ancestors. Just as we at Cabragh Wetlands are trying to conserve our natural heritage, so we should all do our bit to remember and preserve our human heritage.

Moon Landing

The media are understandably full of the 40th anniversary of the first moon landing this week. In a normal lifespan, there are always likely to be one or two pivotal, unforgettable moments that seem to transcend our sense of time and place, uniting people across the globe in a single common purpose and making differences of nationality, religion, politics and culture seem utterly trivial and insignificant. To a young mind especially, such events can be enthralling, compelling to live through. They create dreams and spark the imagination. They challenge our assumptions and change the way we think. They move us forward with altered priorities, generating change and progress in human society, moving mankind forward. For this aging writer, the impact of space exploration in the 1960’s on a teenage mind was huge. The sheer drama of the space missions and the human courage of the astronauts, Russian as well as American, was completely absorbing. That was an extraordinary night to live through, when so many of us sat up watching our grainy black-and-white televisions to see the lunar module land on the moon’s surface, and a few hours later held our breaths as Armstrong and Aldrin came down the steps and became the first humans to walk on a surface that was not of the Earth. Unforgettable. Yet it was never the technology that intrigued me. It was always the human drama, and the opening of the imagination. It was being made to think of things that had never crossed my mind before, being forced to see things from entirely new perspectives. As extraordinary as the feats of Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins in Apollo 11 were, perhaps with hindsight it was the journey of Apollo 8 a year or so earlier that has had the greater impact on human history. The astronauts were Borman, Lovell and Anders (if my memory is intact), and their mission was to be the first to fly into a lunar orbit, swinging round the dark side before firing themselves away from the moon and back to Earth – a vital test flight before they could proceed with actually landing on the moon. In the process they became the first human beings ever to be literally out of contact with Earth. As they emerged from behind the moon, they saw a vastly reassuring but totally unique sight – Earthrise. From here we see the sun and moon rise, from the moon you see the Earth rise. One of them took that iconic photograph which you have all seen, of a beautiful blue planet partially draped in cloud, hanging in space. It is a picture that has forced us to rethink our place in the universe, to recognize that man is not at the centre of everything, to see that we are totally dependent on this extraordinary planet. It is a picture that did much to inspire James Lovelock in the development of his deeply influential Gaia hypothesis, emphasising the linkage between all life forms on the planet, their mutual interdependence, and the capacity of the Earth to continue without man should we be so stupid as to so despoil the natural resources of the planet that our own survival is threatened. So enjoy the memories of the moon landing, but learn from it too. The media over the decades have always focused on the material benefits from space exploration, from non-stick surfaces to computing (apparently there is more computer power in your mobile phone than there was in the lunar landing module!), once again seeing progress in terms of things, not values and ideas. They had an unlikely opponent. On his return Neil Armstrong was asked what space technology and exploration had done for the standard of life on Earth. His reply was unequivocal: “Nothing. The only thing that can improve the standard of life is wisdom.”

Heritage Day 2009

Our annual open day at the wetlands is on Sunday 30th August from 1p.m. to 6p.m.

A wide variety of activities for all the family, young and old is promised

We hope to have two marquees, one with local Arts and Crafts and the other will display renewable energy technologies from local people.

Eanna ni Lamhna, of RTE and An Taisce, will give a talk here and lead a walk in the wetland.

There will also be a children's art competition. Children are encouraged to bring an art piece based on nature in any medium. Eanna will be judging on the day.

We have raffle tickets on sale @€2 each or €10 for a book of six with some great prizes

1st Prize Digital Camera

2nd Prize Two nights B/B in Lake Hotel, Killarney

3rd Prize €100 Shopping voucher

Summer morning

It’s so good to hear from people in the area who watch and appreciate nature. One correspondent was recently enjoying a beautiful sunny June morning, two days after the summer solstice, sitting by the open front door and enjoying the heat over a leisurely breakfast – the perfect start to a summer’s day! Nearby the swallows were working at a hectic rate to rear their young. Their chatter at all hour has a distinctive air of high summer about it. A tiny wren was busily encouraging her young to leave the nest. Hatched into thick ivy by the wall, the five chicks now had the task of leaving the relative safety of their nest and emerging into this brave new world. Courageously each in turn launched itself out and took its first fluttering voyage. There youngsters were faced with journeys that created many new perils for them. They looked so vulnerable as they took that first leap of faith, trusting their mother who was clearly torn between excitement and frantic worry. She disappeared for a few minutes, before returning with some food for the brave youngsters, all calling out for attention. From the security of the nest to the turbulence, chaos and danger of the wider world – and yet the urge is there and cannot be ignored …..move out and move on. It is a dangerous world for the young ones, even at 8am on a lovely sunny day. They have so much to learn if they are to survive, and they need to learn fast. For certain some of the five will not survive, but some surely will. It was not long before a few magpies appeared, with their distinctive menacing shrieks. Those little wrens just have to work it out for themselves. Good luck to them. Life goes on. The web that links all living creatures and plants, and the endlessly turning cycle of life, are truly remarkable. We are very privileged to be part of such a fortunate planet and to have been invited to join the dance of life.