Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Gull, gull, goose!

After a walk on the ‘Seagull nursery’ at Robberg Mark reported some startling news, the birds are getting ready to breed and are scraping out nesting cavities. But I’m not ready yet! Slow down birds slow down! So I decided to take a trip out to the two Keurbooms colonies to see what their breeding status was. It was a solo recon trip to the peninsula and so I decided to take the paddle ski that I brought with from home (more for the kids to play with than for me to actually use!) because it is the only flotation device that I can carry and use entirely alone. Thank goodness for a waterproof bag! In the canoe, you feel relatively safe, there are sides. The paddle-ski feels treacherous in comparison! Trying to balance is ridiculous, the added weight of my wet-bag behind me didn’t help, and the tide was going out, bad timing. There are rip currents in that area that are well known, there have been drownings in the outlet to the sea, and today I experienced their full force, not pleasant. I made land at the last possible moment and dragged my soaked self and paddle-ski from the water, under the watchful eye of the cormorants, hopefully the only spectators! I pulled myself together and started the walk to the colony, dragging the paddle-ski behind me to launch the trip back further up river. Before I had even entered the vegetated area which marks the start of the colony I found a beautiful nest scraping, that should have tipped me off. Quite pleased with the find I pulled out my GPS, took photos and was off again, into the vegetated area of the colony. Pandemonium erupted, well a sedated version of the full mid-season response of hundreds of disturbed breeding gulls erupted. It has begun. Birds are pairing up, scraping out their spot on the ground, preparing nests and getting ready to lay. These, thankfully, are the early birds and the full breeding season is closer to October but these nests need to be monitored, adults caught and colour-ringed. An interesting find while wandering through the colony looking for the super early birds that may have eggs, was an Egyptian Goose nest! Quite chuffed with that I decided to head on back before the tide was so low that I would have to drag the paddle-ski back. By this time the wind had picked up and there were wind waves to contend with along with the current. Launching up river helped as the current pulled me along towards my destination in some ways, but it was not a pleasant trip. In all honesty it must have looked ridiculous, I was too nervous in the rough water and so hung my legs in the water as stabilisers and paddled along (not a professional, competent image!). I got to a sand bank where I could sit and touch the floor and spent some time giving my very unconditioned arms some time to recover. Onward I continued, until the water was so shallow the keel was scraping sand, and then I took my paddle-ski for a walk pushing it along using the paddle (crazy lady that’s not how you meant to do it!). I arrived back at the beach, pulled and carried everything back to the car, loaded up, tied down and sat down. I felt like I should giggle hysterically, it must have been pretty entertaining for an onlooker, but I just sat there in awe. I did it, I made it, and I was EXHAUSTED! I will plan things a little more carefully next time, and work on getting more muscley!

A gull nest, getting ready for eggs.
An Egyptian Goose nest, quite a surprise to see!

Crafts and kids

After mom left I decided to continue on with some crafty stuff, and arranged to do a multimedia craft afternoon with Demi and 2 other girls. I acquired some off-cuts of superwood from Charl’s factory and spent some time drawing crosses on them (straight lines are easier to cut?!). Friday morning off I went to the factory to use the band saw and cut out all my crosses. It took me some time to get the knack of cutting straight lines, and even then they looked a bit drunk! And then the blade stopped moving. It had snapped while I was happily cutting another crookedly straight side of yet another cross. OOPS! After being reassured that these things happen, no it’s not my fault, they affixed the spare blade and I was off again. I also got to use the sander, to make my drunken lines a bit straighter, and clean up the edges. I quite enjoyed my morning as carpenter! That afternoon, I packed all my craft stuff, two extra tables and chairs into the bantam (I love my car!) and went over to Di’s to set up in the garage. 2 tables to lay out all the options, and 2 plastic covered tables to work at. I had a plan, an idea of what the girls could do. But when they saw everything any plans I had went out the window! They were quite happy and excited to use what I had and the choices were overwhelming I think! It ended up with glue and bits and pieces of stuff all over the place but three happy girls and three beautifully decorated crosses! I made some for Di too, so we’ll have a calmer craft session. I also cut some for Kel and the kids which will be a cool craft time to spend with them!

One of the craft tables.
Hard at work!
The (mostly) finished products!

Friday, 19 July 2013

Fynbos ringing

With Mark back from his time away, we had another ringing session at the fynbos study site, on a beautiful winter’s day. We appear to be getting slack as firstly neither of us remembered a head torch (again) and then realised we had left the bird stand and gazebo at home! Not so good! But we put up 11 nets and waited. With all 6 of the Nature’s Valley Trust interns there, as well as a big group of volunteers from ORCA joining us, it was a busy people day! And a relatively busy bird day, a total of 47 birds including the usual suspects of Cape Sugarbirds, Cape White-eyes, Orange-breasted Sunbirds and Southern Double-collared Sunbirds. While checking the nets with a small group of NVT interns that I am training I passed a bird that made me do a double take and extract it, taking it to Mark with a big smile on my face! A quite rare species, this Victorins Warbler is the second that we have caught at this site, and as Mark pulled rank and ringed the first we caught, I was granted the privilege of ringing this one, a new species for my ringing list! Whoop!

Enjoying the morning.
An Orange-breasted Sunbird coming into his colours.
Victorin's Warbler in the spotlight.
Victorin's Warbler.

Processing pellets

After the colony clean-ups, I had amassed a large number of regurgitated pellets (anything that the birds are unable to digest gets formed into a pellet and regurgitated) which needed to be dealt with! The various bags of pellets were moved into my kitchen, which has also become my office. At the time, and currently, I am uncertain as to the best way to dissect and quantify the contents of the pellets, and am in the process of reading other published papers to see what methods they used, and how detailed their data was. In the meantime though, the pellets needed to be processed and frozen to stop, or at least slow, any fungal growth and decomposition. After purchasing and numbering 400 ziplock bags (surely enough!) I started processing the pellets. Each pellet was assigned a number, which relates to the date and location it was collected from, and was photographed, dimensions measured and weighed, then bagged and frozen. I then had to buy more bags. At 750 pellets processed, and many more to do, Mark and I decided that I should finish the bag I was busy with and discard the rest; this number is already far more than most published papers incorporate, and the breeding season hasn’t even started yet! The final count is 798 pellets, frozen and awaiting dissection. It has been so interesting to go through the pellets that were collected, a scarily large proportion of them had plastic, glass shards and tin foil in them. Something that fascinated me was the pellets that looked better suited to an owl than a gull, as it is clearly the remains of a rodent, a regurgitated globule of fur and bones. It was reassuring to also find many pellets with fish bones and scales, as well as shells, part of their natural diet. The true story will become more apparent as I start the dissections, but for now, an interesting glimpse into their diet.

A variety of glass in the pellets.
Fur and bones, all that's left of the probable rats.
Shells found in the pellets.
All sorts of urban sources of 'food'.

Craft fun

In preparation for her trip to Plett, mom decided she would make the Browns placemats as a thank you present which would also keep her busy over a two week period (the women in my family are unable to sit still, we must keep busy and so there are always a variety of projects on the run). Dad cut out the boards at home and mom printed out the photos and designed the layout, which really left her nothing to do here but stick it all down and put layer upon layer of varnish on the boards. Plett is rather deficient as far as craft supplies goes, so after picking up mom from the airport in PE we decided to head out to find us a craft shop, just to look! Well after much driving and wandering around we found one, purely by fluke! We also found the most amazing mosaic tiles there! Clear glass on printed paper, the most beautiful designs, pictures and sayings, but you have to buy a pack. The holiday activities then included mosaicking! Mom did a tray using two of the premade packs, I couldn’t find a pack that really grabbed me but I did find clear glass squares to make my own tiles, bonus! I decided to mosaic a heart, and found some beautiful paper to use. But the idea really is to make it a multimedia piece with tiles, beads, pebbles and anything else you want! I managed to find a clay heart at the local Saturday market which fitted in with my colour scheme and had some beads to add to the mix too. Mom and I had such fun with our mosaics, a new craft for both of us! We also had to visit a wool shop for mom, so she could crochet. Watching her crochet has really shown me some of the knowledge that is being lost over the generations, it is a sad loss of skills. Mom crocheted me a little owl, and is also busy making a blanket. I had a wonderfully crafty time with mom and feel inspired and determined to make a little time each week to do something crafty!

My heart mosaic.
Mom's tray.
The little owl mom made me!

Beach combers

While mom has been here we managed to spend a good lot of time on the beach, which was wonderful! Beach comber delux! We found all sorts of treasures and had good fun with the hermit crabs in the lagoon, all the while getting some fresh air and exercise!

A shark's egg. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
Shells on the beach. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
Beautiful! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
An interesting find on the beach! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
A hermit crab coming to say hi! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
They are cool little creatures! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
Mother and daughter.

Wedding wonders

T’Niqua is well on its way in the preparation for weddings, parties and romantic outings! All the hours of training with the horses building up muscles, reviving the old wagon and practice, practice, practice has paid off! A photo shoot was arranged with a professional photographer and some beautiful ladies all dressed up in their borrowed wedding finery. What a day! The wagon was polished, the horses had a bath and despite some early morning cloud it cleared into a beautiful morning! After taking some photos in the garden, everyone either took a wagon ride or walked to the fynbos site where Bettina had set up a stunning table for a shoot as part of a champagne breakfast overlooking the sea. And then there were chocolate cupcakes for everyone! Looking at how it all came together on the day, it is difficult for anyone to really appreciate the amount of work that has gone into getting horses, wagon and people to the level of competence and perfection that was displayed for the photoshoot. Months of time, money, blood, sweat and tears has been invested into this part of T’Niqua, and it paid off beautifully!

A handsome entrance.
Heading out into the fynbos.
A bit of a bumpy ride though!
Posing the models!
A well dressed driver!
The photographer in action.
It was a beautiful day!
A romantic champagne breakfast setting.
Mom the photographer.
Bettina and I.
The boys have big feet! 

Friday, 5 July 2013

None but one

Stace, part of the PMB crew (who really lives in PE but does her fieldwork a few months a year in PMB) has been wanting to come and join us for some fynbos ringing, and had the chance recently. She and her husband have been in Knysna for the Knysna Oyster Festival taking part in some of the races, and on an off day she came through to Plett to do some ringing with me. Unfortunately, Mark has gone on holiday to PMB taking with him most of his ringing gear and so our net supply was really limited (4 nets in the fynbos is really nothing). Add some wind, never good for ringing, to a low net count and it turned out to be a pitiful day! All we caught was a single Lazy Cisticola! We had our nets up but with the wind making them billow rather obviously we decided to move them, repositioning them in a more sheltered spot using an inventive net layout, but still we caught nothing, it was all a bit of a fail.. Sorry Stace!

Putting up the nets. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
Trying to ID the one bird we caught! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
It was a Lazy Cisticola! Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
A Protea sp. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.

A mosey around with mom

Mom flew in on Friday, during the time that I was looking after Michiel and Bettina’s house while they were away. So she spent her first night there with me. I love the house, with fireplaces in many of the rooms, situated overlooking the sea on one side, the fynbos on another. They have beautiful horse paddocks surrounded by white fencing, a little pond with water-lilies and a big green garden. It is a perfect farmhouse. And mom fell in love with it! On Saturday we went for a walk through the fynbos, to the little hill overlooking the ocean. It was a nice day, the sun was out (mostly) although there was a rather chilly breeze. Nonetheless off we set, Zorro bounding along too, for a walk, to get out of the house for a bit, and so mom could play with her new camera! It was really nice to be out and about and show mom part of my world here in Plett, and another walk through the fynbos there is definitely in order before she leaves!

The house. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.
Zorro, checking the way was clear for us.
Mom testing out her new toy!
Me, at one of my hang-outs. Photo by Suzette Witteveen.

Mom and Zorro.
He is a handsome boy!

Raptor record

After spending the weekend away in Cape Town for the summit, Shane and I spent some time together and took a day to go raptor ringing, and bird watching. After an early morning drive over the pass, and picking up a colourful hitchhiker, we turned towards George and began the search. It turned out to be the most successful of raptor catching days! With a grand total of 5 birds caught and 2 new species turned the day into a record breaker! I got a lot handling experience, and we spend some good time bird watching at a variety of ponds along the way. Lunch was had at a quaint farm stall, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a simple lunch of a toasted cheese sandwich and coffee but by then I was starving and man was it amazing! It was a long day out, we only arrived back home after 5pm that evening after a 7am start, but with 2 Jackal Buzzards, 2 Rock Kestrels and a Pale Chanting Goshawk, it was awesome!

The release of the first Jackal Buzzard caught. Photo by Shane McPherson. 
The second Jackal Buzzard being released.
What a beautiful bird, with long legs like a runway model.
A little Rock Kestrel, they have quite a bite! The Jack Russels of the bird world..
UGH! They touched me! Get if off! Photo by Shane McPherson.

African Marine Debris Summit

African Marine Debris Summit. Waves of Change: African Lessons to Inspire Local Action.

Waste is wealth. A statement made by Honourable Deputy Minister for Environmental Affairs, Rejoice Mabudafhasi during her opening speech which was reiterated throughout the 2 day summit. Beaches are windows into marine litter. And we’re being given insight into a dire situation. There is hope, but as Dr. Seuss writes in The Lorax ‘Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not’. Through innovative ideas, waste can be made into wealth, and things can get better.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, the 3 R’s. There are various childrens’ songs to remember the 3 R’s, and various advertising and awareness campaigns. But this has evolved, we must do more than reduce, reuse and recycle. We must rethink our strategies for rubbish management, recycling and minimising environmental impact; redesign products with recycling in mind; refuse one-use plastics such as straws, barrier bags and shopping bags; respect the environment and ultimately be a responsible  plastics user, and with our rubbish in general.

There were delegates from Germany, Australia, Belgium, Seychelles, Côte d’Ivoire, Cameroon, Nigeria, Kenya and South Africa. It was wonderfully diverse, with so many topics covered, I was so inspired and learnt so much! But there was a general feeling that the time allocated for the summit was far too short, sessions went overtime, there was just too much to discuss and debate, too many questions to be asked and answered, too many voices that needed to be heard. Topics covered included: the current state of the marine debris in our oceans and the effects thereof; the current actions that are underway to mitigate the effects of marine debris and litter in general; what microplastics and POPs (persistent organic pollutants) are and the concerns surrounding these and we heard all about the lifecycle of plastics and the urgent need for recycling, as well as the urgent need for the capacity for plastic recycling.

Our Saturday fieldtrip to Robben Island was cancelled due to ferry maintenance, and so we had our fieldtrip at a local beach, Milnerton. Which got rained out. But for the short time of sunshine that we had, I learnt a lot about sampling marine debris, which can be applied to the rubbish sampling I want to do on my gull colonies and that will save me some time and give me better, more specific data.

I left the summit with mixed feelings, the state of the world with regards to litter, both terrestrial and marine, is a shocking concern. The world that we are custodians of, and will pass on to future generations, is not one we can be proud of. As in the animation movie Wall-E, where the world is full rubbish and the humans have left for a better life on a spaceship in the sky, which seemed so entertaining, could be a deplorable reality. The world is filling up with rubbish, landfills quickly being packed to capacity, oceans with raft-like collections of rubbish floating around. And who is to blame?

The circle of blame goes around and around. Who is to blame? Something that came out of the summit is that we all have our part to play, plastic producers need to contain all pellet spills, make recyclable plastics, reduce the plastics they produce, consumers need to recycle, refuse one-use plastics. There is an obligation on both sides for producers and consumers to consider the impacts of their actions.

I will take responsibility for my actions. I am recycling everything I can, taking my own bags for my shopping, not using straws, buying fresh produce from a market, and making an effort to spread the news, encourage everyone else to recycle and do their bit.

Other people are doing much more in their efforts to raise awareness about the importance of recycling. Ray Chaplin is one such person doing the Orange River Project. A very inspiring story of how he is extreme riverboarding down the whole of the Orange River and stopping at schools along the way promoting recycling and a clean environment.

We can do so much, there is hope.


Sea creatures made from rubbish, innovative ideas!
Producers raising awareness.
Learning about beach litter surveys.
Microplastics, small pieces causing big problems.
There is hope.