My dog woke me at inordinately early this morning.   I sleepily let her out and couldn’t help but notice the full moon lighting the yard, and the rush of cool, sweet air meeting my face as the door opened.

I went back to bed and relished the warm wrap of my duvet.    Sisal’s bark disappeared into the valley of the farm, as she happily chased who knows what, in the moon shadows.   I hope she’s not too long lest I fall asleep.

However, I notice and cannot ignore, a growing conflict:   warm bed, moonlit farm, warm bed, moonlit farm, warm bed… (sigh) moonlit farm…    A sigh because I know this to mean I will shortly be leaving my warm bed…  a sigh akin to that when indulging a child…’yes, get up, get dressed, go outside…’

Once seen, it cannot be unseen – and I had, in that moment, seen the moonlight.   Beautiful.   And it was calling.

Moonshadow was bathing  the landscape.   I disturbed a crow from its roost as I walked.  And as it took flight, it emitted a rarking caw which echoed down the valley, and was shortly answered by another crow in the distance.

I headed for the pond enclosure  hosting a family of beavers, and sure enough, there they were – although I couldn’t see them  I could hear the gentle lap of water to their swimming, the far reaching ripples illuminated by the moon, and the low, somewhat comforting grunt as they went about chewing a bit of wood, creating a dam, or maybe some other bit of domestic work to be done in their lodge…     Wonderfully oblivious to the hype, the discussions, the voluminous documentation which surrounds them.   They are just being beavers.

We humans can so complicate matters, fearfully.

The peace was palpable.

The sound of a rabbit meeting its end, in the jaws of a fox (I presume) filled the air…it uncomfortably seemed to go on for too long a time….yet even then the peace was still there.    An observer to all going on, and yet I was also part of it.   We are all part of it.   Life.  We are all part of the whole.

That was three and half hours ago….now the sun is shining and the quietude of my 4am moonlight meander is fast fading as I prepare for the day’s work ahead.    Already it seems a lifetime ago, yet something is lingering… something remains.    It is constant.

There for the seeing.    There in the being.


Beaver Study Days

We’ve had two beaver study days this week hosted by the Bevis Trust and Alicia Leow-Dyke from Wildlife Trusts Wales. On Tuesday we had 11 staff from Natural Resources Wales, two from Welsh Government and ten from local councils. On Wednesday we had 20 representatives from a variety of NGOs and Universities. It was a chance for visitors to get a first hand view of the effects beavers have on habitats and the techniques used to manage them. They were able to find beaver trails and field signs, see different dams, how some trees are targeted for food, others for building materials, and others avoided. We also had PowerPoint presentations and discussion sessions followed by BBQs and an opportunity to spend the evenings beaver watching. The three beaver families on the farm all have young kits just emerging so visitors were able to enjoy seeing them emerge from their lodges. As beavers expand both in numbers and range in Britain it is urgent that a proper management strategy is developed, under-pinned by appropriate legislation, so that the species can regain its place amongst British fauna with a minimum of conflict with other land-uses.


Meanwhile we have been busy with the fencing and planting at Ricketts Mill. The predator fence will soon be complete. It is buried into the ground, and has one inch mesh to stop mink, with two electric strands to stop foxes. We are still planting reed beds and some of them are rooting well now. In a year or two they will start to provide habitat for a variety of species and it will be exciting to watch the gradual restoration process.


A Busy Time

It’s been manic on the farm recently. This prolonged wet and windy weather has made silage making a gamble and Eirian just got the last lot in at two in the morning before the heavens opened yet again. Many big tree branches, heavy with wet leaves, have been blown down in the strong winds. The swallows and martins, and many other species that require insects for feeding their broods, are really struggling. Let’s hope second clutches do better. The wagtails love to nest in the turf roofs of the buildings and are successful there away from ground predators. Cats are quick to mop up fledgelings making their first fluttering flights.

On Tuesday and Wednesday the Countryfile film crew were here filming and we managed to shoot all the falcon flying shots in good weather before the rain came in again and we got soaked filming beavers. Various visitors have been visiting and watching the beavers and everyone has managed to see them. The family of beavers down at Skinny Dipping Pond have been particularly active and have two new burrows, one of which we think contains this year’s kits. They’ve been building a dam above their pond and it is interesting to see how much water they can hold back. The other two beaver families are also taking food into their lodges so we will soon be keeping an eye out for emerging new kits.

We have had 15 students here over the weekend led by Alicia. They are from Bangor, Aberystwyth and Oxford universities and are studying the effects beavers are having on the habitats. They’ve been camping at Waunlas in pouring rain but the canteen has been a life saver for them and they have been able to get on with a lot of species identification work in the dry.

Meanwhile we have had at least one mink around and have failed to catch it in cage traps. These very agile little aliens can devastate the water voles and the water fowl and are very versatile predators. Especially in this wet weather they lay up in rabbit burrows but while you are busy searching soggy hedges they can just as easily be watching you from up some ivy covered tree.

Down at Ricketts Mill Drew and I have been planting reed beds and these are settling down well. We’ve managed to keep most of the geese away because these pull up the reeds as fast as we plant them. Once the reeds are rooted and the beds thicken up, some geese will be welcome. We have harvested most of the reeds from the Penllynin lake but Drew has been successful at growing phragmites from seeds. Ross and the fencers started last week. Modern fencing uses only very weak chemical preservatives and rot away quickly so Drew has been busy soaking them in creosote for extra protection before they go in. The fence is designed to stop mink, otters and foxes getting in and to prevent beavers getting out, and will enclose about nine acres including four ponds. But it will be another couple of years or so before the habitat has developed enough to support beavers. In restoring ecosystems one has to work from the bottom up, literally. So bringing the raw clay exposed lake bed to life is the first task, with suitable plants that can host increasing populations of invertebrates that in turn will become food for predators such as dragonflies and kingfishers.  Beavers of course are strictly vegetarian. At the moment they are targeting lush herbage but spend a lot of time steadily eating bramble leaves.

With this wet weather, the ground has gone soft again so I have taken the opportunity to plant out a number of trees that we have pot grown, or self-sown birches growing on the tracks that would otherwise get topped off. I’m under-planting areas of woodland that are suffering from ash dieback. The dying ash trees are acting as nursery trees for the new small trees and by the time the ash is completely dead the new trees will be waist high and on their way. We are leaving most of the ash to rot where they stand, but one or two big hedgerow trees will need taking down in the winter. Others seem unaffected so let’s hope we have some resistant ones here able to re-colonise.

A Little Piece of Upland

Here on the farm we have a tiny vestigial piece of upland, it’s tucked away on a bank alongside a farm track and is so tiny you’d barely notice it. There are a few tufts of heather, some rowans and a fair sprinkling of blaeberries. It’s wonderful to see the tiny berries starting to appear but I’m pretty sure the birds will beat me to them (and so they should of course) but it would be nice to find the odd one or two they’ve missed.


With this dry spell the water level in one of the beaver ponds has dropped considerably and it’s a great chance to see how beautiful is the sub surface construction of a beaver dam. It doesn’t show too well in the photograph but the face is beautifully sculpted and faced with clay. The thickness of the bottom of the dam is so much greater than the top ensuring the water pressure at depth does not cause a breach. Amazing what instinct can do!



May Day on the Farm.

Spring has been slow, which is how we like it. Birds are nesting everywhere. The wrens in the Bevis Shed are nesting in the motor of the sawmill so we cannot mill any planks. An immaculate pair of bullfinches are busy shredding fruit buds in the orchard, which is not so good. I watched at the top pond on a lovely May Day evening. The moorhens are just hatching and a naughty chick had left the nest and was fossicking around. Eventually mum gathered him up and got him back up onto the nest in a clump of rushes where they settled down for the night.

The beavers emerged around 8pm from the corner of the top pond and I could see nipples on the female. Either she has just given birth or she is just about to. It is hard to tell when beavers are pregnant because they always look fat. All the herbs are growing now so there is plenty of fresh feed. They don’t touch the bluebells, but they nibble away fairly consistently at the brambles and are slowly making it retreat.

There are reports of some red deer around. Drew has seen the tracks in a neighbour’s garden.  And we have fresh tracks through the Jubilee Wood along the north bank. We have not had deer around here in living memory. We found an old buck rabbit lying down yesterday, with no sign of injury. It was still alive so I killed it. Perhaps it has the haemorrhagic disease that kills quickly? I left it for the kites.

Down at Ricketts Mill, the ponds are beginning to settle in and the reeds and willows are all sprouting. The greylags have arrived with three goslings. Gradually the raw earth is healing over. Spring is here.


And I’ve just seen a pair of green sandpipers down at Ricketts Mill!