This
pond was a verdant swamp of spike rush and jointed rush a year ago, but the
clumps of rushes are now bitten down to stumps and the mud poached by hooves. I’d
like to know if the livestock can carry pond life from site to site; ectozoochory,
to give hitch-hiking on an animal its scientific name. Whilst the expansive bulk
of cattle seem a likely form of transport smaller animals can be good vectors
too. One of my favourite studies is of things washed from the fur of coypu
living (or, had been living) in the Carmargue in the south of France. The coypu
had been shot, not part of the study, but as a control programme and Aline
Waterkeyn and her colleagues hosed down the corpses to see what the coypu had
been carrying. Waterfleas and rotifers, midge larvae and worms, Ostracods and
springtails all came off in the wash (Hydrobiologia, vol 652, pp267-271). The
water-fleas were particularly species associated with aquatic plants, which
fits the herbivorous habits of the coypu. I have a soft spot for coypu, having watched
them when I grew up in East Anglia. They would come out of the wetlands and “moo”,
slightly forlorn, as if aware of their unloved status. I tried coypu curry once
too. The coypu are gone from England now, eradicated due to their impact on
crops and river bank defences. Like the coypu of the Camargue the cattle of Druridge
Bay are likely vectors, and they moo.
Druridge Bay, an eight mile arc of sand running north from Cresswell to the harbour of Amble in Northumberland, strewn with wetlands. From lagoons stained the deepest green by summer algae to flooded tyre ruts, glinting water in the arable fields. This blog is a snapshot of research at the University of Northumbria as we explore this pondscape forged between northern sea and sky.
Friday, 19 July 2013
Cows, coypu and the ectozoochory taxi
A
July heat wave has clamped down over England. Radio Newcastle asked people to
text in with the temperature in their office or car; often over 30oC.
Up at Druridge Bay the dune grasses are being spun into sward of the finest
golds and silvers, bleached and glittering in sunshine. The ponds which last
year were overflowing have largely dried. The few which retain a hint of damp
have become a haven for cattle, a mini-migration. Here is a subsidence pond at the
south end of the Bay, in a pasture field, the cattle homing in on the cool
soil amongst the grasses and rushes left by the hay cutter. The cows seem to mark out the pond’s outline with a precision to match
any surveying I could do. The
drying out is compounded by heavy grazing and quite bit of pooing.
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