Christmas 2013 is the tenth anniversary of seeing red deer
on Blacka; at any rate it was the week before Christmas 2003 when I first saw
them walking over Cowsick towards the woods and nobody has come forward to say
they had seen them earlier than that. It would be idle to deny the importance
of this event in changing our perception of Blacka.
Before then I had opposed the increasing management
interventions on this longtime unmanaged space, instinctively feeling it was not
just undesirable but actually deeply wrong in what was supposed to be a place
reserved for nature. Men trying to control nature and getting money for doing
so seemed a kind of exploitation out of place here. Everything that had changed during the years since
management wound down was the best of Blacka.
Then the deer arrived, our largest wild animal, earth-born with
beautiful hinds, innocent calves and magnificent stags. At a stroke we could see what
Blacka should really be – a haven for genuine wildlife in which the birch and
oak encroaching on the moor were at least as important as the birds and beasts. I refute any suggestion that this is sentimental; there should be real predators out here too.
From 2003 on we would never have any patience for managers with office driven targets
whose first thoughts about anything wild were “how should we control it?”.
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