A conservationist’s account of fieldwork in Borneo – starring a bag full of his own poo – packs a powerful message of hope for biodiversity in heavily degraded, yet surprisingly resilient tropical rainforests, winning the 2018 Wildlife Blogger of the Year competition (sponsored by CC). Destruction of tropical rainforests often seems like a one-track countdown to biodiversity
The Iberian Wolf: It can smell and hear its prey from miles away, has a huge territory and, with a top speed of 30mph, can dart across a field in seconds. So to see one you’d have to be at exactly the right spot at the right time. This’ll be easy, we thought to ourselves.
As I apprehensively shuffled into the cage, my gut clenched and my heart stopped…I immediately knew that I was in a bad place, and I desperately wanted to run straight back out. But something stronger told me to carry on, and that by enduring the next hour in this awful place I could find hope
To the majority of the world, Bermuda is one of two things – an exotic paradisiacal getaway, with pink sand-filled beaches to sink one’s toes into, and crystal clear turquoise waters to frolic in; or a place shrouded in mystery, situated in the heart of the Bermuda Triangle, where ships and aeroplanes disappear mysteriously, never
Heavy winds swept across the footsteps of the king, burying his tracks. The Ju/’Hoansi bushmen of Namibia’s Nyae Nyae Conservancy and I searched tirelessly yet found no fresh lion sign. Living alone and working alongside these ancestors of man, I’d completed the first predator survey this forgotten section of Namibia had seen in 20 years.
I eagerly packed my luggage and camp-net – I’ve been longing for this field trip. In anticipation to meet my dream game species, I left home without taking breakfast. I was the earliest bird at the department car park patiently waiting for others to join me. Unfortunately, the bus developed a fault and affected our
My nostrils had already been assaulted by months of trekking through the Bornean rainforest with an Aldi bag-for-life full of my own poo. Such is the price of conducting research on dung beetles. The one bonus? I thought I had become immunised to bad smells. But the putrid stench of carrion slammed me like a