Several contributors have described 2017 as ‘a good year’. But I must admit I didn’t find 2017 to be special at all.
My formative years as a moth-hunter were in the ’60s. I remember buying some second-hand books at an AES exhibition around 1965 (titles included ‘Days with a Butterfly Net’ and ‘A Moth-hunter’s Gossip’), which were written in the ’30s and were lamenting the decrease in butterflies and moths that had occurred in the 1900s. When I explored some of the best British sites and habitats in the mid-60s I found many species had declined or disappeared since those books were written – in fact the ‘40s and ’50s were considered black decades for wildlife conservation. Then in 1980 I went to live in Northumberland and when I came back south, to Suffolk in 2005, I was disheartened to see how sparse most moths had become in the meantime: it was something I hadn’t expected. And having exhumed my Suffolk garden records from a decade ago I find the total numbers of moths has decreased again: the best nights in late July/August 2017 are only 60% of what they were in the ‘average’ years of the mid ‘00s.
So, in my mostly ‘anecdotal’ experience, we are now seeing only fractions of fractions of what moths were around a century or so ago (I would hazard an estimate of less than 5%). The decline has been continuous and has accelerated. The future isn’t looking bright.
I must admit, I wasn’t here in June/early July so I missed the best of ’17. I spent those balmy (too hot) weeks in France: I have always thought the ‘typical’ French countryside resembles what Britain was like fifty to a hundred years ago, but French naturalists are quick to point to a similar decline in moth numbers there. There seems to be no way to escape the eco-disaster that may be unfolding.
If I was a teenager now I hope I would be more optimistic. Having spent most of my life in conservation and environmental education I can’t help but think my generation has failed – we have spawned Donald Trump and global warming, and have supported, by proxy, the despoliation and sterilisation of the British countryside. Not to mention the advent of Boris Johnson, Ant and Dec and neonicotinoids. Maybe we don’t deserve any better.
Sorry for this unseemly rant, but it’s probably better out than in. My only moth sighting this past week has been a dotted border at the kitchen window. But it’s a pretty creature and it gave me a lot of pleasure.
Tony H.