Cyn's Nature Notes: Young newt

Saturday, 30 June 2012

Young newt

I was overjoyed this afternoon to spot an eft, running across a border which was next to an area overgrown with stinging nettles, brambles and at ground level was a tangled mess of ivy. An eft is a young newt, he was golden brown in colour and about two inches in length. He was delightful to watch, I think he must have been disturbed, because it was broad daylight and the best time to spot these appealing little creatures is at dusk with a torch in the breeding season. The little eft I saw was quite a way from the pond, maybe twenty feet, but at this stage in his life he is a ground dweller, and will only return to the water to breed when he is an adult.

Newts breed in the spring, when they return to water to breed, eggs are laid singly on leaves which are then curled over to protect them from predators. A tadpole will emerge from the egg, it has feathery gills, with which to breathe, the newt tadpole will grow front legs before back ones, as it develops it will lose its feathery gills and will leave the pond to live on land. During this stage between tadpole and adult they are known as efts.

When they mature into adults they will return to the water to breed.

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When we moved to our present home in December 1987, I was very ill and bedridden. My garden was a life-saver, although it was very different then. The first thing I did was to put up bird-feeders, and long hours were spent lying indoors in a recliner. This was when I discovered many things. Do you know the underside of every blue tit’s tail is differently marked? Gradually, over the years, the garden changed. We put in shrubs and plants that would not only enhance the garden, but would also be good for wildlife. The first rabbit we saw was so joyful for us. The deer eat the flowers, prune the apple trees, eat the marrow, and are wonderful to watch. Foxes have been a major part of our wildlife. We have fed them each night for more than 20 years. They are such a delight, especially in late summer and early autumn when there are youngsters. They behave like puppies and are great fun to watch.

I love all wildlife: the mason bees that nest in the brickwork of the bungalow, the hornets that last year made their home in the roof above our bedroom, the bees currently nesting in the roof above the bathroom. On a hot evening, if you stand quietly in the bathroom, you can hear this amazing sound: it is very rhythmic and reminds me of the waves at the seaside. It is made by the beating of the bees’ wings as they fan their nest to keep the temperature at the right level -- how many people have heard that sound? I feel so privileged.

Obviously, I feed the birds. When I open the window in the morning I call “Come on Bobby and Blackie”, and one followed swiftly by the other they fly immediately to the bird table. Each morning, on rising, I make my way to the kitchen and find the squirrels already sitting on the window ledge waiting to be fed. Winter brings the moorhens and spring time the mallards. Our pond is a poor effort from a human point of view, but wild creatures see it differently. On summer days, the grass snakes spend long hours in the pond: eating the fish, froglets, toadlings, newts, and any other living creature they can swallow. Although I hate to see the pond emptied this way, I do enjoy the snakes and feel they are an important part of the balance of nature in the garden. Watching a dragonfly nymph climbing out of the pond, up a plant stalk, and then over the next few hours gradually transforming into a beautiful dragonfly -- these are contented hours well spent.

It has been my pleasure to write and publish a nature column each month. I am always delighted to hear how much pleasure this brings to my readers. I have often been asked if I have written a book, so I am making more of my writings and photography available through this web site and blog.