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195 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 16, 2022
both physically and metaphorically a huge character with a vast waxed beard and moustache flowing out in fine Raleighian form. At the helm of an Elizabethan man-o’-war wielding a cutlass he would not have been out of place. Mike had caught herds of animals in Africa for the Chipperfields when their circus and safari park empire was at its zenith by jumping out of bouncing Land Rovers to grab and then bind them with ropes. He had supplied dart guns for Idi Amin’s personal firearms collection, bribed the widows of the Africans who died catching buffalo bulls with cornflakes to keep them silent, and generally seduced and caroused his way around the continent in a manner that would have left Sir Walter green with envy.This cheery colonialism, this disregard for human and animal pain, this vileness is presented as if it were merely colorful. As if it had no moral implications. As though it weren't emblematic of the kind of "conservationism" that treats Native peoples and people of color as obstacles to a whites-only (and, by the way, male-only) enterprise.
We know little about the history of the small creatures that once lived alongside us because they were tiny and have left scant evidence of their being, and because for a very long time, we cared nothing much at all for wildlife unless it was big enough to hunt for fun or annoyed us by killing sheep.
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The wildcat did not only inhabit forests and these environments were not only solid stands of trees. There were the cleft rock faces of sea cliffs smashed by ice and rain with sun-kissed ledges under tight crannies where their kittens could bask. Full of rock doves and jackdaws and mice, where their old friend the rabbit to this day still mows. They were tall grass fields where voles scurried under and over ground through a jungle of fine flowering herbs. They were marshes where they could lie languid on branches overhanging in the dark of a day’s end, pools of warm water in a leisurely attempt to scoop unwary green frogs up and into their jaws. Great hollow trees standing ancient, spinneys of strong briar and gorse, heathlands with blowing bog cotton were once all their home.