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Hi folks. I grew up in a suburban part of a big city, but nearby we had a series of rail lines interconnecting, with some waste ground hidden between them, including some ponds. I remember well looking for the usual toads under logs when I found my very first newt - a triturus helveticus. Now the Scottish Gaelic word for newt is translated as "berry among the rushes", and I could quite see why it deserved that description.
I had already seen lizards and credited this little beast with the same turn of speed, so I made a dive and cupped it in my hands - I was therefore surprised at how slow it moved and how easily it could be caught.
I was probably aroung five or six years old, and didn't have a clue how to care for my new "pet" but fortunately an enlightened neighbour (a school teacher) showed me how to catch small worms and feed it. Later still, I was able to buy a pair of rubber boots and ventured into a pond, where I found members of the same species in "wet mode". I identified them through the "I spy" countryside book for kids (any UK member remember those) and was able to observe them displaying and eventually breeding.
The ponds were eventually drained by the railway authorities, but some years later as a PR officer for the railway (as I later became) I got the engineers to reflood them and had them re-stocked as a conservation project. I got a license to breed Triturus Cristasis as a side product.
Under British law they can't now build on this land because of these newts, so the habitat of my youth is protected.
I had already seen lizards and credited this little beast with the same turn of speed, so I made a dive and cupped it in my hands - I was therefore surprised at how slow it moved and how easily it could be caught.
I was probably aroung five or six years old, and didn't have a clue how to care for my new "pet" but fortunately an enlightened neighbour (a school teacher) showed me how to catch small worms and feed it. Later still, I was able to buy a pair of rubber boots and ventured into a pond, where I found members of the same species in "wet mode". I identified them through the "I spy" countryside book for kids (any UK member remember those) and was able to observe them displaying and eventually breeding.
The ponds were eventually drained by the railway authorities, but some years later as a PR officer for the railway (as I later became) I got the engineers to reflood them and had them re-stocked as a conservation project. I got a license to breed Triturus Cristasis as a side product.
Under British law they can't now build on this land because of these newts, so the habitat of my youth is protected.