By Threatened Species Ambassador, Nicola Toki.
As New Zealanders rally our collective efforts in the pursuit of the ‘crazy and ambitious’ goal of a Predator Free New Zealand by 2050, we mustn’t lose our hearts.
In 2003, freshly minted with a Zoology degree, I began my first job with the Department of Conservation. It only took a couple of morning tea conversations with some experienced rangers in my local office to realise that my understanding of what conservation meant in New Zealand was rather limited. These wild and woolly folks were goat cullers, tahr shooters, stoat trappers and rat killers. They carried guns, spent days or weeks outside and devoted their time to trapping, baiting and shooting the introduced mammals that wreak havoc on our fragile and unique ecology. It was a rude awakening to realise that protecting New Zealand’s native wildlife often meant killing other species of animals in order to give the local flora and fauna a chance at survival.
Last month a tiny rural school in the North Island sparked international online outrage, due to their planned annual “Possum hunt” fundraising activity. Animal welfare groups in the United States put so much pressure on the school that they were forced to cancel it. The opponents to the hunt were appalled that New Zealand children were being encouraged to kill small furry animals as part of a school fund-raising opportunity. But in their vociferous opposition, all ecological context was lost.
Our wildlife is like nothing else on earth
New Zealand’s native wildlife is so unique, ancient and frankly bizarre that it has been described by author Jared Diamond as “the closest we will get to the opportunity to study life on another planet.”
In a country with no native land mammals other than two species of tiny bats, anything with four legs and fur and sharp gnashers has contributed to the steep decline and even extinction of many of our species that evolved over 80 million years in a ‘land without teeth’.
In the blink of time since humans and their furry friends set foot on Aotearoa’s shores, 50 species of birds have disappeared forever. Until very recently we had three species of native bats, but when a rat plague swept across South West Cape Island in the 1960s, the greater short-tailed bat was wiped off the planet. Fossil records show that tuatara were once found right across New Zealand, but they disappeared from the mainland after kiore arrived.
New Zealand’s poster child for threatened species conservation is the kākāpō, now restricted to a handful of predator-free offshore islands. What you may not know is that those big green nocturnal parrots were once as common as sparrows, and just 150 years ago explorer Charlie Douglas talked of “simply shaking the tree or bush till they tumbled on the ground, something like shaking down apples. I have seen as many as a half a dozen Kakapos knocked off one tutu bush this way.”
By 1991 there were only 51 kākāpō left, which we have only just managed to triple in the past 25 years.
The moment that the first kiore leaped off a waka and scuttled up the beach, and the kuri bounded into the bush, time started to run out for many of our most beloved species. Some 600 years later when our European ancestors made it to New Zealand, the onslaught of mammalian invaders they brought with them would prove to be a tide of teeth that might not have been turned back. Until now. With the Predator Free movement that has been building in momentum over the past five years, culminating in an announcement by the Prime Minister in 2016 that we would aspire to a ‘‘Predator Free New Zealand by 2050’, government agencies, businesses, communities, individuals and iwi have taken up the challenge to eradicate small furry animals with great gusto.
Bringing back the dawn chorus – the real reason for a Predator Free 2050.
The bit that occasionally gets lost in this rallying cry is the reason we have taken up arms against those introduced mammals. We’re not doing it because we enjoy the thought of killing other creatures and that a body count is the target. We’re doing this out of necessity because these introduced mammals are killers that our ancient wildlife could never hope to keep up with, and because we simply do not have the benefit of time. In order to give our wildlife a chance to survive and thrive, it is necessary that we remove the threats.
For those of us who love animals, the New Zealand context of conservation can be a bitter pill to swallow. The myriad introduced animals that have made it to our shores did not choose to be here.
It is not the fault of stoats, rats or possums that they are here and doing such damage to our many precious native species. While we have very clear goals to remove them, and an urgent need to do so swiftly, we need to proceed with respect and understanding, and to make sure that we treat those animals in a way that is as humane, effective and justifiable as possible.
Stone cold killers?
I wrote recently of attending the launch of the Jane Goodall Institute in New Zealand. In our conversations, they’ve questioned the appropriateness of encouraging young people to trap and they have pointed out that children who are cruel to animals can grow up to be cruel to other people. There is some research to suggest that they are right.
I agree that we should not be encouraging our young people to be cruel to other living things. For families involved in pest control activities like trapping, context is king. Kiwi kids who want to do trapping (like these two Wellington girls) tend to have a good understanding of why they’re doing it and full credit to their parents and others for making that clear.
I also reckon that we should encourage our children to take a moment to think about the animal’s life that has just been taken. Many hunters and indigenous cultures pay respect to the animal they have dispatched, so why not spare a thought for the animals we find in our traps? I have changed my views on this over time. I once spoke of the need for “everyone to go out and snot some small furry animal,” and now I think that was flippant and unkind. It’s not easy to kill another living thing, and nor should it be.
There has been criticism of the plethora of social media photos of grinning Kiwi faces dangling a dead rat by the tail, or thrusting a squashed stoat toward the camera. My take on the rise of ‘stoat selfies’ is that the grins aren’t about the death of a fellow animal, but the celebration of yet another important step in the journey to bringing back our native wildlife.
True kaitiakitanga and guardianship of our native wildlife is making sure that our birds, reptiles and invertebrates have a safe place to live. The key to getting it right is to hold onto empathy for other living things along the way.
This post originally featured on the Spinoff.
Conservation Week 2017 encourages you to love your backyard through getting involved in activities and events either in your own backyard or in our big New Zealand backyard.