A walk On The Wild Side with Testudo
hermanni by John Thompson
On a recent family summer holiday in
Acharavi in northern Corfu we took great delight in observing wild Testudo hermanni in their
natural environment. We enjoy walking and looking up to the hills from Acharavi
town. It wasn’t long before we discovered tracks leading off the main street up
to the hill farms and olive groves, olives being the second largest industry in
Corfu
after tourism.
Much of the land on the hillsides is
devoted to the growing of olives by many generations and some of the trees are
extremely old. The best of the flora and fauna however is found by the tracts
of land sandwiched between two larger areas of primary forest. Here one can
find mature Mediterranean oaks and a variety of plant life not dissimilar to a
primary forest in Britain.
I stumbled over the first tortoise quite by
accident as I was trying to get a closer look at some large emerald green
beetles flying high up in a fig tree feeding on the ripe fruit. On looking down
to examine the thistle thorns that had irritated my leg I saw within inches of
my left foot a beautifully camouflaged juvenile tortoise about the size of a
fig. Thankful that I had not trodden on it I counted two distinct growth rings
on its shell and after identifying it as Testudo hermanni put it back and made
a careful retreat.
After that first exciting find we
deliberately set off in search of tortoises. It wasn’t easy, and we found the
best way was to stop and listen in likely territory.
The next encounter came about from hearing
the high-pitched squeaks of a mating male in thick undergrowth. Sure enough on
further investigation, and further irritation to the legs from the thick
brambles, there was a large female being embraced by a passionate male half her
size. Unlike the clear markings of the young juvenile these two had hardly any
markings at all, no visible growth rings and their light-coloured shells were
pitted and cracked, giving a first impression of great age. On closer
inspection my guess is that they had been fire-damaged and further clues to
this theory were a number of blackened dead trees in the vicinity which had
obviously been the victims of a fire some years earlier. On the positive side
these two tortoises appeared otherwise in good health and able to breed new
generations.
For the duration of the two-week holiday we
went out tortoise hunting on a daily basis but it was only when we discovered
an area that we aptly named 'Tortoise Wood' that we could guarantee success in
finding our quarry. Tortoise Wood is a two-acre patch of typical primary
Mediterranean forest with a floor of grasses, brambles and dry leaves. Sitting
quietly here in the broken shade of this wood was a wonderful experience, away
from the hurly burly activities of the tourists. There was lots to see:
lizards, butterflies, birds, the occasional snake, a wide variety of insects
(my favourite being the large emerald green beetles) and of course - the
tortoises.
Against the background chorus of whirring
cicadas and bird song we became experts at distinguishing between the distant
breeze-blown rustle of dead leaves and that of a tortoise on the move. Once the
general direction was identified, creeping quietly closer would usually result
in a visual fix of moving vegetation and finally the tortoise itself. I became
obsessed and spend many hours in Tortoise Wood.
Within this area alone during our holiday
we found five males and two females and I frequently found the same tortoises
on different days, but it was always just as exciting. On one thrilling
occasion in the wood I was awoken from a hot mid-day siesta by what sounded
like a cat-sized animal making a considerable noise by thrashing around in the
undergrowth about twenty yards from me. A visual contact proved me wrong. There
were three tortoises together, two males frantically pursuing a female about
twice their size and judging by her efforts to escape she wasn’t interested.
These specimens were a picture of health and undamaged by fire.
I suspect we found more males than females
because they are distinctly more active in defending a territory or seeking out
a mate; neither did we find another juvenile and I think we were lucky to have
seen what we did. If a tortoise isn’t on the move or making some kind of noise
it’s incredibly hard to find.
Now we’re back home in England
the memories of watching these fascinating creatures in the wild will keep me
going for the winter months until the next trip. My own two tortoises are
safely hibernating in the garage in their special boxes and in spite of the
poor summer they had put on more than the average amount of weight.
My advice to anyone intending to embark on
a similar experience is to use insect repellant to discourage hungry horseflies
and wear good walking shoes and long trousers to protect the legs from
brambles, burrs and thistles. I was scratching prickles from my legs weeks
after this unforgettable holiday but it was well worth it!
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