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Dynamic naturalist Michael Blencowe has travelled the globe to uncover the fascinating backstories of eleven extinct animals, which he shares with charm and insight in Gone.Really, really well written CHRIS PACKHAM Inspired by his childhood obsession with extinct species, Blencowe takes us around the globe from the forests of New Zealand to the ferries of Finland, from the urban sprawl of San Francisco to an inflatable crocodile on Brightons Widewater Lagoon. Spanning five centuries, from the last sighting of New Zealands Upland Moa to the 2012 death of the Pinta Island Giant Tortoise, Lonesome George, his memoir is peppered with the accounts of the hunters and naturalists of the past as well as revealing conversations with the custodians of these totemic animals today. Featuring striking artworks that resurrect these forgotten creatures, each chapter focuses on a different animal, revealing insights into their unique characteristics and habitats; the history of their discovery and just how and when they came to be lost to us. Blencowe inspects the only known remains of a Huia egg at Te Papa, New Zealand; views hundreds of specimens of deceased Galapagos tortoises and Xerces Blue butterflies in the California Academy of Sciences; and pays his respects to the only soft tissue remains of the Dodo in the world. Warm, wry and thought-provoking, Gone shows that while each extinction story is different, all can inform how we live in the future. Discover and learn from the stories of the:
  • Great Auk. A majestic flightless seabird of the North Atlantic and the original penguin.
  • Spectacled Cormorant. The ludicrous bird from the remote islands of the Bering Sea.
  • Stellers Sea Cow. An incredible ten tonne dugong with skin as furrowed as oak bark.
  • Upland Moa. The improbable birds and the one-time rulers of New Zealand.
  • Huia. The unique bird with two beaks and twelve precious tail feathers.
  • South Island Kkako. The orange-wattled crow, New Zealands elusive Grey Ghost.
  • Xerces Blue. The gossamer-winged butterfly of the San Francisco sand dunes.
  • Pinta Island Tortoise. The slow-moving, long-lived giant of the Galpagos Islands.
  • Dodo. The superstar of extinction.
  • Schomburgks Deer. A mysterious deer from the wide floodplains of central Thailand.
Ivells Sea Anemone. A see-through sea creature known only from southern England. A modern must-read for anyone interested in protecting our earth and its incredible wildlife, Gone is an evocative call to conserve what we have before it is lost forever.

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GONE A SEARCH FOR WHAT REMAINS OF THE WORLDS EXTINCT CREATURES Michael Blencowe - photo 1
GONE

A SEARCH FOR WHAT REMAINS OF THE WORLDS EXTINCT CREATURES

Michael Blencowe

CONTENTS Introduction The Booth Museum of Natural History Chapter One Great - photo 2
CONTENTS

Introduction
The Booth Museum of Natural History

Chapter One
Great Auk (Pinguinus impennis)

Chapter Two
Spectacled Cormorant (Phalacrocorax perspicillatus)

Chapter Three
Stellers Sea Cow (Hydrodamalis gigas)

Chapter Four
Upland Moa (Megalapteryx didinus)

Chapter Five
Huia (Heteralocha acutirostris)

Chapter Six
South Island Kkako (Callaeas cinereus)

Chapter Seven
Xerces Blue (Glaucopsyche xerces)

Chapter Eight
Pinta Island Tortoise (Chelonoidis abingdonii)

Chapter Nine
Dodo (Raphus cucullatus)

Chapter Ten
Schomburgks Deer (Rucervus schomburgki)

Chapter Eleven
Ivells Sea Anemone (Edwardsia ivelli)

INTRODUCTION The Booth Museum of Natural History The Booth Museum of Natural - photo 3
INTRODUCTION
The Booth Museum of Natural History
The Booth Museum of Natural History Three minutes to twelve Its always three - photo 4

The Booth Museum of Natural History

Three minutes to twelve. Its always three minutes to twelve.

Ive tried to stay hopeful, I really have, but Ive just never been able to shake the feeling that Im constantly living in the last moments of a countdown. My entire life Ive been shackled to the irrational belief that, at any second, the final whistles going to blow and my life will come crashing down around me. So, Ive always steered clear of long-term plans and avoided putting things off until tomorrow, just in case.

Switching on the news these days, my anxious foreboding seems less like a crazed state of mind and more like a reasonable response to the times were living in. When I was a child, I imagined the world to be vast, balanced and indestructible, but sat here watching forests burn and icecaps melt it seems vulnerable, fragile and somehow smaller.

If other people can see hope for the future, Im afraid I dont share their optimism. In fact, these days Im finding myself increasingly adrift, disconnected from the other 7.8 billion Homo sapiens on the planet. Ive started wondering whether I could defect from the human race altogether, maybe align myself with another species, one that doesnt seem hellbent on destroying the world. Aardvarks perhaps. They seem happy enough hiding away in a burrow all day, sneaking out at night to eat ants and cucumbers.

On those days when everything feels particularly hopeless, I always seem to find myself stood here, staring up at the weathered redbrick facade of this Victorian building. Set high above its embellished arches is a turquoise-rimmed clock. The time reads three minutes to twelve. It was three minutes to twelve when I first stood in this spot 30 years ago and, as far as anyone can recall, it has always been three minutes to twelve here. Not that I would want anybody to repair the rusted cogs and gears of that broken clock. Its motionless hands are just another of the many quirks that make this place so peculiar, so special, so timeless. For three decades this building has been my refuge against the world, and these days I need it more than ever. I step up through the bright red wooden doors and into the Booth Museum of Natural History. The world changes.

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The Booth Museum exists in its own light, its own climate, its own time. I pause for a moment and close my eyes, soaking up the silence and allowing the world outside to fade away. Upon opening them I find the attendant at the front desk has lowered her paperback and is observing me suspiciously over the rim of her glasses. She nods a wary greeting, I respond with a smile and her thumb clicks the handheld tally counter adding me to todays total. Just another visitor at the Booth.

This extraordinary museum lurks unassumingly along Dyke Road, the tree-lined residential avenue that connects the coastal city of Brighton to one of Englands best-loved landscapes: the rolling chalk hills of Sussexs South Downs. The museum was built in 1874 by ornithologist Edward Booth. Booth loved birds and he enthusiastically pursued his passion with his double-barrelled eight-bore percussion shotgun with dolphin hammers and Damascus steel barrels. A display cabinet holds Booths gun along with the battered waterproof sandals and souwester he would pull on before tramping the wet marshes and moors hunting his quarry. His dream was to collect and display a specimen of every species of British bird in every plumage. Theres a posed photograph of Booth bearded, suited and steely-eyed staring off camera as if hes just caught sight of some elusive warbler that requires shooting, stuffing and displaying in his collection.

Born in 1840, three years after Queen Victoria ascended the throne, Booths behaviour, which today seems reprehensible, was typical of a nineteenth-century naturalist. Victorian society was enthralled by the natural world and they demonstrated their admiration through coveting, collecting and categorising it. Birds, butterflies, ferns, eggs, seaweeds, shells, you name it if the Victorians could get their hands on it, theyd kill it, skin it, stuff it, press it and pin it. Their collections and curios, local or exotic, were displayed as a statement of their wealth, status and intellect. Just beyond the museums entrance theres a reconstruction of a typical dimly lit parlour, the showcase of the Victorian home. Amid the shadows, the iridescent wings of tropical birds glimmer within glass domes and metallic blue butterflies lie meticulously ordered in serried ranks in the drawers of polished mahogany cabinets. Collecting turned into an obsession for certain men with the time, money and means: country clergy, colonels recently retired from the Empires front lines or, in the case of Edward Booth, those who had inherited a substantial family fortune. When Booths expanding bird collection threatened to engulf the family home, he built this museum to house his overflowing hobby. Yet, while other Victorian museums crammed their cabinets with regimented rows of birds in strict scientific order, Booth was a pioneer in presenting his specimens posed within three-dimensional replicas of their natural habitats: dioramas. A yellowhammer broadcasts a silent song from a facsimile of a farmyard fence. Guillemots and razorbills jostle on sculpted sea cliffs. Two swooping skylarks defend their nest from a predatory stoat. Inside each diorama a different species is immortalised in a frozen moment, a recreation of the life that Booth had taken away. Upon his own death in 1890, Booth bequeathed his museum to the people of Brighton.

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