31st October 2025 - Ben Edge

Ben Edge at Avebury

I haven't had much to say the last couple of days.  Been listening to the new book by Philip Pullman the last of the trilogy about Lyra it is called 'The Rose Field'.  Pondering on shadows/spirits and dust and material beings and maybe avenging angels in the black space. 

But the 31st October has arrived, and as long as you don't open your door to that knock then visitations from the graveyard should be far and few.

So what turned up this morning?  Ben Edge an artist of the folklore of this island of Albion and his rather wonderful interpretation of the weird and wonderful that lies behind our folklore.  I know Liam will dismiss this artist as childish but at least it gives us a break from you know who, that orange topped man with the red tie.

But as someone who has watched the Druids parade around the stones in their white gowns his paintings  makes me smile.

Here is his 'Children of Albion' at the Fitzrovia Chapel,  the exhibition of which opens in November.  In the short video below you will see the rather large crowd who have gathered together to clean The White Horse of Uffington, who probably does stretch far back into prehistory, the token animal of a tribe.

 Happy Halloween everyone xxx

And as always a poem to be found.   John Hooker on the Soliloquies of a Chalk Giant.

Chalk

A memorial of its origins, chalk in barns and churches
moulders in rain and damp;petrified creatures swim
in its depths.

It is domestic, with the homeliness of an ancient
hearth exposed to the weather, pale with the ash of
countless primeval fires. Here the plough grates on an
urnfield, the green plover stands with crest erect on
a royal mound.

Chalk is the moon's stone; the skeleton is native to its
soil. It looks anaemic, but has submerged the type-sites
of successive cultures. Stone, bronze, iron; all are assimilated to
its nature;
and the hill-forts follow its curves.

These, surely, are the works of giants; temples
re-dedicated to the sky-god, spires fashioned for the
lords of bowmen;

Spoils of the worn idol, squat Venus of the mines.

Druids leave their shops in the midsummer solstice;
neophytes tread an antic measure to the antlered god.
Men who trespass are soon absorbed, horns laid beside
them in the ground. The burnt-out tank waits beside
the barrow.

The god is a graffito carved on the belly of the chalk,
his savage gesture subdued by the stuff of his creation.
He is taken up like a gaunt white doll by the round hills,
wrapped around by the long pale hair of the fields

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Edit.  The Children of Albion.  Article in the Guardian 28th Oct.2025

26th October 2025

When times were different:  Steve Reed mentioned Space Odyssey 2001 and I remember going to see it.  When I looked it up it had been released in May 1968.  Must have been pregnant then because I gave birth to my daughter in August.  As a film it just blew me away.  The black monolith turning in space, yet no answer for its being there.  The renegade computer called Hal, cutting the lifeline of one of the aeronauts as he works in space, the killing of the cryonic people frozen in time for the settling on a new planet.  But before that, I must have seen as a child Robbie the Robot in 'Forbidden Planet'.  All those years back and yet Musk still has not cracked the nut of space travel to other planets...hmm

The first AI computers were born and HAL proved that things can go awry easily enough as he rebels against the humans. As a note of comfort, a human person did manage to disable him/it/HAL (I'm not sexing a computer;) and HAL pleads for its presence/life.  I have lived through the coming of the dawn of computers, as a young child who became obsessed with H.G.Wells and his sci-fi stories.  The space age was definitely an opening story to life, shame it fizzled down to little robotic hoovers trailing around on the carpet with often the cat sitting on it.

And talking of cats Mollie is no longer constipated thank goodness.  How do you cure a cat and administer  some magical potion of medicine? You swaddle them in a towel and as they open their mouths to complain you squirt the medicine in with the pipit you are holding in the other hand.

There was a programme in the night discussing a washing the dishes robot but surely the dishwasher fulfils that role.  Slightly disappointed!  If you look at the Americans who land on Robbie's planet, you will see a version of America we all thought of them then, clean shaven and noble.  How did Trump arrive on the scene of history? by what paths did he waddle towards the ways of a fascist and authoritanism state.  A different state of which was defeated in the year I was born.

Slightly disorientated this morning, the clocks have gone back an hour, once I had worked that out my day proceeds normally.

22nd October 2025

 Let me fill the white space with words.  Firstly Phillip Pullman has brought out a new book, the final book on Lyra, we shall see.  It is called 'The Rose Field' Lyra is looking for her daemon.  Daemons are attachments of animals that reflect the person they accompany, as I haven't read all the books I don't know when the loss occurred.  But it was noticeable on the radio this morning that Pullman was very against AI which goes round vacuuming up all the knowledge in the world.  And presumably regurgitating it into new computer speak.

I did a little study of left-handedness yesterday. I am left handed and have gone through life unperturbed by being so.  True at kindergarten the nuns tried to make me use my right hand but I could not. Apparently though you are sometimes seen as neurodivergent and could have other neurological offsets.  In practice 10% of us are l/h and it just means we use the different sides of our brain differently.  We are indistinguishable from the rest of the population by the way ;) ;) but perhaps my need for a daemon distinguishes me a little.

Of course not to forget that l/h is sometimes referred to as 'sinister'.  This because sinister in Latin meant left, and so sometimes through history, those l/h persons were often seen as evil and dark and witchlike.  Well as it is coming up to Halloween - who knows?

I made a fish pie yesterday, it was slightly austere because there was no cream to enrich the very lemony sauce I cover the fish with.  But a few garlicked mushrooms and plenty of grated cheese on the mash enlivened it.  I had picked up some sprouts that morning, love sprouts but they are not for everyone, that includes Andrew.  I think sprouts have improved since our childhood recollections of them, they have a more nutty and sweet flavour.  

Anyway Andrew went out later and got some cream for the first apple crumble of the season, which is probably my most favourite of puddings.  My next favourite pudding is Eton Mess, a gloriously messy jumble of meringue, strawberries and cream.  Can also bring on a headache because of the richness.  My third favourite must be Bakewell Tart but it should have home made jam at its base to compliment the ground almonds above.

And just because these are fading as winter approaches....

Remember bluebells will be appearing in the spring...........

 

Interlude

 I haven't got much to say, but it is raining outside and it reminded me of the temple, the rain is falling very gently though.  The travellers are back.  The unloading of Italian food has been undertaken and also a large old wooden pestle, the mortar was too heavy and expensive to bring back.  What else, another Mary and Jesus to add to the collection.  My daughter collects but she is not religious.  But occasionally, just occasionally she finds paintings or prints of both to hang on the wall.

Collections are funny things, and I am not a collector of anything, maybe books but a lot of those have gone to Oxfam.  Once one of Paul's clients had several boxes of religious icons delivered to the studio.  They had been in his cousin's basement for thirty years.  What was the point?  were they collected to go up in value.  Needless to say they were dark and unattractive.  We all unwrapped them, they were checked and then went back into the boxes again.

Just the thing for Sunday

 Blackthorn Cottage

But then if you want your blood pressure up, biggest protest in history.  Well maybe but remember to keep the pressure up. No Kings crowds.

Silbury

 

It is International Archaeology Day, the third Saturday in the month of October. And Silbury Hill went through my wallpaper on the computer.  It stands proud in the landscape,  often surrounded by water, the information says

Silbury Hill in Wiltshire, England, may seem like a simple slope in the countryside. However, it conceals a 4,500-year-old Neolithic enigma. Starting around 2400 BCE, chalk was locally quarried, transported and compacted by hand, layer by layer, over generations. The result is the tallest prehistoric mound in Europe, built entirely by human effort, rising to over 39 metres.

There were actually three mounds built within a few miles of each other.  The Marlborough Mound, standing conspicuously in the grounds of Marlborough College, school to many a British scholar, and in the Pewsey Valley, Marden Mound now razed to the ground over the centuries.  The Marlborough Mound, only recently seen as a Neolithic monument is  rather messed up by being part of the school's playground.

But to return to Silbury, Paul's great love and where he wanted his ashes thrown, though this later translated to the Yorkshire village we had settled in and loved.  The flat top is something of a conundrum, some would argue that it was a Saxon defense.  Marlborough was a Saxon town and there were several battles fought in the area.  Other theories have it as a catchment area for water or a copy of the Egyptian pyramids.

I have written so much about the hill I shall stop but leave you with an old photograph taken by Jacquetta Hawkes.  The photo must be about 70 years old but the hill is still the same but throwing a great cone shaped shadow. 

 Bones of our wild forefathers

O forgive,
If now we pierce the chambers of your rest,
And open your dark pillows to the eye
Of the irreverent Day!
Hark, as we move,
Runs no stern whisper through the narrow vault?
Flickers no shape across our torch-light pale,
With backward beckoning arm?
No, all is still.
O that it were not!
O that sound or sign,
Vision, or legend, or the eagle glance
Of science, could call back thy history lost,
Green Pyramid of the plains, from far-ebbed Time!
O that the winds which kiss thy flowery turf
Could utter how they first beheld thee rise;
When in his toil the jealous Savage paused,
Drew deep his chest, pushed back his yellow hair,
And scanned the growing hill with reverent gaze,
-Or haply, how they gave their fitful pipe**
To join the chant prolonged o'er warriors cold
. -Or how the Druid's mystic robe they swelled;
Or from thy blackened brow on wailing wing
The solemn sacrificial ashes bore,
To strew them where now smiles the yellow corn,
Or where the peasant treads the Churchward***path

Emmeline Fisher

An unknown poet from Wiltshire, but her mother was a first cousin of Wordsworth.  Born 1825 and died in 1864.  Some information on Emmeline to be found here and here on Emmeline's poetry (Wordsworth thought she was a genius)

Fires and energy

“on the verge of realizing that the sun, which already provides us light and warmth and photosynthesis, is also willing to provide us the power we need to run our lives. We are on the verge of turning to the heavens for energy instead of to hell. It won’t happen automatically, and I don’t know if we will do it, at least in the short window physics is giving us to deal with climate change.”

― Bill McKibben, Here Comes the Sun: A Last Chance for the Climate and a Fresh Chance for Civilization.

This is taken from the book I am listening to - the rise of energy from the sun and wind.  China, India and Pakistan are the front runners.  Solar panels and wind turbines now dot the landscape.  And I know to some peeps on here this desecration of the land makes them angry.  But the burning of fossil fuels has to stop, we have almost put an end to burning coal and with our reliance on gas from Russia, an unholy alliance which might bring Europe to its knees we have to explore other ways in getting the energy we need.

On many journeys in the past we drove past the great turbines with their blades turning slowly.  Sometimes they were still, no wind the naysayers will say, what do you do then, but storage in the form of batteries I believe, will go somewhat to relieve that.  I have seen them out to sea on the Norfolk coast, and there is the scheme of putting them up in the North Sea on Doggerland.

I must admit the taking of great chunks of farmland for the placement of solar panels is a bit daunting to contemplate but the future must be thought about for our children and those that follow.

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North Yorkshire Moors:  I fell in love with this landscape years ago, you can see the brown of the heather.  A vast waste land one could almost call it, until a farmer may decide to cultivate this difficult acidic soil.  There are of course sheep roaming about eating at the patches of green grass that appears but you can see the ruined farmhouses around this area 'up top' on the moors to know it is an unforgiving landscape.

In the news clip it shows the result of a fire that has been going for quite a few weeks now on the North Yorkshire Moors and seems to have come under control now.  The Langdale Moor near to the Fylingdales army station. The fire had retreated below ground through the peat and this of course means that the fire can continue.  The moor land is just smoking at the moment and farmers take water tanks fixed to their tractors to dampen the area.

An investigation will go on as to why the fire started, it could have been a picnic, a deliberate attempt, or it could have been the drought we had through the summer.

15th October 2025

 Mission — Friends of Bridestones Rewilded

Good news yesterday, or so I hope.  Bridestone Moor, approximately 114 acres of moorland has been bought for 'rewilding' by a local group of people.  The princely sum of £387,000 has been raised and it is now a done deal.

Reading the blog highlighted below I am not too sure of whether shooting will take place of the red legged grouse the species that live up on this moor,  and there is some speculation of how to approach control.  See here  Though of course nature has always worked that one out.  It is only humankind that upset the balance.

Traditional conservation of species through managed populations is not always in keeping with rewilding values. There remain conflicting arguments surrounding the ecological importance of species such as the red grouse because there is a history of it being a managed species bred and released on moorlands for game shooting. This means that the numbers and distribution of red grouse today may not reflect that of natural population if unmanaged. The natural selection pressures that determine the delicate balance of species numbers and cohabitation with other species, are difficult to predict and replicate.

The poor old red legged grouse is a game bird, The Glorious 12th and all that.  I can see how this land got sold off, there is a public right on the moor to visit the area and especially the Bridestones, as we did the other week.  Members of the public are not allowed to be shot!

A grouse butt for hiding in because those grouse are such bullies.  Sorry

Funnily enough I haven't seen any butts up on the moors here not like the North Yorkshire moors pictured above.  You can see that I am no fan of shooting the millions of introduced and bred pheasants. And grouse.  So already we are talking of a 'managed environment' if they allow shooting on the moor.

Apparently the grouse are prone to worm, this due to overgrazing of the heather so this is somewhat of a break in their breeding.  But medicated grit is also put down to help with this problem of worms.

It will be good to see the Belted Galloway cattle up on the moor, I saw them down on the Cornish moors such as Bodmin Moor.

West Yorkshire moor brought under community ownership - Co-operative News

14th October 2025

 So the release went through of the Israeli hostages and the Palestinian prisoners, for which much rejoicing.  But of course this is only a fragile beginning of hope to a better world.  And yes Trump must be thanked for his contribution to peacemaking, though I believe it was his son-in-law in his wheeling and dealing with the Arab states that brought people together.  Now the solution.

The Autumn darkness creeps in, I have the bright pinkness of geraniums flowering on my windowsill, plants grateful for being saved and brought into the warmth.

On the family front I am 'home alone', daughter and partner having gone to Genoa for a few days.  Photographs through email.  I am perfectly happy to stay in one place and be still, listening to members of the crow family greeting each other this morning.  Soon the Canadian geese will fly over to the canal and then the ducks hitting the water with a splash, both species ready to happily collect the food people will throw in.  Not bread of course is the usual mantra but bird seed and frozen peas.  The problem is I have never walked along the towpath with a packet of frozen peas.....

I am looking for photos to decorate and cannot find recent ones this is because they are still on my camera and I can't be a**** to find the camera, maybe later but two photos I have picked up along the way, the first is Japanese Anemones

They were in the Bath garden and had come from a garden in Box near Bath 

 and have never escaped out into the 'wild'.  I suspect they have long since gone because the old house was 'done up' by the retired people who bought it and has been shaped into a modern version of goodness knows what.

The second is Amitabha  Buddha of Eternal light, from the Edo period.  There is a certain smug satisfaction in that face.  He is associated with infinite life and happiness and if you call on him at the point of death he will take you to his Pure Land.  A nice thought if it were true.  Religions offer such prizes to keep you going through life ;)  One can read about him in this wiki.  

Mollie the cat is meowing furiously at my feet, I have turned the radiator down.  Now there is someone heading for Eternal Life, must be 23 years old now and still going strong.

This is the Place

 This is going to be a bitty blog post.  Random thoughts brought together.  We live in hope, or so Rebecca Solnit would want for us. The first thought has been nagging at the back of my brain the last few days.  We live next door to an Asian family, when I moved in a couple of years ago (or longer) the little boy came up to me and said "hello, I am your neighbour", whenever their cricket ball thumps my window and I feel cross I remember that.  

There is a small Muslim community in Tod, I see the men going to prayer many days.  The Singh community and the Muslim community help when there is a flooding crisis in the town they bring in food and help to clear the  houses of water. Surely very neighbourly.

I think up North they have a very different attitude to people of other religions.  Yes I know the terrible thing that happened in Manchester when another fanatical Muslim person attacked at the Jewish synagogue, it was terrible but it was one crazily stupid terrorist.  He was shot dead by the police and a vigil was held for the two Jewish men who had died at this moment in time.

Tony Walsh wrote a poem, it was given out at the last time time in 2022, at the concert in Manchester Arena when another terrorist bomber killed 22 people, mostly youngsters 'This is the Place' you can find it in the highlighted link.

We have Andy Burnham as the mayor of Manchester now and listening to him speaking on the religious programme this morning, he said he was a lapsed Catholic.  Same as me, though actually it was the young child in me at Sunday school, who asked the pertinent question as I looked down at my prayer book.  So, if that bearded man is God of us all, why do Chinese and all those other people on the planet not believe in him? That thought scuppered my religious beginnings from an early age.

But one thing I am fairly sure about is that Jesus's teachings were right to love one's neighbour.  And so today, I fervently hope that the hostages will be released in Palestine tomorrow and that some kind of peace will be arrived at,  And that terrible broken place of Palestine will one day be rebuilt.

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As usual blowing their own Northern trumpets!!!

This is the place in the North West of England

It’s ace, it’s the best and the songs that we sing

From the stands, from our bands set the whole planet shaking

Our inventions are legends! There’s nowt we can’t make and

10th October 2025

 Is Google trying to take over my own searches, or is this some diabolical plot to take over my blog.  Foolishness aside, I am getting tired of all the changes that happen on my computer.  There has been a 'shock' of emails about if I had Window 11.  Could not find out myself but Andrew found that I was indeed programmed by Window 11.  Microsoft and Dell have since gone quiet, but I notice subtle changes in the programming.

Also, this makes me cross, instead of allowing me entry into sites, I have to show my pin number.  And horrors of horror, why should I have Bing and is it MSN news page that pops up from my left hand side?

And weirdly The Guardian isn't allowed on the sodding Bing site. End of small rant.

I should go on to a news revue but all I can do is wait for the release of the hostages without any thing terrible happening but also grateful that the Palestinian news has reached a small plateau of discussion.

Amy at Whitby

 Yes it is the storm at Whitby.  I do get homesick for Whitby, though I know it is not my hometown.  But walking down to the quay early morning and watching the waves break across the pier gives you an awareness of the sea.  I still have that childish notion that the sea is going to tip over into space as our planet whizzes around.

I am frightened of the sea but it's beauty as a storm roars through needs to be contemplated with awe.

You will see the piers and then two fisherman walk along even as the waves tower above and think how foolish they are.  I remember in another storm how idiotic people were wandering along the stone jetties, and some had even been trapped in a safety hole in the wall.  Firemen and Lifeguard men had to come and rescue them and  guide them to safety.

I have almost been drowned in the sea, as children we were allowed to go off ourselves down to the beach, and one embarrassing time I had a ring round my tummy in the water. When somehow the ring managed to find the equal weight of my body and I turned and turned and turned head over heels in the water.  Luckily someone saw me and I was rescued.

Safe Harbour

Lobster pots

The constant force of the sea wears away the coastline, and this also happens in Whitby. the little small black mark, St Mary's church to the right of the Abbey ruins is perilously near to the cliffs and already the graves are beginning to tumble down.

Here is Paul's tale on the subject.

6th October 2025

 

The Co-Op: To be found in Todmorden, now it is 'The Kindness Cafe' and where we had lunch yesterday.  It was very full and Matilda's and my food was very late, the other two had eaten up their meals.  It is part of the kindness charity that lays at the work of many people who volunteer in Todmorden.  For £8 you can get, a vegan breakfast meal, or a vegetarian meal, or a carnivore's meal of sausages.  This of course is the only way to go to cater for the wide variety of tastes.

"fair exchange, just price, and the right to charity."

The Co-op started down North as people came together and questioned the right of the mill owner to his wealth and why wasn't it spread more widely. It came because a movement had formed called Owenism and the people who spread this gospel called Owenites  The movement came into being in Rochdale under the many co-operatives forming, in about 1844, spreading out to the large towns such as Huddersfield and Manchester.  Owen built a rural community next to his works, this was an experiment in an Utopian vision. The town of Saltaire is very much an example of this, built by Titus Salt for the great mill factory he had established and then with housing built for the mill workers and managers.

Listening to Zak Polanski of the Green Party and his talk on the media exchange and one cannot but feel he is carrying on the tradition as he rails against the wealthy (and about time).  The right to charity has of course been replaced by the social network that provides help too many people.  Also I notice that the old hot potato, Universal Basic Income for everyone, has been pulled out of the dusty cupboard of Green Socialism.

The Co-op as a supermarket is more expensive than either Aldi or Lidl but it can be found in most towns Up North.  Not in Tod but in Hebden Bridge, and are they being snobbish? (or perhaps loyal to the traditions of the area) to only allow the Co-op supermarket in the town.

After the wedding a couple of weeks ago, the flowers had to be cleared off the tables for the next wedding event, so we brought ours home and some of them dried as well, a good memory of the wedding.

4th October 2025

Thursday Evening:  The wind is picking up outside, a medium type storm, heavy rain and its glitter on the road.  We need peace, people are starting to agitate, against so many things.  A memory that flashed through my F/B page yesterday from 11 years back.

The green tunnel of trees you drive through before reaching Blakes Wood.

 

Sweet chestnut

One doesn't have to name the marvellous family of fungi whose long tendrils writhe around in the soil, feeding the trees maybe but when that damp, slightly warm air of Autumn comes along.  They appear, amongst the fallen leaves, twigs and branches they cling to.  An Autumn feast? An Autumn Death? Take your pick.

 

3rd October 2025

To start with a new discovery, there is a Radio 3U (unwind) programme that I switch on every morning with its calming music it sets the day.  At the moment I am listening to Erland Cooper who I discovered a few weeks ago.  Here he is at Stonehenge being very artistic I'm afraid but I'm sure he will grow up one day.  He uses the violin a bit like another composer, John Tavener, not the 15th century John Taverner (notice subtle change of surname.)  But there again, I see the 'artistic temperament' is on show again.  Perhaps Hadley Freeman had it right ;) ;)

The modern Tavener creates religious music as did the old Taverner, it must appeal to some sort of ex Catholic faith that lingers in my soul. Listening I realise it is that moment when the bow is drawn across the violin it still makes a shiver go down my spine as we plunge into the music.

Family wise, well for a few days it has just been me and Andrew at home, Karen went off to Vevey to see her aunt and came back yesterday afternoon.  At the weekend Andrew's son will be down.  Andrew had been plotting a big walk but with Storm Amy? on the horizon it might be cancelled, then on Saturday afternoon they go to Leeds for the football match.  Matilda will also be down to have her hair done.  It's cheaper coming back to Tod then hairdressers in London.

Yesterday patched up the pocket of some linen shorts Andrew had bought from one of the second hand sites for their trip to Genoa.  Hopefully that holiday goes off safely the whole world is in the stages of unrest.  My sewing ability is hampered by my eyesight, yet I can still thread a needle but knitting is getting a bit difficult.  I hate dropping stitches and then having to pick them up but it keeps me focused.

Lucy The sun worshipper, now just dust in Normanby. She has nicked Paul's foot cushion out of his study and now sits at the back door catching the sun.

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A nature campaigner has died.  Doctor Jane Goodall and her lifetime work with chimpanzees is a person who was often on our radio.  She asked us to acknowledge 'the others' in this world.  The animals,  that cannot speak out for themselves.  Luckily there are people who work to save many creatures from the devastating harm we do to the elephants, lions,  orangutans and the many creatures who are sold in the exotic animal market.  We are kind to our domestic dogs and cats, well most anyway, but we should be aware that that watch on your wrist or that computer you are reading this now has had components that may have come from some far distant land and messed up the ecosystem for good.  

It is a never ending fight to protect the equal rights of these animals, we have driven many to the edge of extinction it is up to us to redress the balance.  People like Doctor Jane Goodall is of course a superb example of what to do, she dedicated her whole life to the job.

Jane Goodall's last interview

1st October 2025

A Japanese moss garden.  Formal gardens in Japan have a simplicity about them but they are sculptured into a final form of beauty.  Think of the 'cloud' trees manicured to perfection.  So it is not my kind of garden, but this moss garden with its islands of greenery standing out from the moss is peaceful.  Nature in Japan is more recognised in a ritual or religious sense.  And yes I haven't been to Japan but for a time I have been watching and learning about the culture.

 

So today I shall write about how our thoughts are always hijacked by current news when in all truth that wretched news has been on the history pages for most of man kinds stay upon this Earth.  But when all is said and done humans can still be kind.

To start with the following little ivory carving of 13,000 years ago of two deer swimming.  Someone had recognised their beauty and I think their vulnerability and patiently carved this little token.

Swimming Reindeer. Wiki Johnbod

The Swimming Reindeer is a 13,000-year-old Magdalenien sculpture of two swimming reindeer conserved in the British Museum. The sculpture was made in what is now modern-day France by an unknown sculptor who carved the artwork from the tip of a mammoth tusk. The sculpture was found in two pieces in 1866, but it was not until 1904 that Abbe Henri Breuil realised that the two pieces fit together to form a single artwork of two reindeer swimming nose-to-tail.  Wiki entry

In a video I saw the other day on Rhode Island were people trying to save a little saltmarsh sparrow from extinction.  Climate change is making the water rise higher in the saltmarshes, and the little fledgings in their nests drown.  A sort of submersible platform was made for the tiny nests so that the nest sat on the platform and rose with the water.  The video is here.

In an attempt to slow the melting of ice in the Artic, artificial floes have been made, presumably to back bounce the sun warming the ice.  But these can also be used for the polar bears as well who rely on ice floes to hunt and move around.

And lastly there is the Japanese story of a monk who sacrificed himself to feed a hungry tiger and her family.  The story is here.  The Asuka Temple