Cheep, cheep! Cheap chicken ain’t cheap : Part One

Back in the 1990’s I was involved in a local environmental group – Friends of Cardigan Bay – whose focus was the bottlenose dolphins which frequented the Bay. One of our main campaigning issues was for the proper treatment of sewage. Until 1989 water supply and sewage disposal in the UK were both the responsibility of water authorities which ‘marked their own homework’. Britain was often described as “The Dirty Old Man of Europe” for its filthy beaches, rivers and coastal waters. It was only thanks to the UK’s membership of the EU that things did not get completely out of hand. European legislation led to Britain being prosecuted for water quality failings at our beaches and rivers.

It seemed sensible to me that water supply and disposal should become the responsibility of private companies while their activities should be regulated by a separate, publicly funded, body, the National Rivers Authority, later the Environment Agency, which in Wales morphed into Natural Resources Wales. I then took my eye off the ball, and, with so many other environmental problems to be dealt with, so, it seemed, did most activists. The assumption was that the system was working.

Perhaps the system did work for a while. But the Tory Party returned to power, and with it came austerity. The Conservatives believe in “light touch regulation” – or to put it another way – as little regulation as possible, preferably none – and rather than dismantle them completely, the regulatory bodies were starved of the funding they needed to function properly.

Privatisation of the water industry was never popular with the general public, and water quality has thankfully become a big political issue in the last few months. Thanks to high profile individuals like Feargal Sharkey, much criticism has appeared in the media over the polluted state of our rivers and beaches, the lack of investment, the huge salaries paid to company directors and the massive dividends paid out to shareholders. In Wales the River Teifi is so badly polluted by sewage and agricultural run-off that any housing developments in the river’s catchment have been put on hold. The river just can’t deal with any more nutrients.

A new threat has emerged in recent years – the proliferation of IPU’s (intensive poultry units), otherwise known as chicken factories. These are basically meat production units on family (and other) farms where upwards of 100,000 chickens (….. up to a million!) are reared in huge sheds at any one time. Typically there are seven or eight “crops” of birds per year, which means that each bird must reach its maximum weight by about six weeks old, to allow for cleaning and re-stocking. It is difficult to justify the use of the term agriculture to describe them; they are high-tech facilities in which heat, lighting and feed are controlled to a minute degree to maximise the birds’ growth rate. If they must exist, they would be more appropriately located in industrial units on the outskirts of our larger towns and cities. However, as long as they remain classified as agricultural developments, they largely fall outside the control of local authority planning system. This is described as a “planning void”. I am unsure of the exact business model underlying them but each individual farming business has little control of their operation other than the disposal of the waste products. And that is the big problem. Such huge numbers of birds produce massive quantities of excrement, and it is the farmer’s responsibility to dispose of it. Much of it is spread on land surrounding the farm. It is then washed into the nearest watercourse during periods of rain.

The River Wye is “protected” as a Special Area of Conservation from source to sea. Despite that, IPU’s are particularly common in its catchment on both sides of the English / Welsh border. It is said that there are 20 (or possibly up to 44….) million chickens in the area. The Wye and its tributaries are badly affected by the massive input of nutrients from chicken droppings spread on the land around the IPU’s. Notwithstanding its SAC status the river is in ecological decline (some say “crisis”) and has become prone to developing algal blooms. It is said that it is dying.

But why, oh why the Wye?

Here is my understanding of the situation in a nutshell. In 2013 the giant American multi-national agribusiness Cargill, through its newly formed subsidiary Avara, agreed with Tesco to process chicken meat on an industrial scale. As a result Avara invested £35 million in refurbishing and expanding its chicken processing plant at Hereford. Having done that it needed more birds to process, and farmers in the Wye valley were keen to sign up. Presumably each one has a contract agreeing to host a certain number of “crops” of birds every year, which remain the property of Avara, to buy all their feed and day-old chicks from specified suppliers, to supply only Avara, and use only labour supplied by Avara to remove dead stock and grown birds and clean the buildings out every seven weeks. Each IPU is, in effect, a satellite of Avara’s main processing facility, with one exception. Removing the chicken excrement is the farmers’ responsibility.

It’s funny that, because Cargill (Avara’s parent company) has faced court action in the USA over the last twenty years for polluting watercourses with chicken excrement. They have denied responsibility, placing the blame on individual farmers, but settled out of court. Avara would have known that their massive expansion of chicken production in the Wye catchment would lead to pollution problems, but carried on anyway. Throughout its history Cargill has been beset by scandal and controversy. Only this month (May 2023) it has been subject to a new legal challenge over deforestation and human rights violations in Brazil, where most of the soy used for chicken feed in Europe is grown. Cargill has been described as “the worst company in the world” and if you would like to read more about them click on the links below. But beware – it does not make pleasant reading.

For more information on Cargill see the following:

https://unearthed.greenpeace.org/2020/11/25/cargill-deforestation-agriculture-history-pollution/

and https://www.mightyearth.org/cargillreport

Part 2 will follow shortly.

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You may have heard about Happisburgh…..

If you follow environment issues in the media you’ll probably have noticed that this Norfolk village is currently the go-to location for items about sea-level rise and coastal erosion. Like other communities on the East Anglian coast it has been threatened by the sea for hundreds of years. Some – like the nearby Whimpwell and the better-known Dunwich – have long since disappeared beneath the waves. Jane and I had booked a week’s holiday in the Norfolk Broads for the first week in May, and I noticed that Happisburgh was only a few miles away. I thought the village might provide some interesting subject matter for the photographer.

I had no idea what to expect visually other than the “Road Closed” sign that features in all the media. Arriving late in the morning I clambered across a pile of earth blocking an old field gateway to reach the cliff top. Directly below me a flock of sand martins were excitedly excavating nesting burrows in the sandy escarpment facing the sea. They barely noticed me at all and only made themselves scarce when a kestrel cruised by. This photo-op felt like a real bonus; the only drawback being the strong and distracting shadows of the birds created by the sun beating down from a clear blue sky. The sand martins were frantically landing and taking off again; you could see tiny showers of sand falling from burrow entrances, and a close examination of the photographs shows a pattern of scrape marks made by their claws on the cliff-face.

By the time I got down to the beach it was about 1pm. and the sun was high in the sky, creating some very harsh light: definitely not the time of day for the landscape photographer to be at work! All sorts of debris lay on the sand; bits of tarmac complete with double-yellow lines, a manhole with the cover missing, sections of brick wall and reinforced concrete. Electric cables trailed from the cliff top and pipework stuck out at strange angles. A brick septic tank was perched precariously close to the cliff top. And it all looked rather disappointing in the unforgiving light.

But a short distance further on – wow! Here were the skeletons of sea defences and two large rectangular concrete blocks resting on metal girders that emerged from the sand. I had no idea what they were but they looked bizarre; and wispy cirrus clouds in a deep blue sky added to the surreal nature of the scene. Normally successful landscape photography requires shadows to help give a three-dimensional quality to a scene. But here the almost complete lack of them seemed to add to the dreamlike quality of my surroundings. It was a one day in a hundred day.

Returning to the village I had a chat with the ladies at the “Sarnies by the Sea” sandwich shack. I said I had heard of Happisburgh for all the wrong reasons, but how did they feel? One said that she felt very bitter that the authorities were happy to let her village fall into the sea “like all the others”. This was the reaction of most of those I talked to, and you have to sympathise with them. One resident’s house had been valued in 2008 at less than the cost of a loaf of bread. Another villager explained that the concrete blocks are the foundations for a metal staircase which ran from the cliff-top down to the beach. It opened in 2003. The extraordinary speed with which the coastline is retreating, and the very low-lying nature of its hinterland, explains why official policy for this stretch of coast is “managed retreat”.

Unfortunately by this time the sand martins were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps nest-burrowing is a morning only job for them? I did find their activities illuminating, though. If a fragile creature like a sand martin can burrow into the cliffs using only their tiny claws what chance does the land have against such a formidable opponent, fuelled by climate change, as the North Sea?

NB : For more details about Happisburgh and coastal erosion there see the comprehensive Village website.

/http://happisburgh.org.uk/

The photograph on its homepage is worth studying. I’m not sure when it was taken but since then the caravan site on the far left-hand side has been relocated completely and I estimate that land equivalent to the outermost three rows of caravans has now disappeared.

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