I had the great privilege of unveiling (and delievring the accolade for) the winner of this year's European Cetacean Society Mandy McMath Conservation award and below is pretty much what I said:
Please can I have
my Viking and Amazon warrior guards to the doors because this one may bolt, and
this may get scary!
Student helpers –
no one is to leave the room! You can let people in but no one leaves for the
next few minutes.
Monsieur le
Président, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for this?
You have been rehearsing
your applause very well these last few days ahead of this award and let me
remind you that this an award given by peers for a lifetime of achievement in
the field of marine mammal conservation.
[Image of Mandy
McMath on Bardsey Island.]
Some of you did not
know Mandy McMath after whom this award is named. She was a remarkable woman –
a champion of marine mammal conservation who left behind her a legacy which
includes the marine protected areas that line the Welsh coastline, and a
generation of appreciative colleagues (both young and old) some of whom sit in
this room. I am personally very sorry that she was not here to see some of the
work that she had supported over a long number of years on Welsh Risso’s
dolphins come to be published in the last few months
Her enthusiasm for
marine mammals found her in many places including out in boats with Peter Evans
looking for big grey dolphins under grey skies and on similarly grey seas and similarly
sitting on cliffs staring out to sea looking for them with the likes of me. She
was a lady of indomitable spirit and enthusiasm for her work; Mandy loved her
garden, her dog, bright young people (who she was always keen to help along the
way – you know who you are) life in general and sitting watching her beloved seals.
She also had a
great and irrelevant sense of humour and was a pithy observer on the events of
the day.
In that spirit, I
start this accolade with a short review of the months that have passed since we
gave Erich Hoyt the award at the last meeting. (And Eruch sends his apologies
for not being able to be here today.)
[Image of Erich]
And surely amongst
the major highlights of the last year was these was the re-popularising of the old
English dance step the twerk by the fine young American recording artiste Miley
Cyrus [image of Miley}.
The word ‘twerk
comes from the original Cornish ‘twerky-bum’ meaning to dance with abandon and
sometimes used as a greeting – as in ‘How are’ e – me ol’ twerky-bum’.
Now, the English
have been twerking for many hundreds of years – usually, of course, in the privacy
of their own homes - but I am sure following the fine and modest example set by
young Miley, Peter Evans , Andrew Wright and the gentleman dance troop otherwise
known as BDMLR have all been rehearsing their twerking for this evening’s social event.
Also deeply
relevant to us and in the news over the last year (and moving to the sphere of
animal acoustics) we have all eventually discovered what the fox says
… because, as you
all know, if the
Dog
goes woof, cat goes meow.
Bird goes tweet, and mouse goes squeak.
Cow goes moo. Frog goes croak, and the
elephant goes toot.
Ducks say quack and fish go blub, and the seal
goes ..... OW OW OW.
But there's one sound that no one knows...
WHAT
DOES THE FOX SAY?
Do you know what the fox says?
Apparently it is
Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
I am sure that you
wil agree with me that this is a significant finding. [These are the lyrics
from the hugely successful ‘What does the fox say’electronic dance song by Norwegian comedy duo Ylvis which was also the top-trending video on You Tube
in 2013.]
2013 also saw the
birth of Quinn Lilly Eisfeld-Pierantonio [picture] – who I am sure you will
agree made several profound interventions during our conference, most notable
when her father was speaking and I am sure that I heard her say – we all know
sperm whale are big papa….
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| Applause for Quin's good behaviour |
Incidentally, her
husband-to-be, Prince George (the future king of Britain), was born just a few
days later.
There were also
other lesser developments such as the fantastic winter Olympics where that nice
Mr Putin enjoyed hosting all those other countries so much that he decided to
keep one. (This is much funnier if you do not come from a country with a
boundary with Rusia.)
Now moving (arguably
more sensibly) to the Mandy McMath conservation award recipient for 2014: there
was a time in our not too distant history when there were no biologists, no
natural historians – indeed the study of animals would have been looked on as
something perverse – and the first great investigators of the natural world
were not trained specialists. Georg Wilhelm Steller, for example, who went on
expedition on the St. Peter, in 1741, under the command of Vitus Bering. was
officially the ship’s mineralogist (a respectable revenue-associated position)
but in practice he was also importantly its doctor, minister, and naturalist.
Steller
identified many new species, and many species still bear his name including of
course Stellar’s Sea Cow [picture] which shortly after its delicious discovery
was eaten into extinction. [This is perhaps the first time Miley Cyrus and
Stellar’s Sea Cow have appeared on the same slide].
Similarly,
there were many famous British surgeon-naturalists, including Richard Owen
and Frank Buckland and the naval surgeons Sir John Richardson and Thomas
Huxley [images of all four].
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| Earlier British surgeon-naturalists |
These gentlemen were trained in human anatomy
and would have dismembered many bodies – based on the not unreasonable premise
that if you can take it apart there is an improved chance you might be able to
put it back together.
So how was it that
these ancient saw-bones came to illuminate the field of animal biology and I
think the answer may have been boredom. These large-brained individuals
eventually realised that there were only so many parts of the human body that
could be amputated, only so many orifices that could be peered into, and they
sought stimulation n the dissection and analyses of the natural world.
Anyone in the room
feeling nervous yet?
Sitting among us
is a modern surgeon-naturalist – a person who has diagnosed some of the key
challenges of modern marine mammal science and conservation with his
clinician’s brain and developed practical cost-effective answers that have certainly
changed the face of marine mammal science across the planet.
Our
surgeon-naturalist practiced human medicine for almost thirty years but I
suspect that his scarily capacious and capricious brain ached for more
stimulation that just peering into the same old orifices.
For many in the
marine mammal sphere he first came to our attention through a unique study of
the memory his patients – he surveyed them for their dolphin memories - data
which underpinned our understanding of the demise and recovery of the bottlenose dolphin on the
Cornish coastline.
Recognising the
importance of the bycatch he also moved to set up a remarkable and unusual
relationship with local fishermen that has allowed practical work on bycatch
mitigation to go ahead resulting most recently in the develop of a practical
and robust device that we all celebrate as the banana pinger.
And here I pause to
put this in some context –
In cetacean
conservation, cetacean bycatch is widely recognised as the big threat and I
have lost track of the meetings that I have sat through where the need to
engage with fishermen has been stressed by governments or other participants
(sometimes as if they just invented it themselves). Yet very few actual
engagements have been achieved with them.
Finally, and most
famously, our winner this year of the award diagnosed the need to develop a
remote method to survey cetacean at sea that did not cost too much – a method
that he continues to refine and improve – in doing this, he warped his huge
brain to understand the highly technical sphere of marine acoustics and
modifying the earlier work of IFAW scientists , he launched into the world a series
of odd tube-like missiles. These devices - anchored in a variety of weird and
wonderful ways - have come to adorn the sea bed from the poles to the equator.
Their importance has been underlined at this conference have been repeated
referred to at this year’s conference including their massive and successful
deployment in the Sambah project.
Many of us have
used them – many of us have also lost the bloody things!
These devices (the
C and the T PODS) also gave their self-effacing inventor and chief mechanic the
excuse to stop peering into orifices and to move to full-time to marine
research. No longer would the GP on-call be found standing on the shore loading
observers into fishing boats with one hand and administering aspirins with the
other. These marine missiles and passive
listening devices have also earned him his famous and disturbing nick-name –
many of us now know him as
THE POD –FATHER
[Evil music]
Did this notorious
Cornish genius move to a life of crime to fuel his marine habit supported by
the notorious Chelonia gang; did he hold up innocent passing NGOs demanding
support? Not exactly – given the
importance of all that he has achieved perhaps he should have.
Ladies and
gentlemen – prepare now to make
considerable and prolonged noise to call the POD FATHER the stage – door guards
and student helpers block the escape routes
- students prepare to whistle and hoot your appreciation for the ECS’s
own surgeon-naturalist; a man who recently described himself to me as ‘just a
nerd in a cave’, a man whose devices
changed the way we view the seas and simultaneously created a new form of
marine debris; a man so modest that he
may never forgive us - the great Cornish Twerker himself –
Dr Nick Tregenza,
THE POD FATHER!
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| Standing ovation |
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| ECS President, Thierry Jauniaux (left), presents the award |
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Dr Nick Tregenza - the Podfather
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| The ECS award |
The European Cetacean Society (ECS) was in Liege in Belgium this year. The city has a mighty river passing through it (the Meuse) and some fine old buildings, but it also has a remarkable amount of ongoing and unfinished street improvements and a cacophony of modern apartment blocks. 
