was born in Haarlem on 25 April 1978. Back then, just under 14 million
people were living in the Netherlands. Virtually all grandparents of
those days had lived through World War II. The country still counted 11
provinces, as Flevoland, a new province consisting almost entirely of
reclaimed land, had not yet been established. There were just two Dutch
television channels (now innumerable). The number of aircraft movements
at Schiphol airport was around 185 000 per year (now around half a
computers and mobile phones were still (practically) unheard of. The
same goes for dog walking services. McDonald’s had already
its first restaurant in the Netherlands, but it was nine years before
the first drive-through was introduced. There were about four million
passenger cars (now about twice as many). There was no pizza delivery.
No e-mail. No Red Bull.
For most of my childhood, I lived in the north-east of Haarlem, with
the nearest family of Grey Partridges just 700 m away. In the late
1980’s and early 1990’s, I did most birding by
predominantly covering c 3500 hectares between Haarlem and Amsterdam.
About three-quarters of this area was farmland and so I grew up with
the sounds of birds like Northern Lapwing (in those days 43.8
territories per 100 hectares), Black-tailed Godwit (20.9), Eurasian
Oystercatcher (16.0), Common Redshank (10.9), Northern Shoveler (5.8),
Eurasian Skylark (5.6), Meadow Pipit (3.7) and even Common Snipe (0.9)
and Garganey (0.2); the densities given here were found in the
grasslands of those days near Haarlem (Geelhoed et al 1998). I would
not describe the site as a birder’s paradise, but it
was a great playground for a young birder like me.
By 2018, however, housing, recreation and industry have transformed
much of the place. Farmland now makes up for less than one-third of the
area and farming itself has changed too. All the above species have
declined or disappeared and I cannot help but feel sad about it.
Instead of development and modernization I see mostly deterioration. It
is so bad that every time I now visit the local patch of my childhood
it hurts. I wish I could still see the world through the eyes of a
teenager. After all, I
do not want to become a grumpy old man...