Operation Turtle Dove

Regular readers will know I have a real passion for this wonderful rare bird. I’ve just heard about Operation Turtle Dove – a three year project to reverse the decline of the Turtle dove. The project is a partnership between the RSPB, Pensthorpe Conservation Trust, Natural England, and Conservation Grade. For more information visit their website: http://operationturtledove.org/

They need our help – Turtle Dove sightings can be submitted to the hotline on 01603 697527 or emailed to turtledove@rspb.org.uk

To support the project, you can donate via: http://operationturtledove.org/how-you-can-help/making-a-donation

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