The LaPaz Waterfall Gardens is host to many species of Costa Rican wildlife, including the redeye tree frog.
The LaPaz Waterfall Gardens is host to many species of Costa Rican wildlife, including the redeye tree frog.
A Violet Sabrewing Hummingbird (Campylopterus Hemileucurus) hovers while drinking from a flower at La Selva biological station in Sarapiqui.
A Violet Sabrewing Hummingbird (Campylopterus Hemileucurus) hovers while drinking from a flower at La Selva biological station in Sarapiqui.
A butterfly is seen at the Monteverde Butterfly Gardens.
A butterfly is seen at the Monteverde Butterfly Gardens.
Aviarios Del Caribe, not far from Limon, Costa Rica, is an ideal place to see sloths, which are usually elusive in the wild.
Aviarios Del Caribe, not far from Limon, Costa Rica, is an ideal place to see sloths, which are usually elusive in the wild.
A Northern Jacana bird, is seen near Limon.
A Northern Jacana bird, is seen near Limon.

San Jose, Costa Rica - Sometimes you have to go abroad to appreciate an unhappy fact about Britain – how impoverished our wildlife really is.

I have just returned from two weeks in Costa Rica, that small, peaceful Central American republic – it abolished its army in 1948 – which has switched its main money-earner from the old staple of exporting coffee and bananas to the new staple of eco-tourism.

Its tropical forests hold staggering numbers of fascinating birds, mammals, reptiles, amphibians, plants, insects and other invertebrates. Tourists are also drawn because, proportionately, Costa Rica has protected more of its forests than any other country in the world. The map is splattered with national parks and other nature reserves, public and private.

I went there on a wildlife holiday with my wife and two children and we stayed mostly in eco-lodges, environmentally managed hotels on the forest edge, as well as a couple of more commercial places (albeit with extensive gardens). Even in the latter, you couldn’t go out of the door without bumping into wildlife, from coatis (raccoon relatives) and iguanas (big fat lizards) to clouds of butterflies (Costa Rica has more than 3 000 species) and hummingbirds, a Costa Rican speciality.

Hummingbirds make you gasp at their ability to hover in one place and then shoot off in all directions, including backwards, and at their jewel-like colours, reflected in their evocative names. The dozen or so species we saw included the purple-throated mountain gem, the violet sabrewing, the coppery-headed emerald and the green violet-ear.

But what was most entrancing, and plain to see in national parks like Tortuguero, where you travel through the forest by boat, and Monteverde, home of the famous cloud forest reserve, 1 500m up, was not so much the individual species, as the sheer abundance of life. Everywhere, the earth seemed to be overflowing with wild creatures: toucans, parrots, howler monkeys, sloths, turtles, bright red poison dart frogs, astonishing lizards like the brilliant-green emerald basilisk, which appears to walk on water, lustrous butterflies such as the morphos, which seem to be iridescent pieces of the blue sky fallen to earth.

On one level, of course, you can’t possibly compare these riches to Britain’s wildlife, as tropical countries house far more species, and more colourful ones, than do temperate lands such as our own. But on another level the comparison is valid: Costa Rica still has abundance, while Britain used to have a wildlife abundance of its own, but in my lifetime has lost it. It’s only recently that we have realised the true scale of the loss. In the past 50 years, we have wiped out more than half our biodiversity, our birds, butterflies and wild flowers.

This reminder cast something of a shadow over my return, which otherwise would have made my heart leap, as in our fortnight’s absence, the trees had greened, the cow parsley had begun to paint the roadside verges white, the cuckoos had returned from Africa, and the bluebells were coming out.

Yes, spring in Britain is still uplifting, and people born today will not know what they missed.

But I know what they’re missing: half a century ago, you could have seen turtle doves and lapwings and spotted flycatchers everywhere. It is a melancholy feeling indeed to see our springtime in full flow but to realise it is less than half of what it should be.

Michael McCarthy, The Independent