Destroying the world around us - A changing picture for our wildlife

IF, in 1926, the year David Attenborough was born, you wanted to see a tiger more than likely you’d have to go to a zoo, a museum, or maybe the local Big House.

Only one of those options might present you with a living albeit a confined tiger.

The other two might have offered work by, say, Rowland Ward of Picadilly, one of those grand taxidermy houses whose work now seems a mortician’s glass-eyed requiem to a different world.