I turned the page ... “I have amazing news for you – and indeed for every bird-lover in the country,” he whispered. “As I suspected, the birds you saw and which I have been watching for fifteen minutes are bee-eater.” The year was 1957. It was my first day at Junior school and I had picked a book from the library shelves to read ...
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2020 / 06 14:30 – 17:30 Cool 9°C with a chilly and quite strong SW. Overcast with brief sunny spells Not surprisingly, it is VERY wet in the Wood, especially the exposed areas like the trak and the east clearfell. Thi sis probably the wettest February I can remember, and dry days have been few […]
Weather. Station. Strange and unsettling to wait so late into Winter before the first hard frost occurs. And in this mild, wet year, it comes as a relief; beautiful and normal in abnormal times. Because, everywhere is sinking into mud: fenceposts rotting, flints rising to the surface to lacerate boot soles and dog paws. The […]
A Guest Post by Clive Bennett ‘See—the hawk, after going nearly out of sight, has swept round, and passes again at no great distance; this is a common habit of his kind, to beat round in wide circles. As the breeze strikes him aslant his course he seems to fly for a short time partly […]
It’s worth recording a small and irritating cock-up. In speaning the calves, I moved them to the stackyard and began to ply them with hay and turnips. But the stackyard is small, and successive days of rain have made it a little mucky. In the midst of mud and sleet, it was obvious that some […]
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