No time to take photographs, too busy scanning the horizon, up on the bridge. “That’s where they are. Lets try over there. How to share what’s in your head with the grandchildren? The mind fades.” Ten different characters. Retired marine, banker, factory worker all sharing an interest in birds. Up in the wheelhouse another Nigel… Read More That’s who he is, that’s what he saw.
It feels eerie in the quarry now the Fulmars have fledged. The brackish pool is felted green. “Salty or sweet?” I’m tempted to taste. “Bit of both. Not sure if the sea seeps into this one. It’s a bit higher than the other” We settle on the grass to record. Wind spirals inside of… Read More Laughter tickles my insides
“We find a little bit of Africa. Just off the path at Berry Head. Nigel wants to do “Grassland”. We sit in the grassland with the dog. No big game, just baby bush crickets and the sound of the sea. “Its been dry this year hasn’t it? Is it bad for the grasslands”? “Noooooo.”says Nigel. “It’s… Read More A little bit of Africa: Grasslands
“Oak gets a lot of attention” says Nigel “It’s a bit like lions and tigers. Big and interesting.” I say. “So let’s do Sycamore and Hawthorn and maybe a third tree”. Sycamore The branches of the Sycamore are smooth, but their lichen is rough. “People don’t like Sycamore”. It’s not “native” so it takes a… Read More Three trees – no not Oak
“The Fulmar has a nose” says Nigel who has a soft spot for this pretty seabird. “Oh?” “It sits on top of the beak.” Nigel pinches the top of his nose. “It means it can drink water from the sea.” “Oh?” “It ejects the salt out of its nostrils.” Nigels thumb and forefinger fly out… Read More Fulmar’s have noses.
It’s early morning on Berry head as Nigel and I make a bee-line for a special seabird nesting site. Nigel wants to show me what’s happening with the shag families just south of South Fort. The cliff top is fluffy with grasses and pink valerian. In the cocky blue eyes of a Jackdaw I think… Read More Seabirds with Nigel
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