I’m a little bleary eyed as I write this. It’s gone 02:00am. I have just returned from a nocturnal expedition. Not the planned sort. I must have cut quite a figure, shuffling along the road in my pyjamas. Fortunately, not
Moondance
Beacon
It’s a bright day. I make sure that the cap of my flask is tightly threaded, and snug it in against the other contents of my rucksack. Outside the kitchen window, two male Reed Buntings are rummaging about in the
Angry Birds
It’s fair to say that most birds, at most times of year, lead quiet and unassuming lives as far as their interactions with people are concerned. Birds don’t seek us out. They don’t come looking for trouble. – Unless they
Blow-Ins
Our migrant birds are returning, and with them, came the first guests of the season. After months of relative quiet, it felt strange to watch Clansman disgorge a line of glinting vehicles and smiling faces. Surf boards and bicycles wobbled
The Wheel Turns
I opened the door, stepped out into the morning sunshine, and heard it. A satisfying “snick” – the sound of a cog tooth settling into a new groove. Everything was in a new groove. Overnight, the wheel had turned and
Sea People
The water came almost to the rim of my wellington boots… and that was all it took to make them feel bold. Under the milky surface, shadows slipped between drifting knots of weed. They ventured close to where I stood,
Steel Birds
Tiree is an island of many moods. On some days, the flaxen light and tender fluting of swans drip like mead over a patchwork of croft fields. At other times, the wind drives white horses high onto the beaches. For