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Natural Connections

Modern life in Scotland is increasingly busy. The connections our ancestors had with nature and the land are being lost. As leisure time shrinks, or is filled with hi-tech experiences, opportunities to experience nature become fewer. And yet it is possible to connect with nature on a day to day basis. All around us, the great web of life continues to hold its shape, and nature continues its eternal cycles. Keep looking, listening, smelling, touching - and keep experiencing natural connections.

Friday, May 22, 2009


Thursday, May 21, 2009

Had an early morning meeting at Gartnavel Hospital so walked in via Bingham's Pond. A female Mallard had a single, half-grown young but most other birds were sitting tight (apart from the Tufted Ducks which seem not to be attempting to breed). Best sight of the day was the seven Swifts which were screaming noisily high over the hospital.
In the evening, a walk around Moulin didn't produce any House Martins (too cold?), but the usual Grey Heron was waiting patiently at the weir.

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