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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.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Confined to work all day, but managed a quick walk around the centre of Paisley at home time. A Moorhen and three Mallards were on the river and a Pied Wagtail flew over. Best of all, however, was an adult Peregrine which arrived flying downriver at rooftop height. Its flight was slow and deliberate, with oar-like strokes of its wings. As it passed overhead, it showed off the classic "Maltese Cross" silhouette. It then swept up to the top of a pylon and settled there, peering back over its right shoulder. Went back to the car for the binoculars and enjoyed some excellent views before having to head off to the "rugby run".

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