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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, April 09, 2014

A huge brown bird lumbering down the Clyde as  I sped up this evening had to remain unidentified. However I will be very interested to see if anyone reports a White-tailed Eagle in the area over the next few weeks. 
Back home, the Redpolls which have been hanging around the estate all winter were buzzing in the treetops - I counted at least eight birds. A Blue Tit was taking nesting material into the nest box and a Wren was an unexpected visitor to the "bus shelter". A dead Toad was a sad sight at the entrance to the estate.
A short walk along the river produced a lone drake Goosander (could the female be on a nest nearby?) and the regular, lonely Mute Swan. A singing Blackcap at Mosspark station was my first of the year.

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