The Song of the Shetland Wren
by Sally Huband The antidote to a Shetland winter is the song of a Shetland wren. This is my fourth winter on these islands and it has been by far the worst, en...
by Sally Huband The antidote to a Shetland winter is the song of a Shetland wren. This is my fourth winter on these islands and it has been by far the worst, en...
by Julian Hoffman As the sun rose over the mountains I walked a treeless ridge that buckled into the hazy distance. A vast summer sky cradled a few threads of c...
The Ornithologist by Anita John So small is your skull, short-eared owl, so black your beak (that blessed the lives of mouse and vole); so hollow your eyes whic...
Horseshoe Crab by Oonah V Joslin horseshoe crabs the sang royal of living fossils are blue-blooded hemocyanins copper bottom feeders under their carapace like a...
by Colin Williams “An Eagle for an Emperor, a Gyrfalcon for a King; a Peregrine for a Prince, and a Saker for a Knight; a Merlin for a lady, a Goshawk for a Yeo...
by Alex Lockwood They must be sacred still to some deity, these geese in a holding pattern over the same pharmaceutical company’s front lawn on which their ance...
by Karen Izod 27th May, Bhaltos, Isle of Lewis I am back at Bhaltos, a small scattering of houses overlooking Phabaigh Mor on the Isle of Lewis. This is the las...