Sidelines
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Peregrine-harrier tag-team challenge
In which I witness a peregrine and marsh harrier hunting together—almost as a team.
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Valentine’s ritual
The weekend on or nearest to St Valentine’s Day marks a seasonal ritual for us: the annual pre-spring-cleaning of our blue tit nest-box.
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Seabird jizz
When you see a bird often enough, its jizz begins to rub off on you—if you’ll pardon the expression.
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Source of the mighty Humber
In which I discover (and get to name) an overlooked tributary of the Humber.
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Bacon and X
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn’t get C-minuses—and he certainly didn’t get SEE MEs.
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Invertigo
I’ve never seen stars remotely approaching those in Anglesey. There are so damn many of them. Thousand upon thousand. Too many to count.
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LRB letter: ‘Weather-forecasting frogs’
On the unlikely 17th and 18th-century German fashion of keeping tree frogs to forecast the weather.
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Pleasures of August
August on the Dee Marshes and the Pennine Moors, including encounters with a bolshie pheasant, a practising peregrine, and a flirty wheatear.
