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Hopping and hoping

Fear not, gentle reader, for despite the interconnectedness of all things, this is not a continuation of the recent rabbit-inspired blogpost.  In the last week or so, there have been numerous trips to some of the smaller islands of Orkney, all work-related, but with the occasional opportunity for a bit of wildlife watching. My first port of call was Westray, on a cold, rainy and windy day. I recall eating my lunch in the car, parked by a pool and reedbed near the shore of the Bay of Tuquoy Bay. No photos from the day, but I did manage to add Moorhen and Coot to my year list. Next up was Sanday for a couple of satellite tv repairs. Once these were completed, I drove to the eastern end of the island and wandered along a track towards Start Point lighthouse.  I remember having driven along this track in previous years to reach another customer, so I suspect that the route to the cottage is now by a different route. None of my previous visits to Sanday have ever been at low tide t...
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I didn't get where I am today by not remembering a character from a 1970s sitcom

One of the beautiful things about Orkney is that the weather is borderline neurodivergent, which may go some way to explaining why it is difficult to get an accurate diagnosis forecast. Currently*, we're back to experiencing wildly different weather on consecutive days, such that the worryingly neurotypical consistent weather of late January and early February seems but a distant memory. On Wednesday last, it was more dreich than a waterfall shower after all the hot water's gone, so I was pleasantly surprised, upon returning home for lunch, to learn that Megan had been watching a Buzzard all morning. Raptors do not usually hunt during heavy rain, but the bird in question had been sat on various fence posts in the valley below, staring intently at the ground for worms and, possibly, frogs. Before changing out of my wet weather gear, I wandered down the hill, a little closer to the bird, for a grainy photo.  This particular buzzard was part of a local wing-tagging project, and w...

Rabbiting on

In another time and place, I used to think that a good blogpost needed three connected events or incidents, circling around on themselves to create a satisfying denouement. It wasn't a well-researched theory, or a plot device from a writing course, it was just a vibe that seemed to work more often than not.  Of late, that sort of thinking hasn't been to the fore, NaHaL posts seem to be more a diary entry or chronological list of events. In fact, the post I was going to write this evening was exactly that, a recap of wildlife moments from the past week, culminating in yesterday's beetle survey and a Volunteer Thank You event with the RSPB. Now, what with war, genocide and files, the world's not at its best at the moment apart, perhaps, for the resounding success of the Green Party of England and Wales in a by-election. I suspect that, like many other folk, a bit of gentle escapism from the constant stream of terrible news headlines is an absolute must to maintain some so...

If Ikea did invertebrates

Yesterday, whilst pottering to the garage to sort out the recycling ahead of this week's bin collection, I spotted a wee creature on the paved path at the front of the house. It was about 20mm long and my initial reaction on profile and colour was "centipede".  Putting down the recycling out of the wind (I'm not making that mistake again!), I nipped back into the house for my phone and compact camera, the former to use ObsIdentify, the latter for better close-ups. Phone photo for ObsIdentify Compact camera set to Macro A vaguely in-focus antenna A pointy bum ObsIdentify gave me a virtual eye roll and said "100%, it's a millipede from the Family Polydesmidae indet ". Somewhat chastened, I recalled that I had previously photographed a flat-backed millipede in 2021, when we lived in Houton. I think this is the first one I have seen at Burnbank, but the "indet" means that arriving at an identity to species from a photo will be impossible. Looking a...

There in black and white

It is entirely my fault, I shouldn't have mentioned Spring in the previous blogpost. For the last two days we have been treated to some more snow and hail. Here's this morning's view of Ward Hill in Hoy. No more sign of the hares for now and, instead, the garden has had visits from Rooks and Jackdaws. The birds were very vocal as they foraged for seeds amongst the vegetation. In other corvid news, the sports page of the local weekly paper had a slightly more wildlife story than would normally be expected - large black birds stealing golf balls during play. The article mentions that they're Rooks, then crows, then quotes someone from outwith the county who has a tame Raven. The photo shows a Raven (the bird length to golf ball ratio isn't correct for Rook. Yes, I am that sad) but we're left in the dark as to whether this image is of the actual thief. Whilst I am no expert regarding the Royal and Ancient game, I can understand why a Raven or a crow might mistake a...

Fielding questions

All through the recent and prolonged dreich weather, there have been precious few opportunities for any wildlife moments, but today the rain finally stopped and the sun made a welcome appearance. Back home for lunch after a morning of fault-finding and repairs, I wandered into the kitchen to make a cuppa and happened to look out of the window. "It's nearly Valentine's Day. Where for art thou, my true love?" A male Brown Hare was sat staring out over the valley, seemingly deep in thought. I armed myself with a camera and waited to see what would happen. All the following shots were taken through the kitchen window but, thankfully, a month of south-easterly rain has given them a good wash.  Reaching a decision, the hare proceeded to quarter the field, presumably following the scent trail of a female hare. This way... that way... to and... fro. At one point, he even managed to get himself trapped in a neighbour's garden. Fortunately, although he obviously couldn'...

Winter Olympics and dragonflies

With a title like that, this could be a very short blogpost, as it's not currently the weather for adult dragons and damsels, neither here in Orkney and certainly not in Northern Italy. However, against the odds, I shall attempt to segue some summery fluttering with a snowy scene in the mountains of Cortina. Currently, we're watching the GB curling team (ok, it's Scottish really) take on Czechia in their third game of the Mixed Doubles. I know that the Winter Olympics haven't officially opened yet, but such is the nature of a large round-robin competition, things have started early. Whilst we're more used to seeing Jen Dodds and Bruce Mouat in Scotland's colours, rather than the red, white and blue of Great Britain, curling is very much a sport synonymous with the area further north than Hadrian's Wall. In times past, curling was an outdoor sport with over 2500 sites recognised in Scotland, either natural lochs or specially-constructed ponds. Nowadays, with ...