Natural highs and lows

A recent repair job took me to the island of North Ronaldsay, a fifteen minute flight from the Orkney mainland aboard a small eight-seater plane. For our landing in North Ronaldsay, there was a bit of a crosswind, but nothing too severe or requiring the pilot to hold the aircraft at right angles to our direction of travel as he approached the runway. Once the repair, at the north end of the island, was successfully completed, there were a few hours to wile away before the return journey, so wildlife-watching mode was engaged. We bumped into one of the staff from the Bird Observatory and he suggested trying a sea-watch for Sooty and Manx Shearwaters, and pointed in the direction of the Old Beacon on Dennis Head as a good vantage point.  En route to the Beacon, we scored a bonus Hen Harrier hunting over the small fields The Old Beacon Tucked down out of the wind, on the shore below the Beacon, binoculars were steadied and trained on a patch of sea about halfway to the horizon. It too...

It has been a bit of a week, what with one thing and another, most of the household have either been to the hospital or the vet. Through this fraughtness, I have been kept mentally afloat on several occasions by a piece of music, and it finally occurred to me that here is a Nature Notes blogpost begging to be written. Mind you, I had to look up the previous instalment of Nature Notes, as I wasn't sure when it was, what number it was or even who it was (#8, a year ago, 'Manhattan Project' by Rush). So all this time I have been awaiting the muse, wondering which piece of music I could reasonably shoehorn into a wildlife blog without seeming too niche.  Oh, ok, it's always been too niche. You will be familiar with my multitudinous ID dilemmas, surrounding broad swathes of flora and fauna, so a tune which doesn't immediately appear to be certain what it is called would definitely fit the bill.  And then there's a pun. Ooo, we love a good pun at NaHaL. The track is ...

You may recall, dear reader, that when we moved to Burnbank a little over a year ago, our new home was in one corner of a larger plot, with planning permission granted for three further houses. Here's a photograph from back then, showing our nascent rear garden (the mown bit) with the plots, actually an unimproved meadow, behind and to the side of it. Knowing what was to come, we decided to enjoy this meadow vicariously whist we could, watching how the vegetation glowed as the light changed, or being mesmerised by the fluffy heads of the cottongrass.   We were especially pleased with what this habitat helped to bring into our garden, most gloriously all those wonderful visits by Brown Hares. However, it wasn't going to last and, indeed, it hasn't. Recently, work has commenced on the first two plots, the one behind us and one to the north. The precious turf of fine grasses and wildflowers was scraped back into various heaps, hard-standings were laid, foundations dug, and the...

If Summer in Orkney means one thing, it's more likely to be haar, than sunburn. Yes, after a few days of warm weather, we are always guaranteed a generous helping of fog. High Hoy Lighthouse on the island of Graemsay If we're lucky, by mid afternoon the haar will have burnt off, and then... ooh... I don't know... perhaps there'd still be time for some dragon hunting?   Back at the nearby pond, surrounded by wisps of fog drifting up from the nearby coast, Black Darters were busy propagating the species. Pairs were mating in the vegetation around the edges of the pool, then egg-laying in the mossy shallows. There was plenty of other invertebrate life to be seen, some of which even deigned to be photographed, or at least didn't scarper as soon as they saw me. Caterpillar of a Broom Moth Bog Hoverfly, Sericomyia silentis A Sexton Beetle (ID'd by BR as  Nicrophorus vespilliodes ) The male Black Darters were so keen to find good vantage points in the sun, they often l...

There were some days of decent weather in August but, sadly, not many of those were when  I was free to drop everything, don my wellies and head off to look for dragons. Thankfully, the last weekend of the month offered up a Saturday of suitable meteorology and we headed to a nearby site, armed with hope, expectation and a picnic. This pond is on land owned by an adjacent B&B guesthouse. Late last Summer we were invited to survey the waterbody and it was an absolute odonatological revelation, so this year we have tried to monitor it in a more rigorous way. I should say that I struggle to find sites to monitor in Orkney, not from any lack of intent on my part, but mainly due to ornithological considerations. Many pools, or the habitat they are located in, are breeding sites for rare birds and so are effectively out of bounds until at least August so as not to disturb their nesting attempts. Don't get me wrong, this is a good thing. Birds with extra protection include Red-throate...