There is a particular kind of waiting that belongs to cliffs in spring. I'm off next week and the FOMO is real but when there I'll feel more settled. Come what may. Wind off the sea. The flask gone tepid. The kids whisper "over there&
There was a time when the Small Tortoiseshell was the butterfly you didn't have to look for. It kind of came to you. On our Buddleja in August. On windfall apples. On the inside of the kitchen window, in drowsy coma, waiting for spring. Most of us have
For decades, the Nightingale has felt like a ghost of the British countryside. A bird more often spoken about than heard. I'd heard of it but never actual heard it. Its song once poured through spring hedgerows and tangled woodland edges across southern England. Then, slowly, the silence
In 1970 the Peregrin falcon was essentially extinct in the Eastern US. The reason?