It’s easy to feel sad and angry as you walk through this world. The events in Paris have brought home how often innocent people die as a result of other people, be it there, Beirut, Africa, on a ‘plane or elsewhere. And it’s affected people- I’ve noticed that a lot of the people in the centre have mentioned it. It makes you extra grateful for your family, your generally comfortable life, your normally peaceful country…and for the fantastic sunrises we’ve been having this week.
The pine trees glow in the morning light. I don’t know what it is about pines, but they almost seem to generate their own light when the golden or pink light of morning and evening hits them.
Mind you, the clear mornings have meant some cold days. The temperature hasn’t risen above 3 degrees today (Friday) and it’s damp too…which always feels much colder than dry, sunny but equally cold days.
The trees are almost all bare now. You can see all their branches, picked out against the sky.
We’ve been back on the bog this week….Parkin’s Moss, that is! The dams needed a check- over and one of the new ones had burst. The dams are made of recycled plastic piles which slot together with a sort of tongue-and-groove arrangement….and one of these had popped out. We’d never manage to pull out the dam piles to replace- they are 2.5m long and hammered well into the peat- so we needed to patch it. You do this by hammering in another four dam piles just in front of the split and packing the dam gap with peat. It worked- gradually the flow slowed to a trickle, then it all went blissfully quiet. Sorted!
We also dammed a wee side drain to stop water flowing into the big ditch.
And the dams seem to be doing their job and wetting up the bog nicely. Let’s hope for lots of dragonfly action next year….
Down on the lochs, there are still a few whooper swans hanging about. We’ve had seven, usually roosting on the spit at the mouth of the Logie Burn.
The male wigeon are looking handsome just now. That yellow forehead is very distinctive and they were one of the first ducks (other than mallards) that I learned to identify. I’ve had a soft spot for them, their yellow foreheads and lovely whistling call ever since!
And the great white egret is still around- although it’s been very elusive. Most views have been in the depth of the reeds.
Although we’ve had some grand sunrises, the sunsets haven’t been so spectacular- often it’s clouded over by sundown. But we did have one nice sunset, so we’ll leave you with the sun setting over the hills to the west from the reserve. It’s a lot nicer than the sleet- cum- wet -snow that’s just started to fall…