24/3/2020 0 Comments Update 2020 : Lockdown day 1
It reminds me of my cousin and I when we were young. We'd climb up to the top of the lambing shed on the farm my parents still live on, and we'd take the pigeon chicks down from their nests that looked oh-so-like this Loch Sgioport nest, and we'd play with them for an hour or so before putting them back. It's incredible that they survived to fledging, but as soon as they had use of their wings they made sure to keep out of our way!
The cliff where the rock dove was was low, but high and steep enough to have trees growing out of it. They looked like rowans, coming out of the rock at sharp angles, evading hungry deer and sheep (and ponies, seeing as it was Loch Sgioport we're talking about) and surviving, if not thriving in their north-facing arbour. The swim was divine. No seals, few birds, but the water was cold, the wind whipping up the waves nicely, and the sky interesting shades of blue with white clouds scuttling across. The wind, outside the water, could cut a body in half, but there's a change in the air: a sense of intention. Winter still clings on through these days of rough weather, but spring is definitely here and the birds, the mammals, the plants, the trees and the earth know it and are putting new life into motion.
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