Oy! Henry at Moy!

Henry visited the village of Moy recently. If he had been in this region in 2010, this might have been Henry caught in an illegally set fenn trap. See the excellent Raptor Persecution Scotland blog for more details – if you can stand them (and here too). Of course, if the person who set the…

Henry occupies another butt

It was a dreich day in the Lammermuirs when Henry occupied this grouse shooting butt. Earlier we had seen a Short-eared Owl, it seems to be another good year for them, and Henry was rather keen to look for voles. I was rather keen to look for a bacon sandwich. This line of grouse butts…

Henry asks who owns Scotland

Henry is pretty broad-minded and interested in quite a lot of things. Whilst in Scotland he met the expert on land ownership, Andy Wightman. Andy writes a blog, and has published several books including The Poor had no Lawyers. Andy is an expert on land tenure and land reform – and also on what is…

Scottish Ornithologists (with an apostrophe)

Having drawn a blank with SLE we tried SOC – but they weren’t in either. Never mind, Henry likes the SOC very much. I was a bit worried about missing apostrophes but Henry said that missing ringtails were much more important. Why aren’t there more Hen Harriers on Scottish grouse moors? Well, I think we…

Henry visits SLE

  Scottish Land and Estates is the equivalent of the Scotttish CLA. Henry went to visit them to ask whether they could put him in touch with any ringtails, but there was no-one in. Henry doesn’t really get weekends. So Henry had a look through the window but he couldn’t see any signs of life….

Carpe diem

There were plenty of reasons not to do what I did yesterday; forecast heavy rain, forecast heavy seas and no certainty of success after 14 hours on a boat. On the other hand, yesterday was the only day this week, this month, this year, maybe this decade, when I could stroll down the road and…

The loathsome Linnet

I have previously  sketched out the reasons why the Linnet is generally regarded as Britain’s least-loved bird. It’s a little bird – its size signifies its insignificance. It isn’t much of a finch, let alone much of a bird. Size isn’t everything, but the Linnet is in every sense a little bird. It doesn’t measure…

Mulling eagles

Yesterday I was on Mull looking for eagles like many other tourists, and today I was reading about tourists going to Mull to look for eagles in the Guardian. Yesterday we passed two Germans who gave us a big grin and a thumbs up as they looked at a Buzzard. I looked around for an…