This Black Headed Gull has flown through a spider’s web and is trailing fine filaments behind it in this low evening sunshine.
It reminds me of Miss Havisham, in Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations, wearing her white wedding dress, surrounded by decay.
I'm watching a Nuthatch come in to a forest clearing in Italy and pick up sunflower seeds. They are quick. There must be ... Read more
It's always amused me that the Orcadian name for the Little Grebe is Little Footy Arse. It's such a great descriptive name. They ... Read more