Brent Geese
There’s a flock of geese heading my way. As they come closer they get darker and darker. Brent Geese come in light-breasted …
There’s a flock of geese heading my way. As they come closer they get darker and darker. Brent Geese come in light-breasted …
To me, Cormorants are proof, if proof be needed, that birds are descended from Dinosaurs. They are just so… reptilian!
The woodcarver who made this pair of birds in St Magnus Cathedral had a smile on their face. They look like lovebirds to me.
Finally a bit of sun and a return trip to Exminster Marshes is rewarded by a Red Breasted Merganser so curious it …
There are lots of Nettles at Einar. Their scientific name is Urtica dioica, with urtica meaning to burn. They certainly do.
I could stand and stare at the stone Orkney beaches for hours; and I sometimes do.
Treecreepers are one of those common but hardly seen species of birds; they take being elusive to another level. Seeing them from …
I’m photographing the beautiful, delicate and precise Black Headed Gulls this morning when I see this monster approaching. I’m so used to …
I love these ornate hinges on the doors to St Magnus Cathedral in Kirkwall.
I’ve only ever seen a Bohemian Waxwing once and it was happily gorging itself on berries on a busy urban road which …
This routered portrait of a Grey Squirrel in the park is a cartoon exaggeration of their actual characteristics. They do look beautiful …
My old colleague Ken was very keen on birds. He seemed reluctant to divulge that he was a twitcher, perhaps out of …
Forty years ago I was interested in molehills. They are tantalising glimpses of a hidden mystery. What animal might live underground and …
It’s forty years since I drew this Mute Swan after seeing them, probably at the local park. Now here I am at …
There’s very little left of this carcass at Noup Head.
I love the Orkney Museum in the centre of Kirkwall, opposite St Magnus Cathedral. One of the mind-blowing exhibits is a carved …
Walking along an aerial boardwalk I see wonderful drawings of birds routered into the handrail. I love this one of a Blue …
Today I’m in Exminster in Devon looking at a Lapwing across the sodden fields.
There’s a lost sock impaled on the barbed wire at Noup Head. The other one is probably still inside your duvet cover …
On Westray the ruins of old buildings litter the farming landscape. Memories of the lives lived in joy and hardship linger around …
The rock pools of Westray are magnificent underwater gardens. Here, red Coral Weed makes a frondy jungle.
I didn’t even see this Razorbill on the cliffs last summer at Noup Head until The Puffin Whisperer pointed it out to …
There are corks jammed tight into the cracks in the rock in this Westray cave.