We saw few Common Ringed Plover chicks yesterday on Barassie Beech. Given the numbers of dogs being walked along the beech I am surprised that they survive. The parent birds seem to try and draw us off, buy running along or down the shore, while the wee ones head in the other direction.
A walk along the pipe track this afternoon clear and warm. A few butterflies, whites, peacocks and a small copper.
I had a walk round Ardmore Yesterday. From the top left: Red-tailed bee on knapweed, robin, heron, osprey, map of where whotos were taken, white butterfly, two little egrets, two little egrets again, meadow brown butterfly. I got to watch the osprey and egrets fishing for a while.
I was watching this green-veined white fluttering across the path and into the birch leaves. It closed its wings and vanished. Scanning with the zoom lens I could not find it until I notice this shield bug then the butterfly behind it. #butterfly
Read: Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah ★★★☆☆ 📚
Dystopia, prisoners fight to the death. Illuminating prisons & racism. Parallels with sport, advertising & reality TV. Quite a page turner, too much on weapons, technical details etc. great footnotes mix fact & fiction.
#silentSunday
Read: The Secret Hours by Mick Herron ★★★★☆ 📚
I actually think I enjoyed this more than the Slow Horses books. There was some amusing civil service & government committee scenes, less over the top characters. Nice unobtrusive links to Slow Horses too.
Walk with Christine yesterday afternoon. Unusually quiet, only a couple of folk around. Map & photos:
walkmapA great set of links and info. I started gently scratching the indieWeb itch here is 2015 when I installed some of the plugins. I still think it is a good idea.
Read: The Sun Walks Down by Fiona Mcfarlane ★★★★★ 📚
A lost boy in the Australian outback at the end of the 19th century. The many searchers & their tangled involvement with each other, the land & the landscape weave in & out of the story. Great detail about each without losing momentum.
This was the time of day when the sun touched the red hill and the gods came creeping out of it—out of the sun. They parted the branches of the cypress tree and stepped with care over the rocks at the top of the hill. They ran like water down the hill, and their footsteps were like water around the corners of the house.