A name for something I knew about, canopy shyness, but didn’t know.
“When the leaves are almost gone, the branches show their ‘canopy shyness’ – a phenomenon observed in many species of trees in which the crowns of mature trees do not touch each other,” says Niven.
I love trees from below. The photographs on the British Wildlife Photography Awards are amazing.
Read: The Bandit Queens by Parini Shroff ★★★★☆ 📚
A nice trip to a distant part of the world, funny too. The dramatic climax a bit too unlikely.
Despite mealy-mouthed words about sustainability and transparency the salmon industry is Scotland’s disgrace. The gap between the iconic identity of salmon as a wild symbol of natural Scotland, and the reality is massive. The potential to completely replace this industry with regenerative genuinely sustainable jobs is huge, but the Scottish Government seems to be missing a massive open goal here, instead propping up (and covering up) for short-term lucrative gain. A mass boycott of salmon should be the goal to exert pressure on government and industry.
Scotland’s Salmon Crisis
Also: island split over plans for salmon farm
I remember, as a wee boy, seeing the netting station at the mouth of the Spey, piles of fresh run wild salmon. I now avoid eating salmon.
Had A bird filled walk along the Kelvin, someone has been feeding the parakeets. Among the rest, dippers, redwings, and a pair of jays.
No such mandate exists in blogging. You can iterate, experiment, and even invite others to help you explore a topic more. It is okay if a post is incomplete.
Watched: the first half of Napoleon, will not be watching the second half. I had no sympathy with any of the characters. ★★☆☆☆ 🎬
@johnjohnston@social.ds106.us enjoy some #bloomstrolling
@magsamond I did, not heard #bloomstrolling before but it is a great tag. Had half an hour in the park before dark. Blooms & Birdsong thanks for the prompt.
Read : Prophet Song by Paul Lynch ★★★★★ 📚
The epigram –
“In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times. Bertolt Brecht”
In the head of Eilish, mother of four, as she walks into hell, a small step at a time. Had me completely absorbed.
First Colt’s-Foot I’ve noticed this year. Is it spring yet?
