The loch shows an infinite variety of faces as the light hits it on different days.
Lucky used to be a stray girl but has now found her new identity as a Donich Lodge boy (the vet discovered he was male when we took “her” to be spayed). He would ask you to respect his new pronouns.
The high mountain pass over the Rest and be Thankful is the main route out of the village. Here it is in winter.
Spring sky over the mountain tops.
Sunset from our front door step.
A misty moon over the mountains as darkness falls.
View over towards the loch from near the summit of Cnoc Coinnich.
A rainbow appears in a clear interval between showers.
Lochgoilhead in the distance on a clear spring morning.
As the year turns, the mountains are white on most days.
Looking across the loch from the village, clouds form a band across the hills.
Tora and Schrodi our snow Bengal brothers used to live here. RIP both of you
A dragonfly pauses for a rest by the side of our pond.
The weather here can be appalling. Here gales and torrential rain have blocked one of the village’s few roads.
The colours on the mountains fade to muted browns as autumn approaches.
The Donich Water in one of its kinder moods as it runs through our garden.
One of a myriad insects pollinating our heather.
A group of wild haggis have made a den down by the river.
Our new Highland Tiger Saphy prowling her territory. She is a demon for the wildlife with her specialized prey item being shrews. She is not adverse to mice, voles or birds however.
This is Amber aka as Bramble. She is big, black, rather podgy and a bit of a scaredy cat. We had her cloned shortly after she arrived.
Although we don’t get much snow at loch level, the higher mountains are covered for five months or so of the year
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No evidence for which of the girls brought in the shrew today – but my money is on Saphy. There definitely seems to be a difference in intelligence between the rodents – mice/voles and the “predator” insectivore shrew. Voles are often DOA. Mice are frequently alive when brought in but seem to prefer hiding to […]
One vole and one bird today. I am trying to save sensibilities by not specifying the exact type of bird Saphy specializes in – but let’s just say it is not the very common chaffinch and leave it at that. J tried to go home on the bus today. He waited at the bus stop […]
R, J and I had our own Christmas Dinner today – a sirloin roast from the “Blackface Meat Company” and all the trimmings. Unfortunately I discovered right at the last minute that one of the blades on my electric knife was missing and R had to help me carve the beef – hard to believe […]
It’s Christmas. Unfortunately my Mum and Dad are not really in a state of health for them to come here any more so we went to them in Rhu on Christmas Day. J is staying with us until 27th (or longer if the weather turns bad again!) I still did my tree – with an […]
A very mangled vole is Saphy’s contribution to the household economy today. It is Christmas Eve today and the Cats have written another carol. Amber took the lead on this one as it is in honour of her favourite purveyor of sliced chicken breast. Hark the sacred door bell rings Harbinger of wonderous things Chicken […]
Saphy back on form today with two birds (both dead) and a very lively shrew which we eventually caught and released. Back to dreich again outside – we are walking up to the top of the hill and back every day but there is no great pleasure in it while the weather is like this, […]
Saphy didn’t get anything again today. Interestingly – Schrodi always used to get loads of voles when there was snow on the ground – I thought it was because they showed up well against a white background. Saphy doesn’t seem to have mastered the technique though. I made my Christmas cake today. I decorated with […]
Saphy brought in nothing at all. She registered an official complaint to the authorities about the snow.
On the third day of Mousemas, Saphy brought to me – Two Shrews one living one dead. Amber poked her nose out of the door for thirty seconds.
On the second day of Mousemas Saphy brought to me – one lively mouse The cats tell me they are writing Christmas Carols. This was their first attempt. O come all you birdies feathery and toothsome Come ye, oh come ye to Lochgoilhead Come and be bitten, come and now be eaten O come just […]
