Aug 25th, 2020
Read MoreAnother visitor
The new feeder didn’t remain restricted to the small birds for long. Later in the day R took a photo of an intruder who had found the robin seed feeder.
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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Aug 24th, 2020
Read MoreNew Robin in the Garden
I bought a new feeder for the garden. I just hope the voracious jays and pigeons don’t knock it off as it is ceramic. Hoping that the little birds will be able to get the seeds in it and the big ones won’t. I have discovered that the bigger birds including Beaky the seagull are […]
Aug 19th, 2020
Read MorePower Cut Today
R and I were chatting in his office this morning, when suddenly the power went out. Luckily R could still get to the Internet on his mobile to get to EE’s site, but the Vodafone coverage is not good enough for me to get online, although unlike a couple of years ago I can still […]
Aug 5th, 2020
Read MoreThe Nine Billion names of God
There is a great story by Arthur C Clarke. It involves two westerners visiting a Tibetan monastery where for hundreds of years, the monks have been engaged in cataloguing the nine billion names of God; when complete the world will end. They install a computer system to finish the task, without any belief that there […]
Aug 4th, 2020
Read MoreSeven wee mices
R went to replenish our seed store yesterday. I like him to carry the sacks as they weigh 25kg and are a bit much for me. We try to keep the nuts and seeds in canisters as the shed tends to be a bit damp, and also the growing rodent population in there tends to […]
Jul 22nd, 2020
Read MoreRestoring the Deed Box
Since I was a child I have loved an old Deed box which has been in the family for ages. I don’t know how old it is, but I would guess at least 150 years. My Mum gave it to me recently and it was in dire need of repair – there were water marks […]
Jul 21st, 2020
Read MoreNot one not two but three
For the first time since we have lived here we finally saw three badgers at the same time. I always knew there were more than two and in fact badgers must be doing well at the moment as one of our neighbours had five in their garden the other day. I think this is Mum, […]
Jul 19th, 2020
Read MoreHere’s to you Nigger
I despair of our politically correct establishment which has now spread to our RAF who have decided to remove the name of a dog who was important as the mascot of the Dambusters and was called Nigger because he was black. Removing the name from the grave takes away from the memory of the brave […]
Jul 14th, 2020
Read MoreLast of the cherries gone
Not one single cherry left on the tree today. I have three fir trees at the bottom of the drive which have largely died off and come autumn I will pull them out and plant some walnuts which I think will be largely immune to birds.