A thoughtful retracing of steps first taken 50 plus years ago, well, it was a quiet sort of day in the wild, as if it was taking stock for the summer.
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It was perhaps obvious that my thoughts on Day 18 of 30 Days Wild turned to ducks, as it was going to be yet another ‘slightly’ wet morning.
The Wild was defiantly under the influence of the planet Mercury (the bringer of rain) as I peered out of the kitchen window, cuppa in hand, meaning that there was a 0.0001 percent chance that I…
Such mornings as this, seem to suggest rather than dictate how I should wander out on the moss.
I have become a detective; an investigator seeking clues; peering into burrows and carefully searching through grass and mud for one of the UK’s most elusive creatures, the water vole.
Somehow today’s dawn seemed to be aware that the final day of my festive odyssey was at an end and Christmas, with all its fizz and sparkle, was over for another year.
A mishmash of a day in the wild, you might say a rehash of an earlier report for today the jaunt started at 6.15am and the Wild soon dragged me, slightly reluctantly, into the dark and onto…
A chance to give something back for nature for today was my first of three winter bird counts out on Little Woolden Moss Nature Reserve for the Lancashire Wildlife Trust
This search for the Wild took me away from the moss but in truth still a part of the connectivity that the Wild needs to survive.
What can we do for the wild? This was my thought today, my wander into the wild was about to start.