by Keith Broomfield | Feb 18, 2020 | Wildlife
It’s all about finding the right opportunity – and this pair of red-breasted mergansers fishing close to the shore at St Cyrus had certainly found that. Despite the air being still, rolling breakers were crashing into the shore with some ferocity. But the power of the...
by Keith Broomfield | Jan 16, 2020 | Wildlife
Sitting still with hardly a flicker of a muscle, until you blend seamlessly into the landscape and become part of nature is such a productive way for seeking out wildlife; and so it proved in this little strip of woodland by the edge of the Ochils. I had found a mossy...
by Keith Broomfield | Nov 29, 2019 | Wildlife
I was walking by a wooded edge near my home when the air was broken by a crackling of twigs and the gentle thump of pattering hooves. It was a roe deer and it had picked up my scent. Although wary, it couldn’t see me because a tangle of hawthorn bushes lay between us....
by Keith Broomfield | Nov 6, 2019 | Wildlife
Dusk is falling upon Strathdevon; the ground is hard from the cold autumn chill and as I make my way along the riverbank a steady flow of rooks and jackdaws swirl above me on tumbling wings as they head to their night-time roost on the wooded ridge. I stop for a while...
by Keith Broomfield | Sep 11, 2019 | Wildlife
Sometimes the strangest things happen. I was making my way along the banks of the River Devon by the edge of the Ochils, accompanied by Lottie, our spirited Welsh springer, who trotted ahead, sniffing every nook and cranny as spaniels are so wired to do. Suddenly,...
by Keith Broomfield | Jun 18, 2019 | Wildlife
Oh, what wonderful names – early thorn, nut-tree tussock, flame carpet and scalloped hazel, it is almost as if a poet had conjured their creation. They are, of course, the names of some of our moth species, and all which I have caught in my light-trap in recent weeks....
