A morning bird ringing (bird banding)

Ashley Sendell-Price 4 am: with thermos in hand I close the front door behind me with a click, hop into the car, and after a short drive arrive at my destination – a water treatment facility at the foot of the Malvern Hills. Every two weeks I make the same journey to join my local... Continue Reading →

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White thieves and the wailing child

Brooke Jonson The old fisherman is hunched over his sandwich, and despite the late summer heat pulls his coat about himself like a little tent. “You afraid someone’s gonna nick yer bait, mister?!” someone calls out to him, to some good natured laughs from those assembled round the old band stand on Whitby harbour. I... Continue Reading →

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