What I saw while I was out (a general purpose nature or whatever thread)

I barely know anything about mushrooms. I was vaguely suspicious of Sheldrake as I have a sense of his old man as a bit of a charlatan but that book sounds great. And table, that sounds like a great way to spend an evening!

They've recently released some white-tailed eagles on the Isle of Wight. I'm keeping an eye out (I live in the south) but nothing yet. I went to a place in Sussex recently and saw the storks that have bred here - for the first time since the 1400s. They're getting beavers soon, too. It's all happening.

Our wildlife in the UK is a little more modest. We have to take what we can get!

the UK govt have discovered it's much cheaper to award contracts to beavers to work on UK flood defences than money-grubbing construction behemoths like Kier, Balfour Beatty etc...

Branwell, we actually have the Marren book that is much more useful in the UK context, tho still a fine read here in the US, too...if one is into that thing. He's a good writer!

Among others, the Tsing book being a household favorite for obvious reasons.

Beavers = cheaper *and* more effective. And they look awesome with all their teeth and shit.

I haven't read her myself, but a friend was telling me about Robin Wall Kimmerer the other night and now I really want to read her book about moss

We've got 'Braiding Sweetgrass' on the to-read pile atm

I dug a new bed in the garden today and jesus h the amount of acorns I had to bag up to get rid of! And about another 439 have fallen in the interim.

For the record, our garden isn't massive. Oaks grow in the alley along the back and hang over the garden.

There is an absolutely astonishing abundance of acorns this year! I’ve never seen anything like it.

Oddly, the same is true here in the states. Wonder what that's about.

I'm just back from a week in the Scottish Highlands, getting my ~shamanic ancestor vibe~ on (weirdly, I could only find the grave of the horrible, awful, mean ancestor who cut us (us in Scottish time, meaning my great-great-grandmother) off with a schilling - and could not find any trace of the graves of the Seven Victorian Aunties who were kind to my family, despite pouring over the cemetery for 2 days - is there an ILX taphophilia thread, or is there even any use for one?)

Scottish Nature is just SO! MUCH! MORE!!!! nature-y and in your face. Like, hanging out in the cemetery, THREE ENOURMOUS DEER bounded out in front of me, then made a dash for the wooded part when they saw me.

It's not that it's hard to find Nature in London - but it's far more of a 'things growing in the cracks where you least expect them' approach to noticing small things working over time. But in Scotland, it's like MOUNTAINS!!! massive fuck-off MOUNTAINS!!! RIVERS!!! that could KILL YOU as soon as look at you! LOCHS!!!! Absolutely enourmous Lochs that could swallow the population of the earth several times over! Monstrously huge TREES! The SUBLIME!!!!

I spent a lot of time looking at Ben Wyvis and feeling actual proper AWE at ~The Sublime~ and understanding why Victorians went a bit doolally at the Highlands. I didn't climb it - much too big - but I climed Craig Phadrig and mooched about feeling the ~ancestral vibes~ in the Pictish Hillfort at the top. Lovely forests! Big trees! Broom and Furze! Bracken and Heather, all in their autumnal finery! Also many, many, mushrooms of about a billion different varieties and some of them looked really welcoming and yummy and others looked like HAHA! WE ARE DEATH INCARNATE! WE WILL KILL YOU! and I need to order the book on mushrooms and learn about them.

Anyway, now I really want to move to Scotland and live in a forest up a mountain and worship mushrooms. Yes.

Glasgow and Vancouver are the only "English-speaking" cities I've ever actively wanted to move to.

Man dies after being trampled by cows near Wakefield: https://t.co/whrmzCLUZO pic.twitter.com/QpIBQkPPMC

— BBC Yorkshire (@BBCLookNorth) October 1, 2020

I like to have a sturdy drystone wall or an electric fence between me and a group of cows, as gentle and cuet as they often seem from a safe distance.

I almost got trampled by cows once, do not recommend.

Same here - just made it over a gate before 20 interested young males clattered into it behind me.

Was talking to someone recently who works with cattle. They'd found a calf abandoned in a sluiceway near a river. He jumped in to rescue it and managed to pull it out but the mother had obviously observed and came over to register her disapproval - which resulted in her knocking the calf back into the river and jumping up and down on the poor ranger's chest. He managed to roll away into the river, but not before she'd severed a finger, punctured a lung and broken his leg. Scary shit.

And Branwell, your Highland sojourn sounds glorious. I love it up there.

Ack! Ack! Oh no don't tell me terrible coo stories, coos are gentle and noble and wise creatures in my mind.

That said, no creature on this green earth is kind nor gentle when they have their wee young with them.

Now I am back, I have ordered the Merlin Sheldrake mushroom book!

The colours of the Highlands! I just can't get over them! Especially in the autumn, with the rowan trees going mad with berries and the bracken going all orange and gold. And blooming purple heathers! To match the purple-green mountains! I've just planted some heather in my little concrete yard, to remind me of the Highlands but heather always just dies on me. :(

I am trying to console myself with the reminder that it is now leafing season, and there will be lots of fun to be had, even in London, in striding through crunchy drifts of golden-orange-brown leaves with all the delightful SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! noises and textures. Yes.

I think some of it has to do with how the cows are fed? Shortly before my almost-trampled experience, I lived in France in a house right next to a cow pasture. Those cows were grass-fed, so they didn't see people as a source of food, and the only way you could even get them to come near you was by lying down on the ground - at which point they would slowly approach and you would be surrounded by big gentle questioning faces and maybe one of them would be brave enough to give you a tentative lick. So when I was walking in England, I came to a place where the path cut through a cow pasture and confidently kept going, only to have a bunch of young males come charging up to me looking for food.

Christ but my local patch is busy right now - the paths through the woods are fucked with mud because of it, basically shin-deep in most places. Consequently, I've found myself searching out new paths; I don't know how, as I've been walking these woods for years, but I found a new patch of woodland today. I caught a flock of redwings and fieldfares chattering in the trees. Amazing.

Also, there's a bloke who walks his dogs who looks a shit of a lot like Debussy.

I'm still nervous about going too much off the beaten path after getting attacked by a swarm of wasps a few years back whilst listening happily to R3 and drinking a can and suddenly I'm wearing a layer of wasps down the backs of my legs and my kid is screaming, well not exactly nervous but just not confident and relaxed about walking through thick undergrowth in woods any more. Some arsehole landowner has put up extra barbed wire at a point where their field intersects with the path and some woods. I brought my sharpest cable croppers out to remove the barbed wire but another walker had already done the job for me .. respect to whoever it was!

Ooof, that's a bit much. Yeah, bugger that although #notallwasps.

And yeah, fucking barbed wire. Was walking along a path today, totally wrecked with mud and you could totally see that people would need to reach out for support and only be able to grab onto... barbed wire. They're only protecting shitty grass, ffs!

I saw what I thought was a lapwing yesterday. I got my bins out and realised it was a blackbird, but with an almost purely but weirdly craggy white head - like it had been dipped in Artex.

I bumped into a foxhunt today. There were 3 or 4 riders with the hounds including the dickhead with the bugle. And then a bunch of laggards about a mile behind, one of which fell off their horse onto solid concrete. Country drama, innit!

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FKW0BmRXsAMpcGm?format=jpg&name=4096x4096

this was taken just before one of these arseholes was unseated onto hard road, which made my day tbh

I helped a grass snake across the road today. I must have looked mental from a distance - some bald bloke, arms stretched in a mid-air cuddle, moving across the road crab-wise. The snake was coiled up right under my nose and I didn't see it until it started moving. Must have been 3/4 of a metre long. Amazing.

A few weeks ago while out walking I saw my brother in law idly stroking a nettle. What the hell are you doing? I asked. He said they don't sting when they're in flower - it was a proper stinging nettle with the tiny dangling strings of flowers, not a red or white dead nettle. Very nervously I gave it a go, and he seemed to be right, and I tested it a couple of times on other days. Yesterday I was doing some clearing in the garden and suddenly noticed I'd been stung - by a flowering nettle. Now I don't know what to think. I haven't found any other references on the internet to this hypothesis.

There's a donkey maybe 3/4 of a mile away from me as the crow flies, on a smallholding at the edge of some disused farmland. His occasional braying comes loud and clear when it's quiet and the wind is in the right direction and I've come to think of it as a kind of Taoist chant, a reminder of the loneliness and absurdity of existence. He's a feisty wee number and comes barrelling over whenever I walk past the fence adjoining his land. I gave him a parsnip the last time I saw him and asked him to keep up the good work.