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As busy as this world seems, there is more of nothing in it than we usually care to notice.
A new poem by John Burnside.
I have less confidence in capturing orphaned and injured creatures than when I was a boy – but something had to be done
This butchery is perpetrated because the animals are thought to carry a viral disease – but there is no hard evidence to support this theory.
I may never have seen the Taj Mahal by moonlight, but I have walked in a wood carpeted with anemones, somewhere in Transylvania.
As I propped the hut door ajar so that my winter visitor could escape, I experienced a slight twinge of concern. What would it do out there, far from its nearest bush?
Sadly, I realised that these unintended sanctuaries were temporary and would soon fall to the developers.
Each species has its own style; some rise high in the air and hover, scanning the ground for tell-tale signs of movement, while others twist and dart.
Now more than ever, we should learn from our prehistoric ancestors’ reverence for the Earth.
Each year on my windy Fife ridge, I await the coming of the geese.
