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the dawn comes cold, the haystack smokes
the green twigs crackle in the fire,
the dew is dripping from the oaks
and sleepy men bear milking-yokes
slowly towards the cattle-byre
Just-fledged baby swallow... [Hirundo rustica]
The swallows’ third clutch is now beginning to fledge. It’s a bloomin party in my yard from the crack of dawn, through the day, then in the evening, as all the fledged babies take up position on the rone pipes and cables, awaiting tasty morsels from their over-worked but über-attentive parents.
Here, this wee guy completely ignored me as I was sitting at a table in the yard. His parents were coming and going around the yard and into the byre (barn), feeding the fledged and the yet-to-fledge youngsters.
I thought he looked as though he were singing a power ballad, complete with vibrating wings, with hyper-emotion and wordless intensity (I know: I’m utterly guilty of anthropomorphism) calling out to mum and dad for a feed. Maybe, “All By Myself” - Eric Carmen or “I Wanna Know What Love Is” - Foreigner.
Poor wee hungry soul! 😀
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
(cropped)
Jaspyr climbed up onto the roof of one of the old byres…Here, he is trying to work out how to get back down. Safely.
Years ago, when he was just a kitten, this big eejit found himself on the very apex of one of the byre roofs. He proceeded to slide straight down, with his front feet splayed, like snowploughing skis, in a foiled attempt to halt his downward plummet. He (and I) got a real fright. Fortunately, he was perfectly fine, if a little shaken and hiding under my bed. Very rare to see him on any of the roofs…
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
(On and off at the moment. Very busy at work so trying to catch up on Flickr.)
My Rowyn...
Here, she came around the corner of the byre, wondering where I was.
She is such a sweet wee thing. She “talks” a lot and is happiest when I give her a piece of toast with a little butter. She can be found around my feet in the kitchen, just when the toaster flips up the toast.
She loves lying in the sun and yesterday was a lovely afternoon.
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
On the last day of the decade...
Salyx, coming down from the roof of one of the old byres (barns), having surveyed the immediate surroundings and the Valley, down the hill.
She is very sure-footed and sue of herself, but my heart is in my mouth every time I see her up so high!
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
“All along the watchtower...
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl.”
Jimi Hendrix
A beautiful sunny day, here, on Sunday, 25/2/18.
Salyx and Fyonnbahr decided to waltz around on this byre (barn) roof...It always raises my pulse (!) a little, but they are very agile. A little pied wagtail joined them, briefly, but neither of my darling, lovable eejits noticed!
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
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Sunday, 7/1/18
Looking south from my garden, South Carrick Hills in low, warm winter light. The field with the sheep abuts my garden fence, on this side. I really liked the long shadows cast by these sheep in this light.
Some days, when the weather and the light are just right, singing can be heard echoing along these hills...The sheep aren’t that impressed with the racket; the spring lambs think they’re about to be hand fed and run towards me, but the cows (in May/June, when they are released from winter byres) just love it...
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
Love and light, my friends.
With California - 10/1/18
Rowyn, in the yard.
Backlit in evening sunshine...She looks angelic, here, and normally, she is. However, she had just waited for Fyonnbahr, her wee brother, to pop his head out of the byre (barn) and bopped him, playfully, on the head!
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
Rose of Sharon
[Hibiscus syriacus]
Beautiful and delicate, this flower is on a shrub in my niece’s garden, in Toronto.
I have always loved this plant and, about three years ago, I had two sent to my house via the internet. Delivered to the wrong house, they sat for about two weeks in a byre (barn) about two miles from my house...When I eventually got them, they were very sick-looking wee plants. I put one in a pot in the yard and the other in the garden. They still look quite small but the one in the yard has flower buds! Maybe this year...
“But tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
...Did you sail across the sun
...Did you fall from a shooting star...?”
‘Drops of Jupiter’ Train
Toronto,
Canada
Olympus OMD-EM1
ISO 200
75.0mm
17/7/18
Sitting prettily on the shore of Traigh Bhalaigh (Traigh Valley) near the village of Malacleit in North Uist sits this lovely holiday let which must be one of the most photographed thatched roof cottages on the Island. The stretch of sand behind the cottage can make a pleasant walk ( tidal of course) out to the Isle of “Valley Bhalaigh” where the Historian and Antiquary, Erskine Beveridge once lived.
Fyonnbahr, on one of the old byre roofs. He looks quite composed - look at his back foot...not as calm as I'd like!
SW Scotland
Have been making the most of my new wide angle lens. This is on the corner of a busy junction in Glasgows west end. Here was me down on my hands & knees on a Sunday lunchtime admiring and taking shots of Glasgows great architecture. It does bear a canny resemblance to Darth Vader. Is this a relative?
Byre, in agriculture, farm building for sheltering animals, their feed and other supplies, farm machinery, and farm products. Byres are named according to their purpose, as hog barns, dairy barns, and tractor barns. A general-purpose barn, used for housing horses and mules, cows, calves, and sheep and for storing hay and grain. Although the need for the general barn declined with the advent of tractors and electrical service, one or more byres are still found on the majority of Scottish and European farms. Many have been adapted to other uses.
(Scottish Black Face X)
These two cuties are now sisters. The little black lamb, Ebony, was rejected by her mother and the shepherd made the decision to pair her with the white lamb’s mother, who had just produced Ivory. This is not unusual. It does, however, take some time for the mother to accept the new lamb as her own. Consequently, the three of them have been isolated, in close quarters, in one of my byres (barns) for about a week, in order to pair successfully.
Here, they have just been allowed into the nursery field, behind my house, for a few days. All is going well, and Ebony is now established as part of the new little family, “in perfect harmony”. Happy days!
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
“Ebony and Ivory” Paul McCartney & Stevie Wonder
[turdus philomelus]
This lovely little guy appeared on the old byre (barn) roof. The early morning sunlight highlights the gold/yellow on his chest and beak. Oh - and his song is lovely and melodious!
SW Scotland
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The River Coupall and the Lagangarbh Hut. Just hidden on the left is the byre where I spent many a night when it was let to Lothian Council for Outdoor Education courses. On the left is the Tourist Route heading up Buachaille Etive Mor, and across the Lairig Gartain is Buachaille Etive Beag.
Contrary to popular belief, this is not Glen Coe, which has its own river, or even Glencoe, which is a village... the River Coupall belongs to Glen Etive.
Two thatched croft houses at Malacleit on North Uist with the fabulous Traigh Bhalaig behind.
The right-hand cottage also has a thatched byre for the animals (which sadly now has a large wooden shed alongside). All that was missing was the sun, but at least it wasn't raining!
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A traditional thatched croft house and byre is situated by the shore of Traigh Vallay (Vallay sands) at Malacleit on the Isle of North Uist, Outer Hebrides, Scotland. When the sun is high, the shell sand and pure waters put on a spectacular show.
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The defining characteristic of the Yorkshire Dales for many, is the intricate pattern of stone walls and field barns that leave no part of the valley floors and sides untouched. These are the legacy of upland hill farming which has formed a unique historic landscape. The barns were built in haymeadows, to house the annual crop. Cattle were then kept in the byre end of the barns over the winter months and fed on the hay, their manure being used to fertilise the hay-meadow to ensure a good crop the next year. And so the cycle continued year after year.
I took a little drive over the border to Scotland and to Byre Burn woods , the colours are coming out nicely but I reckon a couple of more weeks will be even better.
The Black Houses were a traditional Scottish dwelling particularly in The Outer Hebrides and Highlands, built with thick double-stone walls and a thatched roof. The interior walls became blackened by smoke from the central peat fire, which lacked a chimney. A key feature was that they were designed to house both people and livestock together for warmth, with the animals often kept in a byre separated by a wall or in the same space as the people. Black houses were named not because of the fact that they were in the early days smoke filled and had small windows, but because they were compared to the new 'white houses' being built in the late 1800's. The new 'white houses' were designed to separate humans from their livestock and animals.
On my way home along Edenside, saw one of these sporting above a roadside byre. Stopped, hopeful of an early shot or two since these often seem to follow a rough patrol circle and sure enough several minutes later it returned but this time there was a small number of them dog fighting in swerving playful darts over the byre. Some slow enough to allow a burst to succeed. Hence the above.
Some more of the shiny fungi freshly turned out, spotted whilst walking in Byreburn woods this morning.
On my way home along Edenside, saw one of these sporting above a roadside byre. Stopped, hopeful of an early shot or two since these often seem to follow a rough patrol circle and sure enough several minutes later it returned but this time there was a small number of them dog fighting in swerving playful darts over the byre. Some slow enough to allow a burst to succeed. Hence the above.
Early on the first morning of the year 1880 the young lady house keeper of Belmomt Farm, near the village of Blanchland - the right most ruin in the image above - found blood on the floor of the cow byre at the left end of the house. In the loft she found the lifeless body of the infirm farmers eldest son. He had been killed by a blow from a hammer which lay close by. The local constable and doctor arrived later in the and the county authorities some days later, by which time loft had been scrubbed clean by the infirm farmer.
The house keeper was tried for and acquitted of murder.
In the 1881 census the house keeper was recorded as working in a town some 30 miles away. A younger son was working the farm and the still infirm owner had taken on another young woman as house keeper.
No one ever went to the gallows for the murder of Robert Snowball.
Rewind four years to the spring of 2012, and this classy Alexander PS type bodied Volvo B10M descends Byres Road in Glasgow's fashionable west end on service 8.
South façade of the Red Haubarg on the Eiderstedt peninsula near the village of Witzwort, Nordfriesland, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
Some background information:
The Red Haubarg (in German: "Roter Haubarg") is a listed historic building and former farmhouse in the municipality of Witzwort in the district of Nordfriesland. It is considered the most famous haubarg. The building is located at the northeastern end of the Eiderstedt peninsula, just about 1.5 kilometers (less than one mile) away from the North Sea.
Like all haubargs, the Red Haubarg has a rectangular floor plan. It stands on eight wooden posts, which are joined by longitudinal and transverse beams. This method of construction meant that the house was resistant to the forces of nature, especially storms and their associated surges. Even if a storm surge collapses the walls, the posts will still support the roof and the basic structure of the house remains undamaged. This design also simplified the renovation of the walls, which began to "salt out" after about 100 years and had to be replaced. The word "haubarg" means a place for piling or stacking hay. Haubargs were byre-dwellings, where the farming families and their animals lived together under one roof, but in separate rooms of course.
On the artificial dwelling mound of the Adolfskoog, which was diked between 1575 and 1579 under Duke Adolf of Schleswig-Holstein-Gottorf, there was a building in 1605 owned by Duchess Augusta. Like other buildings in princely ownership, this structure was not thatched with reed but covered with red tiles. However, it was probably not yet the present-day haubarg, whose early history remains largely unclear. There is no evidence for the construction date of 1647/48 mentioned in some sources. However, on a map from 1679, it is already depicted in its present form.
During renovation work between 1983 and 1986, two filled-in cellars were discovered beneath the haubarg, which are likely the remains of an older building. It is possible that the ducal manor house mentioned in 1605 was damaged by the Burchardi Flood of 1634 and replaced by the current structure afterwards.
The building is first referred to as the "Red Haubarg" in a source from 1749, which discusses the privileges granted to the farm during the diking and their applicability to its respective tenants. The tradition that the building burned down in 1759 and was replaced by the current structure does not refer to the Red Haubarg in the parish of Witzwort, but is based on a confusion with a second haubarg in the Südermarsch, which at the time also belonged to the Eiderstedt region.
Around 1800, the Red Haubarg came into the possession of the Asmussen family from Husum. In 1859, the then owners, Catharina Asmussen and her cousin August Friedrich Woldsen, established the "Asmussen-Woldsen legacy for the city of Husum", in which the income from the land belonging to the Red Haubarg was allocated for social purposes, particularly for the establishment and maintenance of a school for young children and a widow’s residence. In 1983, the Red Haubarg became the property of the "Stiftung Nordfriesland", which is based on the Asmussen-Woldsen legacy.
According to legend, a poor farmer’s hut once stood on the site where the Red Haubarg stands today. The poor farmer, who owned it, was in love with the daughter of a wealthy blacksmith. The daughter loved him in return, and the young couple had the support of her mother. However, the blacksmith refused to promise his daughter to someone who owned so little. So the poor farmer made a pact with the devil: if the devil could build him a grand house with 100 windows before the first rooster crowed, he would give up his soul in return.
The devil agreed and began constructing the haubarg at great speed. When the farmer became frightened, he fled to his beloved and her mother, who immediately sensed that something was wrong. Thinking quickly, the mother grabbed a rooster and shook it until it crowed. In this way, she managed to save the farmer’s soul just in time—the devil was in the process of installing the 99th window. Furious, the devil returned to hell, and the young couple were able to marry happily.
Today, the Red Haubarg is open to the public. It houses the agricultural section of the Eiderstedt Local History Museum as well as a restaurant. A sculpture of the devil on the grounds still commemorates the legend, and if you count the building’s windows, you will find that there are indeed exactly 99. According to the legend, all attempts to install a 100th window have failed—the panes always shattered during the following night.
Eiderstedt, where the Red Haubarg is located, is a peninsula on the North Sea coast. It is about 30 kilometers long and 15 kilometers wide and was formed around 1200 through land reclamation with dike constructions and the consolidation of two islands and a peninsula. Those were the islands of Utholm and Westerheversand as well as the Everschop-Eiderstedt penisnsula. Today, about 22,000 people live in the 24 towns and municipalities of the peninsula. Eiderstedt is particularly flat and protected against the North Sea by grass-covered dikes. These dikes are grazed by numerous flocks of sheep, just like the salt meadows on the other side of the dikes, which blend into the Wadden Sea.
Pressed into service today is one of the pair of loaned ERMs from Edinburgh Tours. Caught in Byres Rd with the excellent Tennents Bar in the background. Highly recommended for its range of guest ales.
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