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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
Aspyn, in bright afternoon sunshine.
Here, she is checking out the big granite rocks at the base of the old byre, and playing in the nearby daffodils.
It wasn’t until after I’d taken this shot that I noticed the rainbow colours in her coat...I can see gold, blue, green, purple and pink.
She is PROBABLY unaware of this, but she is something of a narcissistic prima donna... 😄💙
In my driveway,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
Salyx, in the garden.
Here, she is tracking a bee!
Over the last three months, we have been transforming some of the wild part of the garden into a flower garden and sitting area. I had to move the little table I built when I discovered a bees’ nest at the base of the old granite byre wall. It is a very well-populated nest! The bees love the flowers and there is a constant stream of them in and out, on the bee highway! (The blue cast-iron flower “thingy” holds water -and stepping stones- so that the bees can have a drink without drowning.)
Salyx knows not to tackle the bees - she watches but will not engage with them. Thank goodness...
In the garden,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
25 July, 2021
Olympus OMD - EM-1
ISO - 800
228.0 mm
(I Pad screenshot)
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
Camassia (blue) and Osteospermum (yellow).
The red is the doorpost of one of my byres (barns) and some plant pots.
I thought the colours looked lovely.
In my yard,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
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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
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
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
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.
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?
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
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
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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I love how some people take the time to make the world a more interesting place for others. Passing this old byre in Kilmory, I did a double take, as I spotted the pony, looking so lifelike out of the door. 10/10 to whoever did this. I think it looks great!
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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 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.
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.
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.
Val Louron - French Pyrenees
Louron Valley is a valley of the Pays d'Aure, the southeastern end of the Hautes-Pyrenees.
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We kept turning around as these big ominous dark clouds were coming. I loved the old byre which looked great.
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.