A still morn it is.
“Seeing is believing”
I uttered these words to myself and again outloud later after I had gone to confirm a sighting of a guillemot on the Loch. One of our visitors had come in yesterday afternoon to say that he thought that he had seen one. Yes, guillemot, those black and white ceatures that perch on ledges all over the the North Atlantic to breed. The seabirds that do not make a nest, their eggs are an odd pear shape so that when moved they do not fall off their precipice into the rolling waves far below. I confess that I was somewhat sceptical. There were two guillemot on the Loch for a time yesterday afternoon. Seeing is believing.
There was a murder of black birds flying nearby. I heard that they were jackdaw, not crows. Hearing is believing.
We have had at least three visually impaired visitors here this season. I have guided them to the HD screen. They have had their faces barely an inch away from the image as I talked of plumage details, of molt, and described the size of the nest and “our” ospreys. They have touched the young stuffed 7 week old osprey that was unable to fly, a broken wing in nest. We have this for education purposes.
Perhaps, believing is seeing, hearing, touching…
And I still wish that others had seen the two guillemot.
I hope that we all have a moment today to believe. A still morn it is. Rinchen
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A still morn it is. “Seeing is believing” I uttered these words to myself and again outloud later after I had gone to confirm a sighting of a guillemot on …