Sometimes I wonder how I, as a human, fit in to this place.

I arrive disturbing jays, robin and chaffinch as I walk along the wooded path. A fox barks at times, moths flutter. Bats are roosting. I peruse the loch and marvel at the water alive with insects skimming the surface and the occasional breaking of the silver sheen by pike, or the wind pushing waves on shore. There are fungi in the woods and flakes of late blooming flowers in the air.

On the Loch itself, are the plentiful, and might I add, fanciful great-crested grebe with now increasing numbers of tufted duck  and goosanders, a solitary pochard. They are all relishing small invertebrates, perch, trout and pike. Grey herons are doing the same from shore. Of course there are the “up-enders”; mallards, Canada geese and mute swans seeking their vegetatation and invertebrates. I could go on…

Yesterday afternoon we were graced by “our” stalwart male at the nest, for moments only, but exciting ones to us. Monitoring of any kind has its’ merits, sharing of information beneficial. Perhaps as mused earlier he and his two young have been seen on thursday morning. I was certain that we were seeing one juvie roosting on thursday evening.

As I marvel, I wonder, as a human, how I fit in… Rinchen