Rannoch brindled beauty moth
When you put your foot it, if it doesn’t drown you, it makes you feel like a complete arse.
Out on the moss the cuckoo’s favourite food is the hairy caterpillar. The gut of the cuckoo is so full of these caterpillars that it is like a furry purse.
“…The nest of the curlew / is in the bubbling peat-moss…” from a traditional Highland song, quoted by @JimHunter22 in ‘The Other Side of Sorrow’ @BirlinnBooks
Cutting, catching, throwing: rhythms and patterns at the Mayday peatbank.
After another glorious May Bank Holiday cutting, more beer.
A beer after the cutting is finished…
Mayday weekend is peat cutting time. The tairsgeir, tusker or turf spade is stained the same colour as the peat .