The Games Naturalists Play

  There is an interesting piece in this weekends Eastern Daily Press 'Weekend' magazine by Mark Cocker entitled 'Striking A Balance Been Man And Conservation'. It wasn't that title that caught my eye. It was the sub-title 'Can you reconcile being a shooting estate with nature conservation?' Oh dear. Here we go again. The EDP is a huge publication … Continue reading The Games Naturalists Play

A Summer Storm Over A Norfolk Wood

The dark and bulbous cloud bank rolled toward the wood like a series of breaking waves. The gunmetal texture in high contrast to the fields of ripe, yellow rape. Above the brimstone crop, swallows and swifts flew sorties amongst the storm flies and aphids trapped in the pressure front of the moist tsunami. The deep, … Continue reading A Summer Storm Over A Norfolk Wood

Permission To Shoot, Sir!

  This piece was originally published freely on the internet by me in 2007. It was also included in my book The Airgun Hunters Year, published by Merlin Unwin in 2011. Links to purchase this book are on this site. http://www.wildscribbler.com The subject of difficulty in acquiring permission to shoot on private land is one … Continue reading Permission To Shoot, Sir!

Easter – Sad Birders & Fake Murders

Family obligations always sit lighter with me when they involve the outdoors, so a previously unexplored walk around Dunwich and Minsmere was undertaken with only minimal protest on Easter Sunday. I feel naked walking without a gun but carrying my DSLR camera at least preserves some modesty and purpose. As the route planning was left … Continue reading Easter – Sad Birders & Fake Murders

Katie And The Coal Tits

Driving towards my shoot this morning I passed the rookery. Already it is all clamour and commotion, the older birds restoring their nests while the competition for ‘new-builds’ by the next generation is lively. I paused for a while to enjoy the industry. Dozens of the white-faced black birds soaring from bough to brash in … Continue reading Katie And The Coal Tits

Harriers and Harnsers

Walking along the banks of the only man-made canal in Norfolk, the redundant Dilham Canal, resembled a walk through a petrified forest. Whatever calamity had befallen the trees here was beyond my limited arboreal knowledge. Dutch Elm disease? The legions of half-trees, many now devoid of bark and ravaged by woodpecker drillings looked as though … Continue reading Harriers and Harnsers