black grouse
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Hallelujah!
I was beginning to think that there were no black grouse left on the Chayne. Nobody has seen a bird for over two years, and since then they seem to have fallen off the map altogether. My repeated searches across every likely acre of the farm have failed to show fruit, and as I tumbled Continue reading
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Hare’s tail cotton grass
It hasn’t taken long for the stock proof heather laboratory to come into its own. As an experimental “sheep free” zone, I built the enclosure to see what would happen to the moor if there was no livestock on it at all. Already, it is looking greener than the surrounding area and stiff shoots are Continue reading
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My first lek
My work to regenerate black grouse habitat on the Chayne has drawn all its energy from my imagination. I have seen etchings and illustrations of black grouse shooting in the Victorian age, and local guns in their fifties and sixties still vividly recall the thrill of the sport, but only ever having seen three of Continue reading
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Making a start: The Chayne
As far as I am concerned, the Chayne is a big piece of land. Highlanders might sniff and say that there is scarcely enough room to park a land rover, but to me, one thousand six hundred acres is quite a sizeable area. Roughly circular in shape and bordered on three sides by forestry of Continue reading
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“Shout on, Morgan. You’ll be nothing tomorrow”
Swn y galon fach yn torri, 1952
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