The man who drives the combine harvester starts work on the wheat field at exactly 4:45 am. An hour later, when it's clear sleep is impossible, we're up and about and heading down to the beach. The driver stops to tell us that this is the time of year when the local finch population moult. They shed their feathers in mid-August and then spend a month hiding from the hawks in the wild blackberry thickets that line the field walls. Neither of us had ever thought of goldfinches or chaffinches moulting but it's also true that there are none of the cheeky wee things to be seen. The starlings, crows and sparrows seem to have the village gardens to themselves. Google, once again. provides some useful background on an unlikely topic :https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/00063650902792031
....and some lemon sole from the fishmongers.
Sunday is shaping up to be warm, sunny and quiet.
The intern on Radio Scotland finds a very Scottish hymn sung in a very unScottish way on this warm Sunday morning :https://youtu.be/vPq9GTZ_-_A?list=RDvPq9GTZ_-_A&t=182
A summer exhibition in Massachusetts :https://www.clarkart.edu/microsites/a-room-of-her-own/about-the-exhibition/introduction
The reading crisis debunked. Our local bookstores are thriving :https://www.mcgill.ca/oss/article/critical-thinking/reading-crisis-perspective
Chirping :https://biologyinsights.com/why-do-birds-chirp-before-a-storm/
This is quite possibly the best analysis on what's happened this week and is one of the few substacks we pay to access : https://samf.substack.com/p/half-baked-alaska
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