Found: one little rabbit found sitting on the road along Ormsaigbeg. He can't be more than a few days old but he had the good fortune to be picked up by Sue Cheadle, who has a croft at Sanna, who has taken him home to try to rear him. She's going to feed him baby formula milk. Any suggestions on the care of a small rabbit with a runny nose would be much appreciated.
Friday, 27 August 2010
Lost, Lonely & Homeless
Found: one little rabbit found sitting on the road along Ormsaigbeg. He can't be more than a few days old but he had the good fortune to be picked up by Sue Cheadle, who has a croft at Sanna, who has taken him home to try to rear him. She's going to feed him baby formula milk. Any suggestions on the care of a small rabbit with a runny nose would be much appreciated.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Early Morning along Ormsaigbeg
Not a cloud in the sky on this crystalline late summer morning, but the haar, a sea fog, lay heavy across the Sound of Mull. So it seemed incongruous, walking down the road to the shop in bright sunlight, to hear the deep, vibrating boom of fog horns as ships tried to avoid collision a few miles away beyond Tobermory lighthouse.The haar forms when warmer air moves gently across an area of colder sea. It's a feature of the Sound at this time of year, one that passing yachts, in particular, dread, as they share these waters with ships the size of three football pitches which, even with the helm hard over, take a mile or so to start turning.
We walked past Craigard, a neat little working croft nestling in trees at the bottom of the heather-covered slopes of Druim na Gearr Leacainn (druim, ridge, gearr, short, leacainn, possibly leacann, slope). Close followers of the Diary will be pleased to hear that Tom Bryson's Ixworth hen that was attacked by a dog was happily foraging inside the 2,000 volt protected run with all the others, though she has to hop around on one leg.
Herons always look hunched and grumpy, and this one, sitting in the shallow waters of the small lochan beside the shop, was no exception despite the brightness of the morning. Recent high tides, pouring in through the narrow gap on its sea-side, have begun to scour away some of the weed that covers the lochan through the summer months.
Over the heron's head a battle royal was taking place between two buzzards, with the lighter one, screaming with frustrated anger, attacking the darker. It took a moment or two for the Diary to recognise a typical teenage-parent relationship. The noisy one is the youngster who has, for weeks, sat on a fence post crying out all day to be fed. Obviously he's now taking a more aggressive approach toward parents who are obviously not up to the mark.
Meanwhile, a crane fly sits peacefully on an old fencing stob, his wings irridescent in the low morning sun.
We walked past Craigard, a neat little working croft nestling in trees at the bottom of the heather-covered slopes of Druim na Gearr Leacainn (druim, ridge, gearr, short, leacainn, possibly leacann, slope). Close followers of the Diary will be pleased to hear that Tom Bryson's Ixworth hen that was attacked by a dog was happily foraging inside the 2,000 volt protected run with all the others, though she has to hop around on one leg.
Herons always look hunched and grumpy, and this one, sitting in the shallow waters of the small lochan beside the shop, was no exception despite the brightness of the morning. Recent high tides, pouring in through the narrow gap on its sea-side, have begun to scour away some of the weed that covers the lochan through the summer months.
Over the heron's head a battle royal was taking place between two buzzards, with the lighter one, screaming with frustrated anger, attacking the darker. It took a moment or two for the Diary to recognise a typical teenage-parent relationship. The noisy one is the youngster who has, for weeks, sat on a fence post crying out all day to be fed. Obviously he's now taking a more aggressive approach toward parents who are obviously not up to the mark.
Meanwhile, a crane fly sits peacefully on an old fencing stob, his wings irridescent in the low morning sun.Scott Grier Exhibition
An exhibition of Scott Grier's pictures opens this coming Sunday at the Sonachan Hotel. Scott, who is based at that centre of the known universe, Portuairk, paints the most wonderful canvasses of local scenes, and will have pictures of Kilmory, Sanna, Grigadale, Portuairk and Bay MacNeil for sale, as well as others from places further afield such as Arisaig, Corran, Laga and Glenborrodale. Called "Shorelines", the exhibition opens this Sunday at The Sonachan Hotel, and runs until Saturday 4th September.
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Playpark Afternoon
From Jac Crosbie
We'll have copies of the playpark design for you to look at in the Games room afterwards and will be serving tea/coffee/wine/juice and nibbles.
Everyone in the village is very welcome to come along, so please spread the word.
Magnificent Weather
'Magnificent' is the only word to describe West Ardnamurchan's superb weather at this time of year. One minute, the sky growls with dark, forbidding clouds, the next....
....the sun ambushes them, shining under their bellies to touch droplets of rain and create the most stunning rainbows. This view looks across the Sound of Mull to a Tobermory lighthouse picked out by the rainbow.
Both yesterday and today saw sunny intervals during which the sun, shining through beautifully clear air, became so hot that some of us got sunburnt. Yes, sunburnt - not a word commonly associated with the west coast of Scotland. Sunburnt. Wow!
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