One of my most vivid sound memories is of being on the hills just north of here in thick cloud and hearing skeins of Pinkfeet passing low overhead. It felt like being in a hall filled with the sound of a Scottish autumn.
What an absolute joy to read having just come from Pilling, Lancashire where we were awed and privileged to see and hear thousands of pink-footed geese.
Thank you for putting into context the wonders that we've just witnessed. So lucky that they stop by our neck of the woods
Pinkies are always the sound of autumn for me (in the same way the oystercatchers herald spring) - lovely piece of nature writing
Thanks Derek. We don't hear many here in Sussex, but the occasions I've heard them linger in the memory.
Oystercatcher - now there's a great sound too!
One of my most vivid sound memories is of being on the hills just north of here in thick cloud and hearing skeins of Pinkfeet passing low overhead. It felt like being in a hall filled with the sound of a Scottish autumn.
Gorgeous presentation!
What an absolute joy to read having just come from Pilling, Lancashire where we were awed and privileged to see and hear thousands of pink-footed geese.
Thank you for putting into context the wonders that we've just witnessed. So lucky that they stop by our neck of the woods
What a sight and sound! How extraordinary. 😄
“a skein of geese” — what a lovely expression. 🥰
Isn’t it? I love Stephen’s observation that the skein seems to ‘detach from the bare branches of a tree’. Another line written in the sky.
Absolutely.