Feeding the Kids

After I had taken a few photos around the park and surroundings on Thursday I headed off to Store Lungegårdsvatnet and my encounter with the Oystercatcher.  On the way to meet the afrorementioned shore dweller I saw a couple of Starlings hopping about in an agitated state on a piece of grass. This, of course , is spring and I suspect these two were gathering all the worms they found to feed some hungry offspring nesting nearby.  They appeared to have hit the motherlode as far as worms were concerned and I think their kids will not have been hungry that evening…

25 thoughts on “Feeding the Kids

  1. I’m impressed with how beautiful Starlings actually are. They’re such a common bird that you don’t tend to pay much notice to them, but when you see them up close like that you can see just how detailed their feathers are, quite beautiful 🙂

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      1. The ordinary is truly extra-ordinary. In a world full of riches, from golden sunsets to jewel-coloured butterflies no-one ever needs to feel poor. So many great photos on your blog. I’m off to Ayrshire next week for a Scottish transfusion of awesomeness – I’ll give your greetings to Colmonell and Ballantrae and see if I can find something to photograph!

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        1. A couple of shots of Colmonell church wouldn’t go amiss since (despite my rampant atheism!) my great-grandfather was the meenister there for donkey’s decades and my grandfather was born in the manse next door. I’m sure there’s a plaque somewhere commemorating the Rev and maybe even a photo.

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          1. I have some nice shots of the Church and the wonderful views from the most serene of burial places – I just have to find them!! But I will take some new ones weather permitting. In the meantime have a look at this site http://www.panoramio.com/photo/35421444. When was your great-Grandfather the minister? My relatives have graves there from 1655 up to the early 1900’s. My Dad’s great-Grandfather was born on a farm in Bardrochwood and later lived in Heronford on the other side of the Stinchar from the Church. Such glorious places.

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            1. Would that be anywhere near the big hoose where the local lairds the McEwans lived? Tis such a joy to know that someone has actually heard of these wee places. I once hitched a lift from a bloke who’d heard of Colmonell, but he wis a meenister! My GGF was there from mid to late 1800’s until the turn of the century or thereabouts. My last visit to the place was tae chuck my grandfaither’s ashes in the Stinchar where he played as a kid and that was aboot thirty years ago. I aim to go back and show Mrs M the ancestral homeland at some point but havnae got roond tae it fot a wee whilie! I always knew the Hollish were lucky to huv ye, lol 😀

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              1. http://www.rorymcewen.com/ Take a shifty at this and know that Rory was everything they say about him and more. As a student I responded to an advert for a second cook working for Rory and Romana McEwen in their hunting lodge Bardrochat over the summer months when the great and the good came to experience Scotland in its purest form. Working from 6am till midnight 6 days a week with a few hours free on Sundays it was an experience of a lifetime. The kitchen was the first place Rory entered when returning to the house from his studio or from fishing or the hill. I worked 3 seasons with and for the famiy and subsequently was invited to weddings and their London home. It was a great loss to the world of creativity when this gentle man died. The funny thing is that when I applied for the job I didn’t know that it would be Colmonell and I didn’t learn about our family connection to the place until I went there. Some things are just meant to be and I have been in love with the Stinchar valley ever since. When you visit Mrs M will be delighted by the road from Ballantrae which apart from the hard surface has the same atmosphere that it must have had 300 years ago. Pheasant walk along the middle of the road and deer appear and disappear amongst the trees. Wild flowers grow in abundant variety and when you stop and listen it is the sound of Nature that predominates, a multilayerd resonance of river and birdsong, buzzing of honey laden bees and the rustling of leaves and grasses. One of the world’s great wonders.

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            2. PS Just checked the link you gave me and I near aboot had a coronary! I remember it like it was yesterday and I will be showing this pic to the divine Mrs M when she returns from work. Thank you so much for passing this link on. Grote kus ; -) xxxx

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