the first time i heard a corncrake i thought there was something wrong with the electrics outside. i was living on the western isles at the time and i'd never, and haven't since, heard one on the mainland. not that it was always so. as i see numbers of creatures dwindle even in the short time i've been doing surveying, here's caught by the river with a nice wee essay about the relationship between the natural world and language.
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