Mother Nature and Father time doing their magical things on Fair Isle
Having lived in urban areas, in busy cities like New York and Los Angeles, where nature is tamed and does not take an important place in daily life, a rural experience does your soul good. There are subtle places and glimpses of beauty, mystery, and adventure here on this remote outpost of an island. There are many gifts for us as we prove willing to explore its magnificent diversity. That's why I take so many pictures and videos! It's a gift, that's why they call it the present (hahah) and there is a lot of now here... One day at a time, one hour, one minute, one breath. Ok enough of the flowery language, it'is just a so fish out of water feeling to be here.
There is an endless prospect of magic and beauty in this harsh environment. We feel connected here, and the truth of the matter is, when we leave this place, we feel disconnected, and that is good too, because when we return, we appreciate what we have had---which is an authetic, estatic life of rural life on a croft farm.
All that is required here is the peaceful mind of a keen observer. That;s why there are so many birders, watching the migrations of a variety of species..
Much like babies learning to walk, learning to fly is a process for baby birds...This week it has been the Fulmers, the baby's learning to fly...but with no wind, they appear wounded in action, but these are just growing pains- a temporary grounding as they learn to fly- The main source of motivation for baby birds is food. The baby bird knows nothing more than that at regular intervals their mother will come and drop some food off in their mouth. Slowly the mother bird will stand farther and farther away from the nest, forcing the baby bird to come out of the nest in order to get food.