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Deochan-biugh ann an Talamh Tràghaidh a' Chinn a Tuath (1 de 2)
EXTERNAL ID
GB1796_SINCLAIR_DESTHOMSON_06
LINN
1980an; 1990an
CRUTHADAIR
Desmond Nethersole-Thompson
NEACH-FIOSRACHAIDH
Taigh-tasgaidh is Gaileiridh Ealan Inbhir Nis
AITHNEACHADH MAOINE
1902
KEYWORDS
eun-eòlas
coimhead air eòin
claistinneach

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Thàinig Desmond Nethersole-Thompson chun na Gàidhealtachd an toiseach ann an 1932 gus eòin a rannsachadh. An dèidh cha mhòr fichead bliadhna de rannsachadh ann an Gleann Spè, dh'fhoillsich e a' chiad aithris aige air gnè nan deochan-biugh. Bho 1964, bha e fhèin agus a theaghlach a' fuireach ann an gleann iomallach ann an Cataibh as t-earrach far an robh iad a' leantainn deochan-biugh fad iomadh bliadhna an dèidh a chèile. Anns an earrann èisteachd seo bho 1980, tha Desmond a' toirt iomradh air an deoch-bhiugh.


The great, vast, open spaces of the flowlands of the northwest have always been a tremendous challenge, not only to me and to my family, but to a great number of very fine ornithologists. My favourite bird is the greenshank. It's another wader, about the size of a lapwing; grey mantle, long green legs, a long and a slightly uplifted, upturned eggs, upturned bill. And it also lays exceptionally beautiful eggs, sometimes of a greenish brown colour, other times buff, and always, or nearly always, with enormous blotches of red and violet and purple on them - marvellous eggs to look at. But when the clutch is completed, the hen has laid her fourth egg, she or her mate start to sit and they sit just like wax. You can stand - you can almost put your foot on them. I've actually had my foot over a sitting greenshank before I saw it and then you will not see its partner in the territory except twice a day as a rule; early in the morning, late in the evening, when the partners change duties with one another.

In the meantime, the non-sitting bird goes away to a loch or to a river and it feeds there, hour after hour, and rests as well. And then perhaps, if it's in the evening, you see it getting very excited and calling, and you sit up and you wait there. Perhaps, you've no idea where the nest is at this stage. And then, suddenly, the greenshank will take off, flying in sort of a rapid but nevertheless straight line, far up into the hills or onto the flowlands. And you watch it, you get your glass on it, and it nearly always disappears but you, next day, you go to the place that you lost it, where you saw it disappear, and then you sit you may do that for several days, each time hoping to gain a little ground and then perhaps, if you're very lucky, you'll be in a position to see the incoming bird come in, land on a tree if it was in Speyside, rock if it was in Sutherland, and start a peculiar rhythm of call which announces its presence to the non - to the sitting bird. And then, you nearly always, the greenshank'll disappear into a, into broken ground, and you have to go in and search, but the secret after that is probably going to be yours and it's one of the great and enormous thrills. And remember, even when you've got your bird going into the dip, it'll sit, very often so tightly that you can walk over it half a dozen times

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Deochan-biugh ann an Talamh Tràghaidh a' Chinn a Tuath (1 de 2)

1980an; 1990an

eun-eòlas; coimhead air eòin; claistinneach

Taigh-tasgaidh is Gaileiridh Ealan Inbhir Nis

Bill Sinclair Audio: Bird Watching

Thàinig Desmond Nethersole-Thompson chun na Gàidhealtachd an toiseach ann an 1932 gus eòin a rannsachadh. An dèidh cha mhòr fichead bliadhna de rannsachadh ann an Gleann Spè, dh'fhoillsich e a' chiad aithris aige air gnè nan deochan-biugh. Bho 1964, bha e fhèin agus a theaghlach a' fuireach ann an gleann iomallach ann an Cataibh as t-earrach far an robh iad a' leantainn deochan-biugh fad iomadh bliadhna an dèidh a chèile. Anns an earrann èisteachd seo bho 1980, tha Desmond a' toirt iomradh air an deoch-bhiugh.<br /> <br /> <br /> The great, vast, open spaces of the flowlands of the northwest have always been a tremendous challenge, not only to me and to my family, but to a great number of very fine ornithologists. My favourite bird is the greenshank. It's another wader, about the size of a lapwing; grey mantle, long green legs, a long and a slightly uplifted, upturned eggs, upturned bill. And it also lays exceptionally beautiful eggs, sometimes of a greenish brown colour, other times buff, and always, or nearly always, with enormous blotches of red and violet and purple on them - marvellous eggs to look at. But when the clutch is completed, the hen has laid her fourth egg, she or her mate start to sit and they sit just like wax. You can stand - you can almost put your foot on them. I've actually had my foot over a sitting greenshank before I saw it and then you will not see its partner in the territory except twice a day as a rule; early in the morning, late in the evening, when the partners change duties with one another. <br /> <br /> In the meantime, the non-sitting bird goes away to a loch or to a river and it feeds there, hour after hour, and rests as well. And then perhaps, if it's in the evening, you see it getting very excited and calling, and you sit up and you wait there. Perhaps, you've no idea where the nest is at this stage. And then, suddenly, the greenshank will take off, flying in sort of a rapid but nevertheless straight line, far up into the hills or onto the flowlands. And you watch it, you get your glass on it, and it nearly always disappears but you, next day, you go to the place that you lost it, where you saw it disappear, and then you sit you may do that for several days, each time hoping to gain a little ground and then perhaps, if you're very lucky, you'll be in a position to see the incoming bird come in, land on a tree if it was in Speyside, rock if it was in Sutherland, and start a peculiar rhythm of call which announces its presence to the non - to the sitting bird. And then, you nearly always, the greenshank'll disappear into a, into broken ground, and you have to go in and search, but the secret after that is probably going to be yours and it's one of the great and enormous thrills. And remember, even when you've got your bird going into the dip, it'll sit, very often so tightly that you can walk over it half a dozen times