First frost on the ditches
The polder looked silver at eight in the morning. Teal everywhere, a single snipe that flushed from almost under my boots, and the usual argument between two grey herons about who owns the culvert.
Gulls are hard, and that is fine
An afternoon at the harbour wall trying to tell second-winter herring gulls from everything else. I failed politely. Some notes on what actually helped.
Why I still use a paper notebook
Apps are quicker, but the pencil makes me look longer. A short defence of slow record keeping, plus the notebook I have bought four times now.