The glen leading down to West Ardhu is a fickle place.
Though the massive rock terraces are themselves immovable, weather conditions lend them a shadow-life that belies their static nature. It is a place fit for eagles.
There are days when the sun slants over the geological scars in this landscape, calling to mind the great steppe of Ethiopia.
Other times, the light is full and bright and flat; tempting the casual observer to a higher place, where the air drips with the song of skylarks and the sleepy drone of distant cuckoos.
Each step on this terrace is a green and gold. Above, curlews trill a soulful lament. Below, sheep peer out from roofless dwellings on the valley floor.
Lately the glen has been hidden. Familiar lines in the fabric of the landscape are shrouded in low cloud.
Trees steam as the water vapour leaving their needles condenses and feeds into a burgeoning mass of grey above.
At the the nest, the chick’s efforts to exercise have been somewhat dampened. Water droplets dribble from his horny beak, and his feathers must be shaken often to dislodge the moisture collecting there.
With tendrils of mist curling about them, the adult birds sit in strange half-light. No insects fizz in the ditches. No small birds twitter from the birch stands.
The silence is heavy, but the spectacle is magnificent.
At the time of writing the chick is approaching his twelfth week. He has developed a preference for sitting out on a branch at the side of his nest platform, but as yet, he has not taken his maiden flight.
Conditions are set to improve as we move towards the weekend, and I feel sure that this will bring about a change.
It won’t be long before his shadow joins the play of sun and cloud and rain that animates our glen.
I hope you’ll come and see it too.
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