Jenny, back on the nest, ready to produce this year’s clutch of eggs.
Category Archives: News from the Nest
Easter Sunday morning and the adult male swan patrols the harbour. Nest building has started again and he is on the look out for intruding males. A sea fret hides familiar landmarks in a shining veil of misty light.
A week ago the last cygnet reluctantly left the nest and Eyemouth, chased up the road by its parent. For several days Jock and Jenny could be seen patrolling the harbour on the lookout for homing adolescents. Now they return to the muddy bank at the mouth of the river Eye where nest building will begin again in the Spring.
It must be confusing to be a swan. Those parents that have nurtured you for nine months, taught you to swim, to fight, to fly….. now only have time for each other. Not only do they not have time for you…. but they want you to pack up and go. Fly the nest, leave the […]
Only three cygnets remain. As large as the parent birds……. …..but yet to learn the art of making yourself look big.
‘Be thou my Guardian and my Guide And hear me when I call; Let not my slippery footsteps slide, And hold me lest I fall’ Isaac Williams News from the Nest has been quiet for some time but the swans have not been idle. Twice mentioned in the Berwickshire News, once for having been rescued […]
A magnificent sight as the young swans hone their flying skills in Eyemouth bay. The embryonic wings have now grown to a size which will support the weight of their large bodies. The parents have taught them well. In a few weeks time they will leave the nest and look for territory of their own.
Sunday morning and a beautiful flat calm in Eyemouth bay. In salt water the swans forage for weed and algae. The edge of Fort Point can be seen in the distance. The profile resembles a dog with its paws stretched out to sea. A real dog appears. It is ready for action and has the same dog face as […]
Not many miles from Eyemouth is the man made lake of Mire Loch in St Abb’s Head Nature Reserve. Each year a pair of swans nest here and raise their young. In the golden light of sunset it becomes the stuff of Arthurian legend.
With under a week to go before Scotland decides its future, views are being made public in formal and informal ways. The swans swim in oily waters, oblivious to great changes in the air.
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