Lorraine has just told me that to-day is a bank holiday and in 23 years of working on Rona, I have never taken one. Perhaps unintentionally when we were off on holiday but 100% I have never woken up and said to-day is a Bank Holiday, I am, taking it off!! But to-day I am going to.
So I thought I would have a few posts as I have had a few messages to say, where are your posts? Have you left? I am glad that someone is reading them but when I retire (Shortly) I will have plenty time to plunder my files and be a bit more regular, I look forward to it.
Sound of Raasay Dolphins
Spring has morphed into summer, the weather has been stunning up until this weekend now raining, heavy showers (It must be a Bank Holiday). But on a grey day it is good to sit here and post a few articles.
We have been away looking at houses and planning our retirement, we will be on Rona for a while yet but all too soon it will be time to leave and hand over to someone new. In the meantime life goes on, maintenance continues, yachts arrive and the last of ‘Our’ cottage guests have their holidays.
The only worry I had during the dry spell was Fire, with widespread coverage of the wildfires around the UK, Rona would have no chance if a spark caused the Island to ignite, it is so dry here and there is so much rank heather. A product of not having the expertise to burn here myself. I wish I had been able to, it would have seen better heather management and more forage for the deer but hey-ho, we cannot do it all.
Early Start TuesdayThe Visitors Arrive
The calm weather meant more sailings in our own boat but local only and generally in the evening, casting a line.
Collecting Antlers
I had one visit to the Islands at the South of Rona to check on the Stags and collect Antlers, a lovely trip with crisp light meaning good clear photos. The cliff face at Dhu Chamas was never so colourful, amazing.
The only problem was arriving back at the pontoon and realising I had left my binoculars on the highest point of Garbh Eilean, Doh!
Deer Counting and collecting antlers go hand in hand and it is a great opportunity during this good spell of sunny dry weather to do just that. Before the foilage/trees hides the deer it was good to get out and do an Island visit plus a spy from the boat, giving me a good idea of deer numbers and their hideouts. Always beneficial when planning the deer cull.
The photos above show the ‘Deer Baths’ caused by the deer rolling and digging up the peat with their hooves and antlers. A place to roll around, get a cooling bath and rid themselves of their ticks and keds. In the Rut a good place to ‘Black up’ to try to impress the ladies. The Peatland Erosion brigade would be having a heart attack with these wallows/baths. In their minds it is ‘Erosion’. When in fact it is totally natural and if they become wet wallows then eventually peaty ponds with any amount of insect life. Totally natural behaviour between deer, the natural environment. Moving on.
Last weeks time away took in a trip to visit friends in Shieldaig, something very much we look forward to. So the next blog will be about that as I was drawn as ever to Ben Damph to see how the Woodland Trust work was progressing, in the meantime on the way home from that trip it was a lovely surprise to see PS Waverley alongside the pier in Portree early last Thursday morning, a stunning ship and a reminder of my time on Mull in the late 1960s when the MV King George the 5th I think used to visit regularly. In my mind they look similar? It was not a paddle steamer but equally a stunning ship.
Even with the curtains closed it is light enough to trigger an early wake up. But waking up to blue skies and calm weather is always welcome and so it was this morning after a busy week that my light alarm got me out of bed at 5.30am.
I had intended getting up anyway, it is getting past the time for deer counts as the trees start to flush around now giving them plenty cover. So it was okay after my cup of coffee and a read of to-days paper to see what madness Trump had got up to overnight, to head out.
Looking Back To Portree/Sound of Raasay
By 6.30am I was on the go, rifle on my back just in case I saw a casualty, last year I saw a hind that appeared to have the ‘Staggers’. Very disconcerting to see and by the time I got back to the location with the rifle, she was gone. Most likely to suffer a lingering death, she was not in good shape. But I am pleased to report there were no traumas to-day.
Looking over to Torridon/Gairloch
Very strange time we live in here on Rona as we head for retirement, I am 69 years old and it is about time I took a backseat, so retirement looms. I keep having these thoughts, “is this the last time I will be doing this or that, it is a very strange feeling?”
Anyway moving on from that thought the deer count is an annual or bi-annual event depending on just how busy we are at this time (very busy!!) and this week no exceptiuon, with visitors and cottages, then making venison burgers. It has been a full week so far. We have a changeover tomorrow with no one coming in, heavy rain forecast so we will chill.
I usually have help but as things are a bit up in the air at the moment and my usual counter ‘Marc’ is stuffed for time off I went out myself. But there is always something serene about sitting up on one of Rona’s high points just taking in the view on a very sunny warm on the back morning.
Pano’ of the Sound of Raasay and the Trotternish Ridge
There was some debate on myself and Marc’s counting last year. But in our world it was one of the most positive counting days in all the time I was on Rona, so it was disappointing to have doubters. The weather was perfect over the days we carried it out. The wind even better, changing direction when we got to the Lighthouse and allowing for us to not wind and scare the deer off on the way back, on the first day, perfect. The next day the weather was grim from around 10.30am, but the third day it returened to normal and we concluded with a very good day in the South area.
When discussing our cull returns with Victor Clements our Deer Management Adviser who confirmed that to have culled the amount we did we must have numbers in the region we counted in April 2024.
This year it is almost a repeat.
Looking North and South from this point the air was clear, the light very good, it was possible to see deer miles away. My tally quickly rose, mostly hinds and calves as Rona is predominantly a ‘Hind’ Island.
The young males stay with the family group until about 4 years old, after that they are chased out of the group during the rut and when they return post rut they are sidelined, often joining a young bachelor party in the South quarter of Rona. Thereafter they will migrate to Raassay the following year with the bigger stags that come and go all year round. So basically the group of mature stags at the North end of Raasay are predominantly Rona stags. Leaving after the Rut in spring, summering on Raasay then returning during the Rut. In the summer in early mornings or late evenings I come across them emerging from their hiding places.
Birch Growing Well in the Runners.
Here is a typical place where a stag will live during the summer, a wee valley betwen two rock forming a flat area, quite dry and giving enough depth for Birch to easily establish. In my 23 years here some of these valleys have changed little, the dominant Birch eventually shading out the smaller ones, we have thinned quite a few of these areas for firewood. The hinds like them too and there is a bite for them, not so good to walk through with a rifle often snagging, but the deer do knock the lower branches off.
Natural pools
We are lucky here that we have a huge array of insects especially Dragonflies (of all colours and sizes) and here we have a typical pool forming at the base of the root plate of the windblown Birch. Nature in action on this flatter more wooded area which surprisingly, there are quite a few on Rona. Often where fields/runrigs wewre worked from a bygone age.
In fact from a helicopter it is obvious, like much of Scotland, on Rona, the hand of man has been busy.
The Birch Forest is Extensive At Dry Harbour
Counting deer can notoriously be a difficult task as deer are moved during the operation but on Rona, the groups are hefted to their areas and familiar faces confirm this, so doing it over three days, even for a small Island is not really an issue.
The Local Family Group
Although it is handy when as I write this the local family group decide to feed after the heavy rain around the house.
On the right is Tufty, the pet, she is over three years old, stunted and feeds from the vegetable scraps we give her plus some sheep pencils, everyone likes an underdog, Lorraine especially!! She was cast out by her Mother, a striking hind that for some reason, either, she ran out of milk of she just abandoned her. But Tufty hangs about with the Mother still and her new last years calf (the Mother is pregnant again). Last years calf as you can see is as big as Tufty. Often Tufty will go off on her own and I will see her quite a distance away.
Tufty’s Mother
As you can see Tufty’s Mother is a good hind in perfect condition, this taken in March this year, not typical of those West Highland hinds with no access to low ground and forest. Such is the lack of understanding of the needs of our wonderful Red Deer. In some folks world all they can think of is killing them, so sad.
Last Years Calves
The deer have drifted off and it is symbolic of our relationship here with deer that living in a remote location you have all the time in the world to study the Red Deer on our doorstep. Much negativity is written about Scotland’s deer, as a Deer Manager and with other collegues in the ‘trade’ it is so frustrating to hear or read what is said. The myths, the misunderstood. Maybe those that make the most noise should really listen to those that have lived with deer for most of their lives.
Looking forward to being back out tomorrow after the rain and looking forward to continuing the count.
Wall to wall sunshine for days here, but cool at night, dry as a bone on the ground and any smell of smoke gives me the jitters. So it was with alarm that I spotted our first visitors under their own steam (or paddle) 4 of my kayaking friends. They like a fire the paddlers.
Setting Up camp
Pleased to report that once they had set up their camp in full view of our living room window (albeit 3 to 400 metrees away) there was no smoke, so I relaxed and thought here we go for 2025.
The weather has been calm for a while now, the High Pressure moving around giving us occasional Northerlies which are always a worry. It has been a really good winter with nothing like the winter rains that we are used to. We are reasonably up to date with outside painting and catching up on the Maintenance schedule, sadly neglected last year.
Camping Site Almost Cleared
So it was this morning that I was just sitting having my coffee when I spotted movement at the camp, not early btw. So me being nosey I had a look through the spotting scope only to be confronted with a big hairy arse doing what arses do in the morning. Great start to the day!! I did not reach for the telephoto lens although I ditched the coffee.
Heading North
Half an hour later and they were gone, good to see they did not have a fire, it is the best thing after a day in the ‘wild’ but in these dry days it is good to be aware of the conditions and not too.
MV Seaflower Read For the Season
Saturday we saw our first guests of 2025 going away after a cracking week, but it could have all gone wrong. On Friday afternoon at 4.30pm we went over to the cottages to start the heating and check over the cottages (it was raining and blowing that night, not all sunshine). Only to find both cottages stone cold. Both Central Heating systems packed up. I sprung (if you can call it that at my age) into action and by 6.30pm had it going only to find it had ‘conked’ again on Saturday morning. But I reset it and no problems since. Water in the oil.
The Underfloor HeatingThe PV No Pressure
The heating in Escape was another issue, it was a no go when I quickly discovered that the pressure vessel had lost pressure and despite spending another two hours on it, I could not sort it. It is also something that we did not carry as spare and it was too late to order from Lachie at Willie Wilsons.
The Good Old Super Ser Gas Heater
The motto here is we will never be stuck and on Saturday with our returning guests Jon and Catherine’s understanding we gave them a gas heater, managed to get the electric immersion heater going, put the fire on and they were quickly warmed up ready for the week ahead.
Next day rain and grey so a house day for them which meant the fire was on all day and the house was not cold at all. This breakdown, a first in 18 years of pressure vessels!!
But more to come, the Grundfoss pump that supplies the water to the Escape house kept tripping out, I was blindsided by the main problem, no pressure. I kept looking at the water pressure, bleeding it and thinking that was the issue. Only after a few half showers for our guests and I guess a bit of swearing did I decide to change the pump (I had a spare). Thereafter no problem and happy customers.
You cannot have all the spares and Portree is well supplied nowadays but we do try to cover most eventualities.
I wonder what it will be next week, hopefully the plumber will come?
Earlier on in March
Clear Nights Too
The Trees are flushing and if the frost is kind then we should be pretty green in a couple of weeks, bring it on. A New Year a new adventure.
Seems like a long time ago now as we sit in the Hotel in Inverness after Lorraine’s visit to Outpatients Raigmore to-day.
I see it was the 18th of February that I bogged the bike,the first ever time that I was completely stuck and could not get out without help.
Well Bogged
Most times I would just get off and with my weight off it the bike floats a bit then drives out. Not this time. No chance.
Going Nowhere
Going nowhere, I had no option but to get the Torfer Winch, a fence post and rope, but Lorraine came too and we tried to pull it out, surprisingly it came out no problem. But the problem for me was that I had walked back to get the old bike and now I had to take one bike to Dry Harbour, then walk back for the now unstuck bike. Lots of walking.
I ran Lorraine to the Cottages to do some house keeping then started “Leapfrogging” the bikes, taking then a quater of the way and walking back for the other. Along the road I bumped into Lorraine heading home and that was fine. Then at the bottom of the hill near the garages on another “Leapfrog” I got the fright of my life when I found Lorraine off the side of the road, she had lost her footing and taken a tumble but as she was so close to the side of the road she headed over the bank and landed in rocks.
Rescued
I offered to lift her up but it was plain she was not for moving, but her elbow was. We did not know it at the time but she had smashed her elbow. She said ” this is a Lifeboat Job”.
Portree Lofeboat
A quick call to Stornoway Coastguard and Portree Lifeboat was launched. They arrived quickly, I ran them run up to Lorraine and they took control of the situation. Meanwhile I ran about locking the show up, packing a couple of bags and got back in time to see the guys walking their casualty up to the Club Car. With some pain relief Lorraine could move and throughout the crew of the Portree Lifeboat were very professional, Adam the medic, Hamish, John and Stewart, I did not catch the rest of the crews names but well done them. A bumpy rideto the pontoon then half hour later we were in Portree where an ambulance was waiting.
Going to the Mooring
An hour and a half later Lorraine was in Broadford Hospital where she spent a uncomfortable overnight, Friday morning ambulanced to Raigmore, one and a half hours after arrival in Inverness Lorraine was operated on and next day discharged to the local Premiere Inn for four days because the storm had set in and we were in effect, Stormbound.
Quite an experience which we do not want to repeat but we were lucky in so many ways and we must say the NHS is not quite finished yet, they did a great job. To-day the plaster is off but Lorraine is feeling it.
We have quite a few days off Rona just now and if I get time tomorrow I will post why!!!
But to-day, (Tuesday) instead of sticking to shopping or running round Inverness I decided to take a trip round part of the North of Scotland. There is much about Re-Wilding, Nature, Nature Depletion, Peatland restoration, too many deer, not enough Wolves, Lynx, Mammoth, Elephants in Scotland. So I thought I would have a wee trip to re-aquaint myself with my old stomping ground. Where lots of Re-Wilding is taking place.
The trip was from Inverness to Braemore Estate on the Inverness to Ullapool road, thereafter Ullapool. But the storm that drove us off Rona yesterday was not too bad so I then decided to goup to the Lochinver road at Ledmore junction then to Lairg, Rogart, Dornoch and back to Inverness. Just a wee jaunt.
Yesterday on the way down the road from Kyle in the gloaming, I never saw any Red deer, at this time of year we should or would normally see dozens from the road. Lorraine did see three hinds in woods at Balmacra, but on the flats at Achanalt which usually resembles the Serengeti with deer, nothing.
I found out that an Estate up there was ordered to kill 1000 deer this winter. Contractors were brought in and between the Estate and Contractors I believe they have shot 600 each.
But I digress. To-day was another road also devoid of deer, but the weather is mild and the storm was certainly blowing. Perhaps they were on higher ground sheltering, those that are left.
The River Droma
The first photo (on a dreich day) was on the hill going down to Corrieshalloch. No deer, plenty activity Tree planters out on the hills at Droma, (possibly why there are no deer by the road) planting trees on peat? machines on the hill, fencing getting done, yet another new visitor centre for the West Coast with Columbian Coffe and Carrot Cake at the top of the Gorge . In my time bare hills up here were the norm, it never entered my head that trees could actually grow here. Fat chance of trees growing naturally though.
North Side of the A835
This square block, most likely a ‘trial’ plot has been here for many years, I would guess over 50? Just up the road from the Estate House drive. Now the fence has long disappeared, the LodgePole long blown down, it is a mess. Of course these trees will grow here, as in this case the ground was ploughed, fertilised and the fence maintained. Naturally no chance and not just because of the deer.
A New Plantation, Scots Pine this time and mounded, still on peat by the look of it
Turning round and taking a photo the other way shows another deer fenced enclosure with Scots Pine planted, pretty yellow, they could do with some NPK. It will be a pretty washed out site I would imagine. Good luck with that one but at least it is Scots Pine.
The Rewilders blame the deer for a lack of regeneration but where is the seed source. Just along the road there are long established forests of commercial timber but even the regen’ Sitka which is not palatable to deer have struggled to regenerate here.
Before long I suspect SWT who have just bought Inverbroom Estate down the road will be mounding like mad trying to be nature, forcing trees to grow on peat where no natural tree to Scotland would have any chance on the type of ground above the current treeline, it will be interesting to watch what happens next. Next stop Braemore Estate.
The New Braemore Estate House and Stalkers residence.
The Head Stalker at Braemore is a good friend, very knowledgeable about his craft and every aspect of the job, he has been in this walk of life since he left school. But sadly disillusioned with what is happening all around him, more later on that. But he keeps Braemore in good order despite recent felling and the road being churned up. We met him cutting up firewood on the drive. An hours visit quickly passed, much to discuss with his neighbouring Estate Inverbroom having just been sold to the SWT. We were also talking about recent mass culling schemes instigated by NS deer counts and sadly still continuing on Red deer on the Estate in question. The Deer there (it will remain nameless) have been harried all winter shot by Estate staff and Contractors. With no time to settle and continually on the move their condition is so poor that now, out of season, they are being shot and left on the hill, made to be worthless by a Government body that decrees this type of deer control, normal. It is a hideous way to treat wild animals, shame on them and their mates the Conservation charities for condoning and in some cases joining in with it (See JMT).
The Target
All too soon it was time to hit the road and head down into Loch Broom. The weather had calmed to a mere 25mph and we had a pleasant drive past the Estate in the news, Inverbroom. It was pleasing to see an Estate where the owner had spent a huge amount of money maintaining it and the buildings looked to be in tip top order, the home parks with some stock in also. They looked ‘clean and green’ a few sheep grazing in amongst the trees. On both sides of the glen here many trees, at 60 mph difficult to see what they were but they look like the Forestry Commission plantations of old, some huge trees by the road that were obviously planted by the hated Victorians!!! The hills above bare of trees, definitely the odd copse in a ravine or Sitka making its relentless way across the landscape, but I could not tell.
The Cam Loch
When you pass this Loch just short of Ledmore junction, I often wondered why are there trees on “Eilean na Gartaig”, so I asked my two contacts Dr James Fenton and Robin Noble:
James first,
Not complicated, Bill! Trees on islands because less grazing! Sometimes also small islands are better drained, consisting of rocky,stony soil without peat.
Many people, such as Stever Carver at Leeds University, conclude that, because some small islands are wooded, this should reflect what the whole landscape should look like. But all it shows is that there would be more woodland if there was no or little grazing, which does not reflect the real world. Modern research highlights the importance of grazing in shaping terrestrial ecosystems.
James
From Robin
Eilean na Gartaig is quite interesting, and I am sorry to say I have never landed on it………I might know more about it, if I had!
My geological map says it is Cambrian Quartzite (although the colour key has dots on it, without any further explanation), which is quite surprising as a location for woodland, but it might suggest that, given the excellent ground nearby in Elphin and Knockan, on limestone, nobody ever bothered to do anything with the land there……..
But its apparent ‘loneliness’ as the only bit of woodland you can see from where you photographed it, is misleading: there is woodland along quite a bit of the Cul Mor shore of Loch Veyatie, and two patches of woodland, one quite small, on the peninsula between Lochs Veyatie and Cam. And, although the maps don’t show it, there are small patches of trees along the long NE shore of Cam Loch; there has clearly once been woodland running up from the shore by the attractive burn that leads down from Loch a’ Chroisg, especially on its east. I know that when John Home did his Assynt Survey in 1774, some woods had been felled ’near Ledmore’, and it is just possible that this woodland disappeared around the same time. The best remaining birch here shows signs of having been cut at least once.
And, at the back of the big limestone crag, on the SW shore of Loch Urigill is another area of mostly birch woodland. So around Elphin and Knockan, there is actually quite a bit of woodland, and the island is not the only bit…….but it is still densely wooded, and would be very interesting to visit………..I also have no idea what the name means, unless it is a very bad corruption of the word for garlic, which my dictionary shows as “ gairgean’……..I think that ramsons grows on it.
Robin.
Moving on we took a right down to Strath Oykell.
Regen Sitka
Commission I know not but I wonder if there is a Deer Management Plan for these blocks which stretched right down to Rogart, not continuous but not far apart. Again ploughed peat I expect, old trees ready to harvest and new plantations very common. I don’t personally have a problem with Commercial Forestry I completely understand the need for homegrown timber, aesthetically it does not sit right in these remote Glens. The aftermath is ugly to say the least, one area seemed to have been burnt or machine ground down, but I had stopped enough for Lorraine.
New Plantation
Quite a few of the new planting schemes were very yellow for want of some fertiliser which shows how poor the ground there is. This is not the worst I saw but interesting how the trees got greener heading East and this was common on these individual schemes. Half yellow/half green, West/East.
Rossal
Coming into Rosehall we had Langwell and Rossal to pass, great sheep runs of the not so distant past, still farming but the whole area has not the sheep it used to have on the ground. The whole culture of the great sheep days is often criticised but when you consider the Community, the workers, the schools, even the shops that I delivered to in a previous life, the seasonal workers, the lambing, shearing, traditional stalking, Hotels, The Big House. The big sheds now quiet. Also I must add the fishing, a sad tale of a glorious past. I am far from knowledgeable of this area, I have just my observations and contacts that have given me a little bit of history but enough to have seen these Glens bustling with activity.I find it has a strange melancholy over it (for me).
Even the Forestry, I myself worked in these areas, at Achany, fertilising, just another casual visiting worker. Only to depart, occasionally returning to walk a fence or shoot some marauding deer who have had the cheek to invade the Commercial Forest!!!! Where before squads of men were resident.
We reached Rogart, turned right and as Lorraine was getting very uncomfortable we headed for home, my mini tour of this part of Scotland had satisfied me. Looking forward to the next one.
Google Maps of an Area to the West of Strathcaniard, Ullapool.
Finally a wee thought, looking at the landscape and apart from the very thin soil/peat, this is a vast area of Peatland, there are many Forestry plantations. I wonder would these be allowed to-day, or after felling are they allowed to re-plant, on peat? So many questions. Lately I had a discussion about Peatland restoration with a Manager of a National Trust property. I had said that I found the whole Restoration thing ‘Bonkers’. He is going to educate me on why it is not!!!!!
So here we have an aeriel photo courtesy of Google. West of Strathcaniard it shows in my mind 100s of hectres of peat, most of it in its natural state of progress, to me this screen shot shows a totally natural environment but to Peatland Restoration supporters this is what they call ‘Nature Depleted’. In their world a 20 tonne digger roaming about re-shaping this is the way forward. This landscape in the photo has taken millennia to get to this stage and because there are grants galore there is now a whole industry on the back of Peatland Restoration. That is ‘Bonkers”
To-day’s walk: Looking at the forecast it is heading down hill later this week after a very dry month. It was a very clear picture first thing but a thin cloud arrived, thankfully not before I had my walk. I was astonished to see how dry it was underfoot after such a short time of sun, light breeze and hard frost. It certainly makes you think about the climate here. What if the West had a sustained Easterly wind, I suspect it would not take too long for Rona (and the West) to look very different. Imagining whilst I walked, if we had a year or two of this, it was interesting to contemplate that whilst walking.
Disappointingly the seaweed as always full of plastic we have in the past filled tonne bags, sadly we don’t have that time anymore, meanwhile it continues to pollute.
I had gone out to see if I could get a picture of the Curlews, they were noisy yesterday but absent to-day, the Oystercatchers greeted me with their piping. 4 to-day in the Bay but there are more about. The East wind moved any deer in front of me but I caught a couple. The Harbour Forest planted by the Victorians over 170 years ago had the usual wee birds flitting about, lots of Wrens and a noisy flock of Seagulls following me, they are normally stationed around the House and Outrun.
Early Morning DeerNot SpeakingScots Pine Big HarbourRubbishPlasticsSingleMore PlasticSkyeThe Old Man of Storr
The so called ‘RainForest’ was far from that to-day, tinder dry and in these hungry months looking bare just waiting for the temperature to rise and the days to get longer. It will not be long before all the trees burst into life. These days of sunshine will perhaps bring them on but temperatures have remained pretty low. The Scots Pine continues to spread but windblown and browsed, it is slow, some are getting away though, others struggling past the grazing and holding onto the thin soil despite the gales.
The deer dry bath and wallow has had the usual activity, some may point and say, peat erosion, I would say totally normal deer activity. This is what they do, I cannot say if the dry area of exposed peat supports anything but the wallow in summer seems to have plenty dragon flies around and who would deny the deer a bath.
With the trees bare the impact of the wind is only too obvious, finding a Sitka Spruce on the bare hill where no spruce ever existed, windblown from the nearest ex Forestry Commission Forest at Storr perhaps. We have a few regenerating Sitka on Rona and for sure they are fast colonising areas of open moor in Scotland adjacent to Commercial plantations. They will be a major issue in future for sure. All in all a good hour and a half in dry sunny weather.
The Sound of RaasaySitka Spruce Regen’Skye MarbleCrotalThe Dry Bath and WalllowRegenerationThe Old OakBrowsed Trees getting Well AwayDry Harbour From the PointA Survivor
Been busy as usual but we had time on a beautiful blue sky day to have a wee walk down to collect the trail camera, not disappointed. The Golden Eagles are still coming to the ‘remains’, I hope it helps them with all the competition from the Sea Eagles. Ravens, Hoodies, etc and the odd mouse visiting the site. Nice to see and far from nature depleted out here on Rona!!!!!
The Hoodies are most in attendance at the bone pile. The one in the picture trying to look like an Eagle. Ravens just turned up for the first time, but I deleted the photos (Doh).
Good to see the Male and Female Golden Eagles coming together.
Stalking almost finished, no more bits and pieces I guess till July. We hope that our leftovers have helped the birds through the tough winter. It must make a difference to the ‘Scavengers ‘ having our Deer herd on Rona. I would like to think so.
I bought a new light/small camera last year and never used it until to-day (Saturday 18th).
From Ffordes an Olympus OM-D10/12-40mm lens. I have to learn about it, no good sitting on the table!!! The Nikon is getting heavy, the OMD is much lighter and we rely on the iphone too much, so it is good to use a ‘proper’ camera now and again.
It was a grey day, odd bursts of sunshine which persuaded us to head out into the forest to try it out. It has been a relatively dry January so far, for sure the ground is sodden but the top surface is remakably dry. The East wind is doing its stuff.
A Warning
The day dawned red/pink a sign that we were to get weather, it turned out that it was only a gale. After lunch we took off to Dry Harbour and the Red Walk, starting out North but dropping into the largest area of ‘Natural’ forest on Rona. Always an interesting walk, more so wrestling with a new camera.
RuinsRegen’ taking overThe StreetA wee Spiker
Despite the deer the trees are doing well, regeneration is so plentiful that our deer will graze on the trees but there is so much of it that they would struggle to have impact. For sure there are many bare areas where trees would really struggle and any shoots will be snapped up by the deer but do we really want an Island completely covered in dense Birch, I don’t think so.
Granny BirchGranny Birch
Here’s a tree, how old? There is a definite timeline of people movement on Rona, therefore, no stock or no felling from 1929 when most of the population left. (although I think the folk back in the day, 1900s would be under pain of consequences if they did cut down a tree!!). The MacRae family did stay on but the Island was let out for the grazing much later when they left, apart from the MacRae families stock There would have been not much grazing until the 1950s (to be confirmed). I do not know the dates but various tenants had it with various amounts of stock (Sheep), therse gaps in tennancies enabled the Birch/trees, to get established and now to-day we have thick Birch in a lot of areas. But due to the infertile, thin soil they struggle in the marginal areas. To-day the deer manage the regeneration.
The ColumnFrom this cliffRunRigs/Now Birch ForestMore Runrigs
Walking off the main path onto the Red walk, from the North side you immediately come onto two things that catch your eye. One is a long 10 metre column of rock which has fallen off the cliff, now covered in moss, I do remember seeing it bare? Is that a reflection on the damp climate that has been my life for 23 years here? I might have a photo back in analogue days of the column. Then there in front of you are Runrigs, the old system for growing crops. With 200 folk here anything that resembled fertlity (and I can assure this ground is certainly not, but better than most) was turned over, fertilised (seaweed no doubt) and put into production. Tough days and always a source of amazement what these residents went through to survive. Of course the Birch has reclaimed it all and now we have a dense forest with nothing much growing below, blame the deer but the deer have nothing to do with it. The forest floor is shaded out and there is little growth there now, what is there, mostly grasses, suits the deer very well.
Winter Low Sunlight The Many Old WillowsWindblowHorses Hooves
Heading further along the ‘track’ it seems this forest must have been what they describe as the farmed area. Difficult to imagine to the untrained eye but everything here was drained and worked to provide food for the residents, abandoned in 1929, it is truly amazing how nature has reclaimed the area. Drains blocked, bogs abound, various ages of Birch, odd others, Rowan, Holly, Willow, a very odd Scots Pine holding on, lots of fallen trees, an insect heaven, but underneath it all an amazing amount of ground flora.
Having reached the East Coast we turned West and made our way up through more old blown Birch, no doubt undermined by the rain this last few years big trees that most likely the ground could not support. Sad that we cannot get them out for firewood, too wet and no real path for quads and trailers.
Nearer the cottages we come across this rock, Torridonian Sandstone, left by the Glacier, many, many years ago. There are quite a few perched here and there on Rona.
Torridonian Sandstone Rock
My favourite tree next, there are a few I like but this one intrigues me as it feels like in the face of adversity it has survived, thrived and is quite strong, long may it live growing out of the rock.
The Rock Willow
Lorraine’s favourite tree just beside it, anotrher Willow with a little help from a HoneySuckle.
Twisted Willow
All in all a good 2 hour walk, always very interesting and peaceful. Not many birds, they have mostly left for better climes but the Wrens, Robins, Blackbirds and of course the Chaffinches work away, plenty Woodcock flushing and the Seagulls feeding off shore was a delight in heavy seas. No doubt the Northern Divers are there too. The Bullfinches seem to be scarce these last few years, they used to be here all year round but a sighting is rare nowadays. perhaps the Goshawk which arrived about a decade ago likes them.
Seagulls Feeding
Seems to be quite a bit of life at sea just now with Humpbacks, Dolphins and a report of a Sperm Whale South of Raasay. There must be fish when you see a flock of seagulls on the water in these numbers, a good sign.
Folks like to call this type of woods a ‘RainForest, for sure it rains a lot but Rainforest, seriously?
Here is a thought on Rainforests I picked up lately, it sums that statement for me.
“Rain forests are called rain forests because they make their own rain under normal climatic conditions. What they are talking about is wet woodland. It is woodland that grows somewhere that it rains a lot. It is like so many things associated with the exploitation of the countryside by carpet bagging pseudo conservationists, fake. Forestry is a rich source. An ancient woodland can be a modern wood planted where an ancient wood used to grow. It never ends.”
And so it is a few observations and a thought on rainforests.
Well, here we are at the end of 2024, the Blog has been sporadic, such is the pressure of keeping Rona together. We are time poor, it has been a strange year as we move to the retirement stage. Some say we will never leave, others wonder, what would we do, how can you replace this. BUT the thing is no one and I mean no one really knows what goes on here. They see what they see they assume a lot and they think theyknow but there is so much that happens behind the scenes all year round that makes it all work, so much of it by, I have to say by Lorraine and myself, I think we sometimes make it look easy. But there is nothing that can compare to the joy of living here in this fantastic house on this Island, far from perfect but perfect for us for the last 23 years
Let us start with the Eagle, lovely to see the Male? back again after the last post (excuse the camera dates, technology and me, argh)
A Surprise VisitorHe is BackLooking MajesticBut Hungry
The stalking with guests was over, time for holidays. visits to see friends, things we want to do, time to do it.
Oak Wood ArdheslaigPines looking to ShieldaigOne AirdTorridon, What is going on There?Ness IslandsExpensive Apartments, Leith, Dog Shit FreeSnowy A9
It was off to Padstow in November, Mike and Lorraine stood in for us and did all the jobs on the list and more, fed old George our cat of 18 years, the most important. We had a full itinery of visits South, stopping at Edinburgh, Darlington, Harrogate (nice), Crewe, London (madness), Farnborough then Padstow. Padstow was great very relaxing, only managed one swim but many walks, looking forward to going back, perhaps St Ives next time, it was beautiful and really friendy folk.
Then a second visit to Ediunburgh to see our dear friends Jennie and Laurie, we like Edinburgh and had too short a stay, looking forward to retirement and more Edinburgh visits. The highlight of the visit was an overnight in Leith, which is under development and a fascinating new area. The flats by the sea look expensive and so they are, but why do people trash places like this. Dog crap left in bags, is there really any need for people to think this is acceptable, unbelievable.
Back up the road ion snow, the tyres of the Skodfa more or less useless, it was a long drive. Back to Rona and Christmas Venison orders were piling in, so some stalking and a lot of butchering
The CullA Heavy HindOrders Going OffAnother Three to ButcherBurgersAny one for steak.All done and cleaned up
In the meantime trying to do that and everything else things happen. The generator started doing weird things one night, pulsing. I could not understand it and switched it off only to find I had run out of fuel. That was a surprise but not really, I knew we were running the genny a lot and was checking fuel. But the sight tube had dirt in it and the level was stuck, no wonder I thought it was looking good.
Emergency Delivery
So when we went off to Edinburgh we dropped drums on Dan’s old boat, MV Stardust, Tommy took them ashore on our return from Edinburgh and we managed to get deisel in Portree and over to Rona, a get out of jail one. Since then 1000 litres have been delivered and now we await Kerosene from Dan. Interestingly the batteries despite very little wind lasted for our whole Edinburgh trip but they were on their knees by the time we got home and immediately put on the petrol generator.
We have new CCTV cameras, Reolink, excellent so we can head off for a few days and leave the Island unattended. The quality is really good and it records everything, but it was the first time I had to lock everything for so long, it was a real job finding keys, but all sorted and all secure.
The other sad news is that Our cat George passed away so there is no need for cover just to feed George, we miss him and the house is empty without his presence. RIP George.
The weather has really been tough this winter but there has been the very odd days.
I even managed a few swims but having had this dreadful cold I am not getting the enthusiasm for the Winter Chilly Challenge just yet. Once the sun comes back look out.
Back to the day job, the tasks are varied and getting to be a bit too much for me, so to that end we are stepping back and a decision will be made in January about the future, those with Christmas cards will know our plans but we will wait until then to make an annoucement. Meanwhile the work goes on.
Boats AshoreRain Rain and More RainI Keep Finding Ruins, This is An interesting OneThe Boat is out for the Winter, For Sale?More Venison SalesBroken Half ShaftThe Run Stag Venison TrialThe Sun is Going Down
Wishing all my blog followers a great New Year and best wishes, good luck and good health for 2025, I think it is going to be an interesting year ahead.
I was pleased to see a Golden Eagle back at the winter feed site when I downloaded these images on Thursday. We put out all the remains from our hind cull in the winter, all the bits we do not process. Also the bones/ribs from the finished product. Whilst dropping off another ‘bucket’ to-day I mused on the practice of managing deer by shooting them and leaving them for the Eagles. Mostly done by charities I have to say, which begs the question can they be bothered to carry out proper Deer Management and by that I mean managing the resident deer for the good of the herd, harvesting the surplus for the food chain and being there to cull those that are weak, old, sick or injured. In fact the latest waste I put out was from a young hind I spotted with a broken leg.
It seems to me that the shoot to kill policy of many landowning NGOs shows no respect for the quarry they pursue. But more on that in another post soon.
Powerful Bird
I would also note that in my captured photos just downloaded, I have 1456 images over a two and a half day period. Apart from three of a mouse feeding on a ribcage all the rest were of Hoodie Crows, Black Back gulls and the odd Raven. No Eagle (or Sea Eagle which are common here) to-day. Eagles are not often on the feed and I wonder does all this killing to waste only encourage the population of Hoodies, Black Back Seagulls and Ravens to thrive. Then they wonder why the waders are declining. Maybe I should stop my feeding station?
For me the gralloch, or the occasional deer unfit for human consumption, left after the kill has sustained the birds and others forever. I am not in favour at all of the lazy practice of killing deer and giving the excuse that it was left for the Eagles.
If you are lucky enough to be charged with managing deer on a property or land, then as a Deer Managers/Stalkers you show some respect this truly wild animal.