A Year at the Shore

In Andrew O’Hagan’s “Our Fathers”, the narrator as a young boy is given a book by his old teacher as a parting gift: “A Year at the Shore”, by Philip Henry Gosse. Intrigued, I found a scan of the book and started it at DP; this week it was posted.

Gosse was an interesting, if not entirely likeable character: his son, the poet Edmund Gosse, gave a grim account of his upbringing in his Father and Son. Gosse senior was a member of the Plymouth Brethren who, in this book, writes admiringly of Darwin’s works, but who could not accept the discoveries of evolution and the age of the Earth.

A Year at the Shore is loosely structured around the twelve months of the year, describing the natural history of south-west England. Gosse’s descriptions fall somewhere between scientific rigour and anthropomorphism, with a sprinkling of creationist commentary. Perhaps the finest aspect of the book is its illustrations, painted by Gosse himself, which depict the shore’s dwellers in splendid fashion, rather reminiscent of 1950s pulp sci-fi:

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New Storks

The storks have had a visit from the stork:

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We counted four, or possibly five little dinosaurs.

 

Mum and Dad did some yoga together at changeover time:storkyoga

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A Desk-Book of Errors in English

 

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My latest Distributed Proofreaders book has just been posted on Project Gutenberg: A Desk-Book of Errors in English, by Frank H. Vizetelly.  I first discovered this book via a little blog post noting the flapdoodlish nature of Vizetelly’s condemnation of “flapdoodle”:

flap-doodle: An inelegant term for “pretentious
silly talk characterized by an affectation of superior
knowledge.” Twaddle is a preferable synonym.
Compare FLUB-DUB.

Vizetelly was certainly a man who knew his own mind: the word “condemned” appears 27 times in the book, while five locutions are “severely condemned”, including “kid” (“A common vulgarism for “child””) and “forget it”.

Other entries, on the other hand, send a warm glow travelling down my prescriptivist backbone:

different from: Different to, though common in
England, is not sustained by good authority. The
best literary usage is uniformly from, following the
analogy of the verb differ; one thing differs from or
is different from another.

Some pronouncements are just baffling, such as this one suggesting (if it is correct) that the grammar of relative clauses has changed quite substantially over the last century:

that, who: Discriminate carefully between these
words. That implies restriction; who generally denotes
coordination. As an illustration of this distinction,
Alfred Ayres says (“The Verbalist,” p. 202),
“‘I met the boatman who took me across the ferry.’
If who is the proper word here, the meaning is ‘I
met the boatman, and he took me across the ferry,’
it being supposed that the boatman is known and
definite. But if there be several boatmen, and I wish
to indicate one in particular, by the circumstance that
he had taken me across the ferry, I should use that.”
That ought, therefore, to be preferred to who or which
whenever an antecedent not otherwise limited is to
be restricted by the relative clause.

A few of the errors cautioned against seem rather unlikely:

celery, salary: Exercise care in spelling these
words. Celery is a biennial herb; salary, a periodical
allowance made as compensation for services.

In fairness, Mr Viztelly may have had a more laudable side. His Wikipedia entry notes that

his father’s publishing house … and his father were eventually ruined by convictions for obscenity resulting from the publication of the novels of Émile Zola.

One or two entries also one wonder whether Mr Vizetelly may have had a sense of humour after all:

bevy: A word sometimes misapplied. It is applied
correctly to a company of girls, a flock of birds,
as, quail, grouse, or larks; also to a small herd of
deer or heifers.

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Great and Small

As a distraction from the manifold failings of the British Labour party, we went today for a walk along the Slovak-Hungarian border, on the Danube floodplain. This turned out to be much more satisfactory. We saw*

buzzards:

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a marsh harrier (terrible picture, but a good one to have seen):

marshharrier

and the usual kestrels:

kestrel Lots of waterbirds;

common terns:

commontern

herons:

greyheron

mute swans:

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black-headed gulls:

black-headedgull
red-crested pochards:

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goldeneyes tufted ducks:

goldeneye

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and of course mallards, being shepherded between reed banks:

ducklingsAnd little ones.

Stonechats male:

malestonechat and female: femalestonechat

nestbuilding (the nest is the very slight hummock on the left): stonechatandnestand one of the 67 European species of warbler (possibly reed warblers) warbling:       warbler2

 

 

*Species identifications not guaranteed correct

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Beautiful Big Bird Barneys

If there’s one thing more impressive than a bird of prey soaring overhead, it’s two birds of prey having a damn good go at each other. On our recent visit to Britain, the Headington Red Kites put on quite a display.

One is majestic: kitecloseup kiteportraitkitetail

Then while one was peacefully circling,  the other would periodically dive-bomb it. It all seemed very ritualistic: the circler always adopted a defensive position to ward off the attacker just before it could strike.

As the show went on, it became gradually gentler, so I suspect this might have been a courting display (“rough wooing”!):

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Unfortunately the male and female are essentially identical, so it’s hard to know quite what was going on.

Back in Slovakia, it was the turn of the White-tailed Eagles. One made his/her escape before I had time to take any pictures, while the presumed victor slowly circled up and away. This has the largest wingspan of any eagle on the planet, plus a fairly heavy-duty beak:

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Definitely in love and much more relaxed were the storks, soaring above it all:

storks

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Curtain-twitching

Saturday was a quiet day, mostly staying in and taking pictures of the neighbours through the window. Fortunately, our neighbours are exhibitionists:

braking  window landing swoopingperfectAccording to Wikipedia, kestrels generally raise around four chicks per pair, so this could be a lively summer.

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Big Birds

As well as the storks, we’ve come across quite a few big birds in the last few weeks.

Herons occupy the same kind of territory as the storks:

heron

One of the biggest surprises buzzed overhead while we were admiring the storks in their nest — an osprey on its way north:

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Also familiar from home were the red kites which make their home in the Donau-Auen National Park just down the river in Austria:

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Also in Austria we saw the Hen Harrier, though rather too high for a good picture:

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In the town centre, kestrels nest in the pyramid-shaped radio building:

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And tussle with crows:

kestrelcrow

Other flying objects are less of a threat:

falconplaneI’m not entirely sure what type of falcon these next two are, but they’re pretty. Probably a kestrel:

mysteryfalcon2And probably not:

mysteryfalcon Slightly less glamorous, but more or less big, on the bridge to Austria we passed a nesting crow at staring level:

crowsnest And a woodpecker which was faster than my camera:woodpecker

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Stalking Storks

One sign of spring in Bratislava is the return of the storks, several pairs of which nest in the suburb round the corner from us, Devínska Nová Ves. Here the Morava river marks the border between Slovakia and Austria, and its floodplain is home to storks, herons, and other water birds.

Fortunately the storks are quite easy to photograph, because they spend a lot of time on the nest. Ears are scratched there:

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And other natural needs attended to:

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The nest itself is constantly being improved with new twigs and leaves:

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And is home to more species than just the storks:

sparrows

The bill of the stork is very impressive, and is completely perforated by the nostrils:piercednose

The splendid chest feathers can sometimes get out of control:

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Other storks passing overhead provoke a mantling display: mantling2 mantling

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Then a song: caw bigmouth

And it’s time to head off in search of lunch:

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In the Nature

Every Slovak loves spending time in the nature, and the coming of spring means there’s a lot more on show now. A few weeks ago Dúbravka was a winter wonderland:

dubravkawinter

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Some animals at least left their marks: wintertracks

Tatran Chamois were as comfortable as they could be on flat ground:

tatrachamois

Now the snow has retreated to the hilltops, though there’s still some extra help for the nuthatches:

nuthatch

Coal tits:

coaltit

And blue tits:

bluetitGoldfinches kept a safe distance:

goldfinches

Out in the countryside, fending for themselves, we found this handsome yellowhammer:

yellowhammer

A slightly dull, but nice to have seen, treecreeper:

treecreaper

Marsh tit:

marshtit

And quite resplendent Lesser-spotted woodpecker:

lesserspottedwoodpecker

Bigger beasts were also around. Kestrels roosted on top of a cement factory, but came down to hunt:     kestrelflying hoveringkestrel And to answer nature’s other calls:

kestrelmute

The most common raptors are the buzzards:

buzzardmorava

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Deer are rightly cautious of people, spending their days either in the forest, or in the middle of the fields: deer   The beavers are also elusive, but their traces are less so:beavertree

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Snowy Calamity!

Today we had a reminder that completely failing to deal with unexpected events, such as snow falling in the middle of winter, is not a uniquely British phenomenon. The trolleybus network was knocked out, and the buses are apparently incapable of going up and down hills in the snow.

To its credit, at least the public transport network’s website does not mince its words, even for non-Slovak speakers:

snowycalamity

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