Corvids, redux
No, I still can't tell the difference
As I have written more than once in the past, I can’t tell the difference between a crow and a raven. I still can’t.
A homage to loading screens.
No, I still can't tell the difference
As I have written more than once in the past, I can’t tell the difference between a crow and a raven. I still can’t.
But the question is still there
Today, when I went for my daily walk,* I took my camera with me, intending to take shots for a planned series of posts about railway history that I’m slowly putting together. However, this post is more of a follow-up to the one from the other day on the various types of corvid you can see in this area.
Or, there's been a murder
You might think that moving from an inner-city house to a suburban house, only about thirty or forty miles apart, you’d not see much change in the wildlife you see in the area. It’s been interesting, though, since moving, noticing the changes.
Or, myths of the literal and the figurative
(read part one here)
In which a myth is researched
When I was still a student, as a researcher, I was always a bit rubbish. I’m one of those people who hoovers up random, unconnected pieces of information like anything; but when it comes to use it I can never remember where it came from. Little factoids are no good unless you can judge how true it is likely to be, and you can’t do that if you don’t know their provenance.