In such an arboretum as Dawyck, there are many birds. The most obvious are the slightly foolish pheasants, creeping around all the paths and grasses, as if invisible. Their yells and clockwork flight when they feel they have been seen are fun. Buzzards of course, wheeling above and mewling. Tree-creepers, goldcrests, tits, finches of all sorts. Evidence of woodpeckers. These enormous firs, pines and spruces provide ample cover. Herons on Scrape Burn too,
We spent a happy morning introducing cranes to Dawyck. Although conservationists and ecologists get very nervous about the introduction of alien species, we were blatant. They seem to thrive, but may not be true breeding pairs.
Each crane, however, is the carrier of a poem.