OUT in the Atlantic waters beyond a rocky inlet sheltered by the towering Classiebawn Castle and under the shadow of Ben Bulben mountain, a small raft of long-tailed ducks bobbed and dived on a quiet sea, while in the sky above a raven rolled and tumbled.
AROUND this time every year as spring asserts itself with warming skies, we experience the sudden appearance of long, irksome shiny black flies hanging in the air drifting along with their legs dangling underneath.
CONCERNS have been raised that further damage is being caused to the iconic Dark Hedges attraction in Co Antrim after hundreds of tourists flocked to the site, causing traffic gridlock over the Easter holidays.
PAINTING a glass eye for a deer, collecting a road kill animal left in a bag on her back door, individually attaching feathers with a pair of tweezers to a bird of prey, introducing a blind child to a fox for the first time in their life or bringing furs or skulls to the set of Game of Thrones – it's all in a day's work for 31-year-old Ingrid Houwers.
LAST weekend as I ambled alongside the river which flows under the bridge through the town of Kesh (Ceis in Irish, meaning wicker bridge) Co Fermanagh, I saw the distinctive, azure blue of a flying Kingfisher, Alcedo atthis, fizzing rapidly across the slow moving water.