Jamie with red deer sheds recovered from the hill last spring as the snows thawed; weighed, bundled, and sold to China to be used in traditional medicines - on Invermark, Cairngorm National Park, Scotland - Antlers function as an object for sexual attraction, the size of the antler can determine how successful the male will be during the rut. Stags use these antlers to lock with other Stags and wrestle for mating privileges, they can be used as weapons, but their primary purpose is ornamentation for sexual selection. After the rutting period, testosterone levels plummet and the base is eventually destroyed resulting in the antlers dropping off individually or simultaneously. Antlers are edible, providing a source of calcium and phosphorus as well as other minerals for deer and other animals such as mice when left on the hill, it is not uncommon to find gnaw marks left by rodents on shedded antlers. Humans can also consume antlers and traditionally antlers were used in baking as powder, oils, salts, and gelatine. Humans have used antlers since Neolithic times; remains of human settlements established that antlers were used in tools, weapons, clothing, jewellery, and for ceremonial purposes. They are of course also part of a game hunting trophy therefore the search for dropped antlers on the hill is referred to as shed hunting. #agamekeeperslife#thecairngorms@geomagazin@gesagottschalk#scotland
Pool, where would they waters run, Fleeing so fast towards the sun ? Dost thou not know thou art shut in ? Thou canst not pass thy boundary, And ‘it’s but air that hurries by, Disturbing thy serenity. Does the heavenly mystery prove, So urgent thou canst not but move, In emulation of its flight, As it speeds onwards to the light? Or hast thou purpose of thine own, To us, as to the wind, unknown? - - in the Cairngorms, Nan Shepherd - as day turns to night and peat water as thick as oil, turns to ice before by eyes.
seemingly the aorta of the forest - ballochbuie forest, Braemar, Scotland - the snow has fallen, our love is stripped and cold. But there, far in, deep in the secret grove, snow lights the branch-each bough and twig is strewn-like the x-ray that penetrates to the bone. So in the winter blight I pierce your soul. The sacred wood, dark to me heretofore, is now revealed. We need no longer grope. Each see’s the other, without desire or hope. - In the Cairngorms.
Ballochbuie forest, one of my absolute favourites, extraordinary pristine Caledonian woodland - This is an area of woodland which extends to approximately 1000 ha (2500 acres), Ballochbuie Forest includes one of the most significant remnants of the ancient Caledonian Pine Forest in Scotland. Now part of the Balmoral Estate, the forest is located 5 miles (8 km) southwest of Balmoral Castle, to the southeast of Invercauld Bridge. It was purchased by Queen Victoria in 1878, who was concerned about the logging of the fine Scots Pine trees (Pinus sylvestris), which were being felled to be sold to an Aberdeen timber merchant. This is said to represent the first significant act of woodland conservation in Scotland - trying to make good use of 25/30 minutes of glorious light here today 🌲🌲🌲💚💚#agamekeeperslife@geomagazin
Golden eagle, Cairngorm National Park, Scotland - delighted to be back here so precious - #agamekeeperslife@geomagazin - Now the radiance is gone. Cold is all I look upon. Each curve and contour of the hill. Houses and bridges, dyke and mill. Every branch and twig and stone. Stands out separate, alone. This winter clarity compelling Each to its own single telling. The world that hung, a globe of light, Consorting with the planets bright, Like them reflecting back the sun In still unbroken benison, Now is only earth again , Her high density mista'en. - Or is it that she may not stay Too long in the bright company, Lest all her life be turned to flame And she be nothing but a name, Burning unquenchably serene With high apocalyptic mien, Suffised with light until the glow Is all of her that one may know ? - And so, to keep her earthly grace, She draws a cloud before her face. - winter in the Cairngorms - - Nan Shepherd - In the Cairngorms -