Of all the parts of Scotland that look like places a naturalist such as myself would wish to remain all my days, the Isle of Mull in the inner Hebrides off the country’s west coat is most certainly at the top of the list.
Wild Mull
Of all the parts of Scotland that look like places a naturalist such as myself would wish to remain all my days, the Isle of Mull in the inner Hebrides off the country’s west coat is most certainly at the top of the list.
Our dear Dr. Avery has been a very busy chap indeed this past week. Apparently, he’s been reading from sun-up to sun-down each day, and as a result has posted reviews of three newly published books for his Sunday Book Review – make that “Reviews” – this week.
I think ladybirds (or as my Nan called them in the her American vernacular – ladybugs) were the very first family of insects I learned to identify as a child. Perhaps bees or ants might have been ever-so-slightly earlier, but ladybirds were close behind them if so. Of course, at that young age I assumed that all ladybirds were alike, having no idea of the variation to be found throughout the world among the Family Coccinellidae – or that there was such a thing as the Coccinellidae, or taxonomic families, or taxonomy for that matter.
Mark Avery must have been somewhat busy this past week, as he only posted two books for this week’s Sunday Book Review – and the two books he chose are as different as cheese and chalk.