Kirkby Stephen's macaws feeding on beech mast

Kirkby Stephen, in the Eden Valley in Cumbria, has a locally famous flock of free-flying feral macaws. It seems that beech mast is their favourite food - all these photographs were taken from under a beech tree outside the local fire station this afternoon.

These spectacular birds originally belonged to a local farmer and conservationist called John Strutt, who died a couple of years ago. You can read all about this remarkable man and his amazing free-range parrots by visiting this web site.

There's also more about him here.

Red squirrel in the Eden valley

Last week, when I was watching this delightful red squirrel feeding in a sycamore on the banks of the river Eden near Kirkby Stephen in Cumbria, I could see exactly why people find this species so much more attractive than their grey cousins, and also why they were so ruthlessly persecuted back in the 19th. and early 20th. century. 

Aside from their coat colour, magnificent tails and tufted ears, it's the sheer speed and agility of the native species that's particularly striking. In comparison, grey squirrels often look corpulent . Maybe that's more than a little due to the red's spartan diet of seeds, buds and bark, unlike grey's menu which includes more or less anything and everything, especially in urban areas where there's plenty to scavenge from waste bins. 

But in the past it was the red's liking for buds and bark that began its downfall. While I watched this one stripped bark off several branches and it was this kind of behaviour that led to intensive culling in the first half of the 20th. century, at the instigation of estate owners. The Highland Squirrel Club, formed in 1903, succeeded in exterminating 85,000 red squirrels over the next 30 years and that kind of persecution, together with habitat destruction, must have played a role in making the red squirrel population more vulnerable to the spread of their grey counterparts.

Viaducts

Yesterdays's Guardian Country Diary described a walk around the Cumbrian market town of Kirkby Stephen. All the pictures below enlarge if you double-click on them.

This path out of the town takes you through the village of Hartley and then onto the disused South Durham and Lancashire Union Railway, where freight trains once hauled coal from the Durham coalfields and haematite ore from Cumbria across the notorious Stainmore Summit - the highest railway line in England. Now the section of the track bed that passes through Kirkby Stephen is a popular public footpath through wonderful scenery.

The line and its viaducts was engineered by Sir Thomas Bouch and three of his fine viaducts, including the Merrigill viaduct and the Podgill viaduct (above), are now in the care of the Northern Viaducts Trust. They seem to be as sound as they were on the day that they were built, unlike Bouch's Tay bridge which collapsed, taking a train and 75 passengers with it and inspiring what is often described as the worst poem in the English language, The Tay Bridge Disaster by William McGonagall

The line was originally single track but was eventually doubled - when you stand under the viaduct you can see where it was widened - the size of the blocks and their patterns of construction are different.

This is the view down from the Podgill viaduct into the valley cut by Ladthwaite beck, on a fine spring day earlier this year.

The viaduct casts an imposing shadow...

...... and provides a kestrel's-eye fine view to the north of distant Cumbrian fells, in between showers and rainbows.

It's a shame that these rural railways have gone but the old track beds are a superb legacy, providing rural walks with gentle gradients that accessible to all.

Part of this route forms part of a poetry path, with verses carved into local sandstone and limestone at intervals along the route.

This is the view towards the fells to the south as the path nears Kirkby Stephen.

At this point you can choose to walk on, to reach the finest of the three viaducts at Smardale Gill, or you can cross the river Eden where it forms a series of waterfalls at the Millenium Bridge.

From there the route back into Kirkby Stephen follows foot-worn paths through farmland and woodland where you can sometimes see red squirrels and which have fine displays of wild flowers in spring.

The route back involves recrossing the river Eden at this point, where it's shallow and stony and is a perfect spot for watching dippers all year-round. There are often herons here too ....

... which is why the last of the twelve  poems carved in stone, on across three rocks, reads as follows:

"There sails the heron / drawing behind him a long / wake of solitude"

On cue, just as we reached these stones, a heron did indeed rise from the Eden further downstream.

You can find more information about the viaducts and footpath maps at the Northern Viaducts Trust website and also in their downloadable brochure

Flying Can-openers

Today's Guardian Country Diary is about Kirkby Stephen's famous macaws, that can often be seen on the rooftops of this Cumbrian market town.

These spectacular birds originally belonged to a local farmer and conservationist called John Strutt, who died a couple of years ago. You can read all about this remarkable man and his amazing free-range parrots by visiting this web site.

There's also more about him here.

Mellow yellow

Yellow brain fungus Tremella mesenterica, growing on a dead branch of a large Cotoneaster in Kirkby Stephen in Cumbria. This fungus didn't kill the branch; it's a parasite on another fungus in the genus Peronospora, which had already killed the branch. The fungus is paler when young, but matures to this vibrant shade of chrome yellow.

This aspen Populus tremula, growing in upper Swaledale in North Yorkshire, is the brightest tree in the local landscape at present, beating strong competition from birches and rowans. Aspen leaf stalks are laterally flattened so each leaf flutters from side to side in the slightest breeze and the whole tree seems to shimmer.

Pictures of the winter buds of aspen here and of the fungus that attacks its leaves here.

Kirkby Stephen Poetry Path

If you are ever in the Cumbrian town of Kirkby Stephen, it's well worth taking time to follow the delightful Poetry Path. You'll find large boulders, set at twelve locations, each representing a month in the farming year, each with an inscribed poem on the flat rock surface. The poems are by Meg Peacocke and the beautifully-carved  stone inscriptions were executed by Pip Hall.

This is July:

Silage tractor incises the first green furrow. 

Skilful geometrician, the driver judges

an arc of weather

August, with the poem inscribed on both flat faces of this rock:

Crab apples tart on the tongue,

hazelnuts milky,

rosehips cool in the hand,

thistledown silky,

squirrel is speaking his mind,

knapweed purples the banks,

for touch, taste, smell, sight, hearing

I give thanks

The December poem is inscribed across each face of these three stones, lying in a pasture:

There sails the heron,drawing behind him, a long wake of solitude


You can read more about the Poetry Path by clicking here and you can listen to a commentary and to the poems read out loud by clicking here