Smallholders reuniting farm birds on their farm

An app demo demonstrating the farm birds app for smallholders.

Since the 1970s there has been a dramatic decrease in farmland birds. This is due to many reasons but one of them being farmers are producing crops in such an efficient way for their customers there is no room to allow for farmland birds.

Farmland birds need three things – a home (shelter, trees, hedges, barns…), food (winter and summer) and a mate.

The app provides smallholders a way to identify, learn and attract particular bird species onto their farmland.

Some farmland bird species are tree sparrows, corn bunting, turtle doves, grey partridge, yellow wagtail, starlings, linnets, lapwings, yellowhammers, skylarks, kestrels, reed buntings, whitethroats, greenfinches, rooks, stock doves, goldfinches, wood pigeons, jackdaws.

All information was inspired/taken from the RSPB website

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A few bits of poetic writing from a dreamy graphic designer

Since last month, I have been writing a few poems and a bit of poetic writing. Not at all polished, but just what comes straight from my head.

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We met at Victoria

We sat side by side,
twiddling our thumbs around our tea,
we found something in common,
milky English breakfast – not to hot.

Butterflies inside our stomachs.

Twisted
words. Painting memories from our past.
Speaking freely like a plane gliding to the moon.
He was a twin.

Breaths, silences.

I imagined him without his glasses,
listening to him caress over Barcelona.
Giggles and breaths.
Time seemed to trickle.
8:10pm and mum was waiting.

– Daisy Vasanthakumar

 

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Sugary snow wipes peoples faces clean,
railed of the dream scale into oblivion

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Tipsy with giggles, enchanted by the spell of North Indian sitar playing. Echoing strums of whispers floating through meditating eyes. Eyes drap over panging twangs.
Sacred surrounded by Buddha, Lord shiva and Ganesh in the British museum.

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“Oh the cat is alive is she…
She’s very attentive.”

“Get the ivy of the back of my shed”

– man talking on phone on the DLR towards Lewisham

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Blue frilly clouds and open giggles / drunk crevices of singing tulips

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Roots emerge like a spider on a trapeze, / bottle nosed dolphins and jumping kangaroos.

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BANFF mountain film festival

Yesterday I took the DLR and underground to Kings Cross to meet a friend before heading to the union chapel in Islington.

5pm and rush hour. I left early as I had a sense the journey could take time. The Northern line was packed like sausages. Cramped into a small space you could hardly breath. Wandered if there was such thing as being train sick. I managed to get on a train after missing three. The hot sticky air feeling chuffed that I had managed to squeeze my way on.

At kings cross I couldn’t find my friend. No signal in the underground. Met at Highbury and Islington instead and laughed our way to the union chapel.

A beautiful building with tints of red spot lights, arches and pillars. The roof was tall and had a wonderful intricate pattern.

The films were introduced one after the other. 7 in total with a short break in between. My two favourites where Unbranded – the people’s choice film and Denali. Unbranded was about 4 friends making there way from Arizona to the border of Canada on wild horses. Crossing wild terrain and meeting a sassy and stubborn donkey on the way. Packed with laughs and socks. The filming was great and the music throughout all the films was amazing.

Denali was a short 8min film about the bond between man and dog. Each going through the ups and downs of life. Bring there for each other and enjoying life.

 

The brown dog riots

Happy belated New Years everyone!!

Spent Christmas down in Devon with dad, my sister and the dogs. Windy walks on Dartmoor and Indian food cooked by dad. Spent NY’s in London at my aunt and uncles. My mum came over to visit for a few days and we went exploring around London, with a trip to Battersea Park to see the ‘Brown Dog’ statue and a trip to the V&A.

We initially went to the see ‘The Fabrics of India’ exhibition but realised it would be to expensive. So decided to instead mooch around the V&A, looking at the Asia galleries and the Fashion Galleries.

The fashion clothes were amazing. Some crazy exotic fashion dresses and a really pretty daisy dress that Molly thought would look nice on me.

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British Rainwear – 1910 to 1915
The Fashion Galleries

On New Years day mum, Stephen and I took the tube to Sloane Square and walked to Latchmere Recreational Park to see the place where the original ‘Brown Dog’ statue used to be before it got demolished.

Stephen told mum and I about the story of the Brown Dog riots. A riot between the University of London medical students and the police regarding the controversy about animal vivisection from 1903 until 1910. The statue of the dog was commissioned in memory in the recreational park. But the riots where so bad the melted the statue down and erected another in Battersea Park in 1985.

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Mum and I in Battersea Park by the ‘Little Brown Dog’ statue

Eric Ravilious exhibition at the DPG

On Saturday I made a trip up to see my grandmother, Sally in London to visit the Eric Ravilious exhibition at the Dulwich Picture Gallery with her. I took the DLR and the bus down to Dulwich, watching the world go by as I sat on the bus.

The exhibition of Eric Ravilious’ (1903-42) watercolour paintings were magical. His work spread through six small rooms crammed full of people.

His unique style of brush strokes and pattern making, attracted you to the detail of work and the atmosphere created.