Keith Graham's Country View
22.05.12
There was perhaps, a time when migration was even more universal than it is now, a time when human tribes joined in this global movement of life, northwards in the spring of the year, southwards in the autumn, following the ebbing and flowing of those tides of movement.
Then like birds and animals, hunter-gathering mankind followed the sun, the herds of animals and the emerging fruits in a constantly mobile lifestyle. Now we as a species, although much more globally aware are nonetheless by nature more sedentary and settled except for some notable exceptions.
There are still a few nomadic tribes who live on what most of us might regard as the very farthest flung peripheries of ‘normal’ life, such as the Laplanders with their reindeer and the travelling folk of Mongolia. They perhaps still follow the sun.
Here in this small island nation, it is the avian migration rather than a movement of animals or indeed people that strikes a chord.
As we advance towards the spring solstice, so do our expectations begin to rise in anticipation of the first trickle of arrivals, a trickle that will eventually become an avalanche as literally millions of birds complete their inevitable journeys north.
Source: Stirling Observer