The buzzard that changed my view.
From the age of five I was a wild child, roaming the countryside and coming home as darkness fell. Later I took up canoeing and bushcraft, taught them for years and cared for a woodland. Yet, despite all that time outside, I still felt separate from nature. I saw it as a place to find resources: wild food, firewood or species to identify.
One hot summer’s day, a neighbour pointed out a buzzard soaring overhead. I looked for it the next day and could not find it. Where had it gone? Why had it been soaring so high? Why had I rarely looked up before? I knew the light switches and creaky stair tread in my house, but remarkably little about my natural home.
On dog walks with Sam, I only ever saw the rear end of blackbirds as they dived for cover. That buzzard awakened my curiosity, and I began to connect the pieces of nature’s jigsaw.
I call this journey re-wilding, and I would like to pass on what I have learned to you.
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