Reintroduced bison in Romania are "stimulating plant growth and securing carbon stored in the soil" as they roam and graze -- which, of course, they did when they were originally a part of the ecosystem.
"Prof Oswald Schmitz of the Yale School of the Environment in Connecticut in the US, who was the lead author of the report, said: 'Bison influence grassland and forest ecosystems by grazing grasslands evenly, recycling nutrients to fertilise the soil and all of its life, dispersing seeds to enrich the ecosystem, and compacting the soil to prevent stored carbon from being released.'
'These creatures evolved for millions of years with grassland and forest ecosystems, and their removal, especially where grasslands have been ploughed up, has led to the release of vast amounts of carbon. Restoring these ecosystems can bring back balance, and ‘rewilded’ bison are some of the climate heroes that can help achieve this.'”
Edinburgh in sunset/sunrise mode.
A beautiful city, with fabulous architecture and endless history, there are endless photo opportunities here, especially in that golden hour.
"Where should I go?" -Alice.
"That depends on where you want to end up." -The Cheshire Cat.
~ Lewis Carroll
(Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland // Through the Looking-Glass)
It's has been a long, stressful year, I think we all need a nice golden landscape with a pensive panda in a bee costume in it. Available as a wallpaper at https://ko-fi.com/s/d79e9fdf46
To get a glance of the #aurora yesterday, I walked up to the #forest. When I arrived at the entrance, I looked into the darkness, and realised that going into a pitch dark forest alone is probably not the smartest idea I've had, especially as I'm very much a city person.
I turned around, and ran into some people who also wanted to see the aurora, so I partied up with them, We walked through the forest for a few hours, climbed a big hill, saw no aurora, but had a good time.
The old fox that seemed to lead the way here is gone. The forest opens, like a portal, leading into a meadow. From the song of birds and the ever-companion, Wind's breath cool and damp, rustling in the leaves, you step into the hum of bees, the warm sun on your skin, grass tickling your ankles. Wind whispers softly in the grass, a dry breath from the south—an flash of orange, a white-tipped foxtail vanishing into the tall grass...
Morning Stumps - A couple of old logging remnants on the Brother's Creek Trail this morning. I was lucky enough that my catch-my-breath spot had this view, just as sunlight poured in from the side.