#Mountain Birch

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commonplace on the Scottish Mountain Birch Project - repost with credit only

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We're searching Scotlands Highlands to find and bring back a rare habitat, Mountain Birch.

🌾 To support our work you can become a member here: https://mossy.earth

MOSSY EARTH MEMBERSHIP

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The rewilding membership that restores nature across a wide range of ecosystems.

🌲 Support a diversity of ecosystems

🐺 Rewild habitats to bring back biodiversity

🦫 Fund neglected species & ecosystems

Learn more and become a member here: https://mossy.earth

💪 OUR PARTNERS IN THIS VIDEO

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Reforesting Scotland: https://reforestingscotland.org/

⏱️TIMESTAMPS⏱️

00:00 Intro

00:40 Adventure begins!

02:18 What is Mountain Birch?

03:31 Why is Mountain Birch Missing?

04:44 What Scotland could look like!

06:05 What we're doing

07:12 Adventure continues...

09:27 Gus' channel?

09:55 To the nursery

🔎 ABOUT THIS PROJECT

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Montane woodland is a virtually extinct habitat in Scotland. Of the 5.1% of native forests in the Scottish Highlands, only a mere 4% exists above altitudes of 400 metres. Although important restoration schemes are working to restore Caledonian pine forest, temperate rainforests and montane willow scrub, a missing piece of the landscape is largely, if not completely neglected - mountain birch woodland. In what should be a transitional zone between lower and higher mountain woodlands, high-altitude adapted species like mountain birch have all but disappeared, leaving a gap in this ecological niche. This Mountain Birch Project (MBP), led by Reforesting Scotland, aims to progress efforts to reinstate mountain birch woodland in Scotland. It will involve locating remaining fragments, mapping their distribution and seed collection and propagation, as well as the establishment of a seed orchard.

Find out more about this project here: https://www.mossy.earth/projects/the-...

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MOSSY EARTH: Another fascinating video from the Mossy Earth YouTube channel.

Our Search for Scotland´s Lost Highland Trees

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Susitna River in Autumn, Central Alaska ~ Photography by Pam Braswell

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Herald of Autumn

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I've been yapping about fire ghouls too much.... so maybe I talk about earth ghouls...

Earth ghouls who're ambush predators. Earth ghouls who walk almost as silently as quintessence ghouls.

Earth ghouls who can't help but lurk just behind the corner when they catch a sibling out past curfew, following them around to... "keep an eye on them" in case they're up to no good.

Earth ghouls who have a bad habit of looming over the siblings from behind a hedge in the garden - tall as a tree with big hungry eyes and mouths full of sharp teeth.

Earth ghouls who grin as a show of aggression, the one earth ghoul trait Swiss seemed to get from being a multi.

Smaller earth ghouls who perch in trees or burrow under the ground and cover themselves in leaves. Bigger earth ghouls who can perfectly camouflage themselves in the dense forest on the Ministry's estate.

Earth ghouls <3

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real egg moments with brendan birch

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Dwarf Birch Forest, Iceland - October 9th 2023

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While I'm waiting for my friends to catch up with the finale I wanted to share my personal most terrifying silt verses experience

I was solo camping, 18 hours driving distance away from my nearest friend, having spent the last 16 straight hours on the road and listening to my latest podcast obsession, The Silt Verses. I arrive to my campsite at 2 am, no cell phone service. Totally expected and normal. To not wake the other very asleep campers, I pitch my tent far enough from everyone else to where the sound of me getting settled in won't bother anyone. Right by the river. After 16 hours of River Horror Podcast. I'd never been scared to sleep outdoors in my life before, but I think I tried to send texts to multiple people that if my phone was found somewhere and I'd gone missinf firever that the damn trawler man had gotten me. 10/10 would recommend

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Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--- Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows--- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Robert Frost, Mountain Interval (1916), The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, ed. Edward Connery Lathem (Henry Holt and Company, 2002)

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Malcolm Mclaren Presents Double Dutch

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so many cornflowers!

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Birch and Aspen Glow ~ Central Alaska ~ Photography by Pam Braswell