The handover
There's something sleeping in my breast
That 'wakens only in the West
There's something in the core of Me
That needs the West to set it free
Oliver St John Gogarty
The hope was to get the Culfin Birds station up and running in situ before the subject's birthday. Close enough. This way we at least got to hand over the physical object – made by our friends at wedge.ie, the box is a beautiful build of Irish ash.
The project is very much a memoriam to our dad and his love for the area and for birdlife. In the midst of an ecological desert we have a rare copse of trees where the cuckoo comes every year.
We hope to share something of this unique part of the world in all its joyous diversity.

Connecting to and with duchas.ie has been such a joy, every day I'm thrilled to discover another charming, earnest fragment of this incredible inter-generational collaboration.

Faffing around with the hardware and the tech has been a bit of fun but that can have another day.

And while we have been recording using the mic for a while now, how will it manage out in the windswept wesht?
All remains to be seen.
In the meantime: bréithlá shona, a Choilm:
