The Inishman Forager.

The wind whips the moor, whistling over the grykes, and pinning the vegetation tight to the ground.

You lay prone for hours among a rock cluster, snapping shots of house martins and gannets. Your prizethe Peregrine Falconrefuses to show itself.

Rumors that Phillips Banyon was dispatched to find the same raptors (the editors pay first-come, first-serve). A figure emerges on the moor. A woman. She moves deliberately across the land before you, clad in a local wool cardigan and demonstrating a generations-deep awareness of the terrain. The cabled stitching betrays her roots here. Clearly a local. She works closer to your position. You break cover.

Excuse me, am I too early for the Peregrine breeding season?

She laughs. Youre the second person to ask me that. How should I know? I just took the ferry out for the day.

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