Goldfinches at the feeder. Illustration: Michael Viney

The goldfinches hung on like trapeze artists, swinging back and forth until an ultimate gust tore both birds and feeder from the twig. They blew like (...)

A story encircled by foam: looking out from Inishvickillane. Illustration: Michael Viney

On a clear day the islands line up along our horizon like serial episodes of our early connubial life, launched by a corncrake’s relentless serenade t(...)