Jasmine Isa Qureshi

I don’t normally write posts that contain mainly external content, but on this occasion I felt –  with the looming and certainly very much welcomed arrival of spring – that it is necessary to share this beautiful piece of poetry I have found that to me seems to embody this time of warmth and plenty. …

So a few days ago, it was raining. Now I’m not sugarcoating a rainy day; it’s very wet, cold and the thing about photography in the rain is that more often than not you have to use your bare hands for the fiddly bits; meaning your hands go numb and your fingers freeze off. But…

Heaving waves lazily soak the smooth white skin of a mammoth whale, the boiling froth fluffy on the fringes of the oceans blood, like the frills on the edges of a handkerchief, responding to the sharp breeze as a horse responds to the reigns of a rider…I like to imagine that’s what would be glimpsed…

A few weeks ago I was asked by fellow young naturalist and conservationist Liz Morley ( who I have mentioned in a previous post ) to write a guest post for her site ‘Planet on the Edge’ – https://planetontheedge.wordpress.com –  I was asked to write a post that had a foot in the doorway of…

Ooh that’s cold! I tell you, this birding business can be addictive! Over an hour spent, frozen (literally!) to the same spot in the frost spiked expanse of the back garden that makes up part of my local patch, with just a slight twist of the scope to signify my existence as a living organism…but…

Yep, it’s that time. The end of 2015. I must say – this has been probably the most wildlife filled year that I have ever lived through; a colourful, beautiful mess of natural history! To name a few of the eventful things that happened to me this year: = I started this blog, Heart of…

Yes I know, on reflection this poem should probably be posted in Springtime, but this poem I wrote in winter time; to perhaps remind what we have got to look forward to…So read on, and please tell me what you think of it, because although it may not be particularly good, it’s a reminder to…

Walking in short strides through the dense throng of bare, shivering trees. The whispery crunch of crystal coated leaves underfoot, my heavy boots pressing into the frosty, leaf littered ground and leaving a trail of shallow imprints in the cold, tough soil.Clenched hands pushed into the depths of my pockets, my rough fingers stretching to…