We don’t really go in for wilderness in the UK. Our national parks are worked landscapes, from the sheep-strewn fells of the Lake District to the Peak District’s moors riddled with grouse butts. Perhaps only the remotest parts of Scotland can be said to be truly wild. In American wildlands the hand of man has often been just as much at work, especially in the past, but the landscape wears it more lightly. I well recall the feeling of awe standing on an overlook near the entrance to Yosemite National Park in California over 15 years ago, the valley floor apparently an unbroken stretch of forest, rock faces and waterfalls pristine and glistening.
Appalachian forest near Penmar, MD
Considering Birds 