To be frank there ain’t much sign of a cuckoo in the snowy wastes of County Durham where one half of TheBigForest has been working but a couple of weeks ago we visited The Booth Museum in Brighton (find out more here x) a Victorian gallery full of stuffed birds and the occasional bear.
It’s impossible to get good photos of the birds in the displays due to reflection, which is disappointing as they are wonderfully Victorian in a slightly melodramatic way, but the thing that really caught our eye were the displays of moths and butterflies and the signs.
The signs…………why? We loved the hand painted lettering and the distressed nature of the paint and the birds names too…from now on one of us shall be called Ptarmigan when we want to impress at events.
As we have said before, its easy to laugh or disapprove of the actions of previous generations which we find rather pointless. So we tried to ignore the part of our brain that was screaming ‘oh no’ to the thought of rare birds killed for museum displays and simply accept that in 1882 this was the way things were. Now, well now, those birds are still frozen in time when so much that was happening at that moment of their life, and death, is lost and forgotten.