Loch Garten, Abernethy Forest ©Jim Bain |
It is dawn in early April and we are crouched among juniper bushes near Loch Garten Nature Reserve in the Scottish Highlands. Our recording equipment set, we are hoping to catch a glimpse of two baby haggis or 'hagglets' emerging from their sandy burrow for the first time. Now fully furred, they measure about four inches in length and will spend the next three months learning about life with their parents before seeking out individual territories.
It is a rare chance to photograph and record the unique sounds of this incredibly shy animal.
Baby Haggis or 'hagglets' |
Adult Haggis |
It has a medium sized snout that is surprisingly tough, allowing it to push through thick clumps of heather. Its large ears remain constantly tuned for predators, those being the Common Buzzard and the increasingly rare Scottish Wildcat. The front paws have well developed claws for digging into abandoned rabbit burrows, its favourite choice of home.
The Haggis is now found only in Scotland, but there are several claims that it arrived originally in the 8th century in Viking longships, being farmed and bred as a traditional Scandinavian food source. The name 'haggis' could be derived from the West Germanic 'hakkon', meaning to chop, hack.Possible other sources are the Old Norse 'höggva', to hack, hew. This relates to the traditional methods of preparing a haggis prior to cooking and eating.
Haggis family emerge in Spring. Photo ©David Allan |
The Haggis in History
Engraved version of the Alexander Nasmyth 1787 portrait |
In Scotland, the Haggis is immortalised in the annual Burn's Night celebrations held on the 25th of January. Robert or 'Rabbie' Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) is widely regarded as Scotland's national poet The evening ceremonies culminate in the 'piping in' of the Haggis, cooked and served alongside mashed potatoes (tatties) and mashed turnips (neeps). Burns' poem, Address to a Haggis is then recited in original Scots' dialect. A whisky toast is offered and the feast begins.
"Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm."
(Quote from Address to a Haggis)
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