Sunday, May 18, 2014


Another rainy day dawned - but Greger suggested an outing anyway. We drove south as far as Poolewe, where the beach opposite the camp-site is always worth a look.

The hoarse trilling of dunlins filled the air, and there was much chasing about and raising of wings. Several greenshanks were picking daintily around the grassy islets left by the ebbing tide.


An otter came swimming/wading along the edge of the sea, making its way up the stream past indignant common gulls - which, however, kept their distance.


At Gruinard Bay we walked out on shining wet sand. The fare was similar to Poolewe: a ringed plover, a couple of dunlin, and various gulls. The faint laughing "cak-cak-cak" of red-throated divers grew gradually louder, and two came flying over from the sea.

A whitethroat singing and displaying from gorse was my first definite one of the year; a stunning great northern diver was seen from First Coast; and two drake goosanders with at least one female were "snorkelling" at the head of Little Loch Broom.

We missed the bluebells down south, but they're flowering here now; and they seemed especially lovely in the drenched grass of road-side woods.

// posted by Christine @ 3:05 PM
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