Christine's walking & birds blog

The messy heap attracting the glaucous gull at Achnahaird is the remains of a sheep. However, the juvenile great black-backed gull wanted it all for himself; he chased the glauc with a cry that sounded like a donkey braying.


The sun was in the wrong place for the pics, but I had no time to make a circuit around the birds as four or five dogs were approaching. As an Alsatian raced towards them, the other gulls flew (although they didn't go far) but the glaucous walked/ran away. It always seems reluctant to fly until the last moment. Neither here nor at Badentarbat beach were there any migrant waders. Still, at least we did finally have some warm sunshine today.