Friday, February 06, 2015
We finished our translation job yesterday and Greger sent off the last section this morning. No doubt there'll be corrections and revisions but we have this weekend free. Today we went to Inverness where it was freezing cold. On the way back we stopped for a walk at the Rogie Falls. We had heard blue and coal tits, and then came a lovely musical twittering. I snapped just a few of several hundred siskins flying around the forest and landing to feed in the many larches.
Further along the road we stopped at the end of Loch Glascarnoch, where an artist was standing with his easel set up, painting. He must have been frozen. On the far side of the loch were seven whooper swans. They generally seem to prefer Loch Droma - but that was completely iced over.
Red deer have been driven down by the snow to graze and browse where they can, often near the road. They can be difficult to see against the brown-and-white moorland until you're close to them; and one was lying dead on the verge.
// posted by Christine @ 9:28 AM 
