Sunday, March 29, 2015
On a showery morning a glaucous gull was on the river spit in Ullapool.
A fishing boat must have thrown out some of their unwanted catch - possibly catfish; the gulls didn't seem over-keen, but perhaps they'd already dined.
It was galling to see a fisherman walk right past the glaucous, which unlike the other gulls, stood its ground. Belatedly aware that I was getting drenched for the second time, I gave up and went home for the rest of the day.