Tuesday, August 18, 2015
The merlin was on the fence beyond the godwit field (no sign of them today).
He had plenty of choice - pied wagtails, meadow pipits, wheatears, and starlings. As for the rabbits, they once again had to run the gauntlet of buzzards and at least ten ravens, not to mention a marauding stoat.
Fifteen to twenty curlews were restless what with all the human activity on the beach, but they landed close to me in the dunes, although out of sight.
The promise of a fine day evaporated when clouds rolled in, and a cold north wind picked up with a sudden odd whistling noise that set the sheep all running. Back at Achnahaird most people were leaving the beach. I felt sorry for them. It's been a god-awful summer; and I hardly dare read the southern birding sites because the mention of warm weather fills me with anguish.
// posted by Christine @ 12:37 PM 
