Saturday, November 14, 2015
There was a bitterly cold wind blowing across the Moray Firth on this brightish morning. About 20 tree sparrows were foraging in the stubble field at Alturlie. Here are thirteen of them.
The saga of my car rolls on. The garage across the road sent it to the garage up the hill to be MOT'd, as their own MOT man was off sick or something. When Greger went over to the garage across the road to see if it was ready, they told him that while it was at the garage up the hill, someone reversed into it, denting the bumper and breaking a headlight. Almost a week later he phoned again, and the story now is that they have to put a new bonnet on it. Just how bad is this going to get?! We were reminded uneasily of Father Ted, who tried to repair a small dent in a hire vehicle and ended up destroying the entire car.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Two of three Brent geese (presumably pale-bellied) on the river at Achnahaird.
Record shot taken from a distance so as not to disturb them.
// posted by Christine @ 4:11 PM 
