Sunday, December 27, 2015
On a really beautiful sunny day, the beach at Achnahaird had been whipped and moulded by wind and waves into a strange moonscape of miniature hills and peaks. A couple of (rock?) pipits and a male stonechat were foraging on the sand.
A dunlin was hunkering down with half a dozen ringed plovers.
At the edge of the beach where we walk up onto the cliffs, a male stonechat was flycatching from the tops of the rocks. A female was a short distance away, and there was possibly a third bird further off.
Twenty-nine barnacle geese were on the sloping sheep fields at Old Dornie.
Old Dornie harbour held oystercatchers, at least four curlews, a pair of red-breasted mergansers, and a great northern diver.
A drake goldeneye was on one of the roadside lochans; and I spent some time snapping a kestrel on wires, trying to make it into a merlin.
// posted by Christine @ 2:44 PM 
