Thursday, April 07, 2016
A few of many hundred scaup riding the waves on the Cromarty Firth.
As we drove back across the Black Isle, two hunched figures on wires in the rain proved to be my first swallows of the spring. Approaching the Aultguish Inn on the way home, I had a brief sighting of a greenshank, standing on a stone in the Glascarnoch River - my seventh this year. (G. liked my post yesterday, although he reckons he's not a non-birder, but a semi-birder.)
// posted by Christine @ 11:42 AM 
