Friday, June 03, 2016
The rosy redpoll was one of two displaying vigorously at last year's grasshopper warbler site.
A bit further north, a golden eagle was over moorland to the west of the road, being mobbed by two buzzards.
I pulled over into a lay-by where a couple were having breakfast in their camper van and grabbed a shot before the raptors all disappeared towards the sea.
A black-throated diver was on a road-side loch.
At the other end of the loch, in gravelly shallows, small fish as rosy as the redpoll were leaping vertically out of the water. It seemed that other, larger fish, were predating them. Now and then you would catch sight of a fin and a back - but it was impossible to tell exactly what was going on. This picture's caught something - but what? With the strange half-seen forms of the fish and the odd texture of the water, you can imagine all sorts of weird monsters thrashing about.
The sand martin bank seemed deserted, although after a twenty-minute wait, one bird was seen to zoom into a hole and then leave. A singing whinchat was also here - my third this summer.
The weather has changed today, with a strong wind and some rain.
// posted by Christine @ 3:23 PM 
