Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Greger had never been "over the other side", so we drove south and took the bridge across the River Broom, passing between two ranks of mature trees (maples?) and turning back north for about a kilometre to park at Clachan. We walked across the saltings and a short way up the single-track road. A kingfisher has been reported here several times recently, so we looked out for it. In my perverse way, I would have enjoyed seeing it but I don't mind that we didn't, as I can still find my own first Scottish kingfisher.
As we drove away a sparrowhawk shot across the road in front of us and alighted on a distant post.
Back at home two bramblings were again in the garden under the feeders.
The individual by the pole has facial markings round the eye that give it the rather anxious, peevish expression of a puffin; and when it's tilting its head to look up at the feeders, you can imagine it saying "Pleeease send some seed down here for me!" I've seen one of them on the peanuts for a brief time, but otherwise they feed on the ground.
// posted by Christine @ 9:23 AM 
