Sunday, April 02, 2017
Half a dozen mergansers were close in at Achnahaird on this bright but windy day, with some displaying from the males.
And with such glam ladies - all windswept crops, kohl-lined eyes, and lippie - no wonder they were smitten.
Only one wheatear was seen briefly, flying across the road as we drove uphill from Polbain. In one of the moorland pools by the roadside, where I saw a toad on Tuesday, strands of toadspawn were threaded through the weeds like a double rope of black pearls; while some frog eggs had hatched into tadpoles, wriggling, but not moving far from the main mass.
// posted by Christine @ 2:05 PM 
