Saturday, April 22, 2017
Yesterday, a possible white wagtail was on the beach at Ardmair.
Today, we took a walk along forest tracks at Rosehall. A probable sparrowhawk in the distance gave rise to hopes of a goshawk - but it was always high and flying away from us, and in any case I think the tail was too long.
Given the thin soil and the strong winds of the Highlands conifers regularly get blown down - taking with them a fairly small disc of earth and moss. But neither of us had ever seen this before - a group of six trees, all gone over together.
Seen from the other side, the huge clump of earth reared up way above us looked quite spooky.
It was still cold today, and fairly wet underfoot. No crossbills were seen or even heard, and the only concession to the arrival of spring here seemed to be a willow warbler, singing in birches near the pond. But on the way home half a dozen sand martins and a swallow were seen swooping above the River Oykel, while a wheatear was on the grassy banks of Loch Borralan.
// posted by Christine @ 2:36 PM 
