Christine's walking & birds blog

A golden eagle flew across the road as I stood in the lay-by, and I thought it would disappear behind the ridge where we saw the osprey a week ago; but instead, it hunted along the ridge and back again before flying off to the north.




At least thirty vocal redpolls were restless, flying up from the moor to perch on wires - although their right to do so was disputed by a smaller number of meadow pipits. A male stonechat was also present. Later, a merlin was seen in flight from the car - but had disappeared by the time I managed to pull in.

If I'd known the weather was going to be generally good today (just one heavy shower) I might have been tempted up a mountain in a last desperate bid to see dotterel before they all go.