Wednesday, January 17, 2018
The tide was out, and we didn't spend long trying to sort out the distant loafing gulls on the spit because of the insane, freezing wind. In the relative shelter of West Shore Street, a female stonechat was a nice sight, still eking out a living on the beach.
When Greger drives home on Thursday nights with his head full of Spanish verbs, this is one of the hazards he has to watch out for on the Dirrie Mor. The stag turned away and ran out onto the moorland, fortunately.
It was captured on his dash cam, which has also caught flying red grouse on a couple of occasions - but they were too fast and too small for useful stills.