Saturday, January 13, 2018
This'll be a contender for my daftest bird picture of 2018.
I'd been driving north towards Ledmore Junction four days ago when two white-tailed sea eagles unhurriedly flapped across the road ahead. Quick look in the mirror! Quick swerve into a rough, narrow pull-in I don't normally use! Fumble with camera! Fall out of the car! Click! I think this is a hectoring raven rather than one of the eagles. Wonder what the sheep thought? However, one eagle circled and then resumed its journey, giving me a second chance.
Several sightings now point to a sort of eagle flyway; but of course they wander all over the place, so it might be coincidence. What I'd like to know is, how far east they go.
There was a tiny bone on the beach at Ardmair - probably all that's left of a dead seal that was here on 30th December 2017. The body was in two parts, with a neatish cut - so maybe it fell foul of a boat propeller.
A great black-backed gull and two ravens were loitering.
All that was left of the head was the whiskery muzzle, the palate, and the teeth - the teeth of a carnivore.
I couldn't help adding that last bit, as I'm being driven mad by burgeoning vegan fascism - not least in The Guardian, which rams home their non-meateating message almost every day through one smug columnist or another who is often a recent convert to what might well be, in their case, a passing fad. Such people are fond of calling us meat-eaters "carnivores" - presumably because they think it has a cruel and nasty ring to it. It's not quite accurate though. A tiger is a carnivore, a wolf is a carnivore. Most humans are omnivores.
If you don't want to eat animals - fine. Don't eat animals. But shut up about it, 'cos I'm fed up with your namby-pamby, holier-than-thou, sanctimonious bloody drivel and your endless recipes for tofu-stuffed gooseberries or some other crap.
First rant of the year. I feel better now.
First rant of the year. I feel better now.
// posted by Christine @ 8:05 AM 
