Monday, April 09, 2018
The eagles were a kilometre away, soaring where buzzards and ravens are often seen.
At least one of them was a golden eagle.
Otherwise our walk up Ullapool Hill and back down the quarry road was fairly uneventful. In one of the puddles along the moorland path was some spawn and two frogs mating. A sudden commotion in the heather produced not a grouse, but a redwing. It didn't want to fly, but sat looking at us for a while before scurrying back into the undergrowth. A few meadow pipits were displaying, and a big loose flock of redpolls went over chattering. Late afternoon, the brambling was in the garden again.