Friday, July 05, 2019
In constant windblown rain, a bedraggled ring ouzel emerged from a tussock below Knockan Crag and flew down the hill and across the road.
The bird foraged in the shortish soaked grass above the loch - but he was distant, and I couldn't tell if he found anything. I'd hoped to see young, but saw only two equally bedraggled wheatears, an adult and a fledgling, on a nearby fence.
// posted by Christine @ 12:03 PM 
