Christine's walking & birds blog

Sitting in the car eating lunch at Badentarbat, we watched half-a-dozen ringed plover fly low over the sea and the stony beach to land on the sheep-cropped grass strip where we were parked. There was a bit of half-hearted displaying, then they split up and began to forage, the one closest to us tapping the ground with a foot and then plunging its bill into the thin soil to find some kind of insect larvae.


And, apart from 25 skylarks fairly new in at Achnahaird, that was about it!