Thursday, October 29, 2020
A great northern diver was fairly close in to the rocks below Rhue lighthouse this morning.
There was a blast from the past as the old ferry - Isle of Lewis - sailed down the loch bound for Stornoway. It's standing in for the new ferry, which is away having a refit.
Two shags fished nearby, a curlew flew round the headland towards Ardmair, four Eider ducks zoomed past, and a black guillemot in winter plumage went speeding up the loch. The first spots of rain sent me home.
Yesterday, I was sitting reading in bed at 4 am, unable to sleep. From the front garden came a rather squeaky call, repeated several times. As I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the window I realised it was the call of a tawny owl - very welcome this, as I haven't heard a tawny in the village for ages. I opened the window carefully and could now hear also the alarm calls of a blackbird and other small birds. I couldn't see a thing, but hope the owl found a mouse or something instead!
// posted by Christine @ 12:49 PM 
