Friday, December 25, 2020
We had decided to go north and walk in the forestry plantations, hoping for crossbills. Greger had just driven out through the gate and onto the road when a bunch of gulls drifted over, and I yelled "White-winger!" I tumbled out of the car and clicked wildly, with no time to change the exposure.
The Iceland gull turned and came back over us, and moved off towards the harbour with the rest of the gulls - flying over our garden as it went!
The weather deteriorated as we drove north and we came back to the village. We spotted the Iceland gull once more as it cruised fairly low along Shore Street - but that was the last glimpse we had. A large white-winger was on the quayside, which I suspect was the viking gull.
// posted by Christine @ 7:13 AM 
