Monday, February 01, 2021
As the tide went out, a purple sandpiper foraged in seaweedy pools at the mouth of the Ullapool river.
A still predominantly white black guillemot reared up and showed its crisply contrasting underwings.
Far out on the loch there were two common scoters and a great northern diver.
Yesterday: I was out early when it was still below freezing. Along the edge of the golf course the outside bend of the river was frozen over, and a few ice pancakes had formed.
A handful of gulls were hanging round the harbour, crying peevishly as they waited to see what they could scavenge; but this one was catching its own food. I managed just one poor shot before the gull flew off with its prize.
Two curlews were dozing in the company of a dozen oystercatchers.
// posted by Christine @ 11:26 AM 
