Saturday, July 24, 2021
We parked at the walkers' car park by the cattle grid on this warm sunny day and took the path that contours Ullapool Hill, through scattered conifers and gorse bushes. Several Golden-ringed Dragonflies were hawking over the bracken, and a goldcrest was heard but not seen. As we gained height a bunch of swallows flew over twittering and then a house martin swooped by.
We had stopped for a breather and were gazing north when I spotted an all-dark bird flying fast above the Ullapool river gorge towards the village. "It's a SWIFT!" I called out, and despite my garbled directions Greger immediately got onto it. It was then seen very distantly against the sky, and by chance I caught it in a couple of rubbish shots, here with the Summer Isles in the haze below.
