Tuesday, February 01, 2022

Having spent the morning washing and ironing I decided belatedly on a trip to Ardmair; and in strong winds and poor light spotted a white-winged gull at the camp-site end of the beach - after I'd walked in the opposite direction. Typical. The gull was very obliging, flying towards and past me, then turning and swooping past again. But it was all too fast (and close) for me, and this was the best pic I could manage. I think it's an Iceland gull; it flew towards the fish farm where I lost it.


Returning to the village I parked on Shore Street and scanned the loch. A black guillemot was near the end of the quay - looking, I thought, beautifully black. I hurried out to where I could see it better and realised that the summer plumage was actually a work in progress.


While I was trying to get decent shots in the gusty wind another white-winger flew strongly past; in the brief time I had it in view this looked more like a glaucous gull - but again, I'm not sure.


It flew over the ferry and vanished! It would be nice to think it was a genuine glaucous - and I did think that it flew around "in a different way" to the regular viking. A slightly frustrating couple of hours' birding - but there was also the feeling that birds are on the move.

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