Sunday, October 16, 2022
Day 10 of the flu, and I'm feeling restless. A walk on the beach at Ardmair was just the job, although yesterday's feeding frenzy had quietened down a bit; there were, for instance, no gannets to be seen today. A number of black-headed gulls were among the larger gulls on the spit, and one or two kittiwakes had also landed there.
Yesterday: Greger felt well enough to drive me to Tesco in style in the Tesla - with a spin up to Ardmair first. There was snow on An Teallach (my first of the year) and enough white-bird activity on the sea to bring me out again after we'd taken the shopping home.
There must have been shoals of fish out in the bay, and gulls and auks had gathered in two places while gannets, both adult and juvenile, flew and dived between them. While we've been ill I've glanced out at the garden now and then, with goldcrest and blackcap being the only noteworthy sightings; so today's goings-on at Ardmair were a feast for the eyes. We'll probably get ourselves well just in time to walk across to the medical centre on November 1st and get our Covid boosters - and annual flu jabs!
