Sunday, September 10, 2023

It was a monochrome sort of a day, with almost constant rain falling as we drove down the coast to Aultbea. There was nothing to see there so we started to make our way back, pausing at various lay-bys. At Mungasdale, a party of black-throated divers sailed, lounged, preened, and dived.


There were a dozen or so of these with one juvenile among them, and two great northern divers further out.

As we drove back along Little Loch Broom, a bunch of people staring out over the loch alerted us to a disturbance in the otherwise calm water which could only mean dolphins; we'd never seen dolphins in this loch, so Greger let me out and then drove on to our intended stop in the monument lay-by. 


 

Given that I had relatively close views (from the side of the A832!), the pictures I got are pretty abysmal; but the dolphins were fast-moving and the light was not brilliant. I walked along to the lay-by where I found Greger watching the action with his bins. The feeding frenzy had eased off and the pod had broken up, with some coming up the loch closer to him. There was only sporadic activity now, and a general movement back down the loch. Bye-bye.


The day before, my first whooper swans (two) and wigeon (4) of the autumn were on Loch Droma.

// posted by Christine @ 12:51 PM
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