Monday, February 02, 2026

Battling the wind round the camp-site point, I spotted my first guillemot of the year far out on the loch. This was followed by a gull swooping over the water that looked too small for black-headed. I could hardly keep the bins or camera still, but a few shaky shots confirm this was a little gull.




Yesterday: Two firsts for the year - a bullfinch at Glascarnoch dam while on a very short walk - and a dipper on the River Broom, while on an even shorter one. However, we're both walking a bit better now. My bruised and swollen ankle is almost back to normal and my dodgy knee feels stiff rather than painful. A rather robust session with the physiotherapist reassured me that the Great Fall at Rhue did no lasting damage - although he did mention that my good knee could also, eventually, become arthritic as it's age-related. I'm still hoping to get up at least one hill this year!  


Tuesday, January 27, 2026

The strong southeasterly winds continue, and along West Shore Street two fugitives from the storms were seen - a stonechat foraging on both beach and road, and a red-breasted merganser.



The poor shot (excuse alert - into the sun and heaving sea!) of the merganser is interesting because it shows (probably) that its prey was a scorpion fish. The next moment the merganser had dived, as a trio of gulls swooped to pinch its meal. They didn't succeed, but I'm not sure if the merganser did either, as it resurfaced a few seconds later without the fish. A third year tick was obtained nearby as a wren hopped about among the tables opposite the Arch Inn.  


Monday, January 12, 2026

Yesterday: A third trip up to the dam, with a partial thaw underway, brought only two birds - but they gave me a year tick, and, more interestingly, displayed some behaviour that I hadn't seen before. We spotted them as soon as we pulled into the still-crunchy lay-by - two birds flying and swooping round the control tower at great speed; I identified them as kestrels and commented that they must be two male birds, disputing territory. 

One landed on a shelf halfway up the tower while the second bird made several dives at it in a seemingly aggressive manner - after which they both flew off and made a large circle over the valley below, returning to perch now and then in the treetops of the plantation. My poor picture at least proves that I was wrong - one was a female.



Back home I consulted Birds of the Western Palearctic, which says "Courtship often occurs well before breeding season, both sexes circling and chasing....male repeatedly diving at female in mock attacks". I have to confess that, down south, I found the kestrel a rather boring bird (familiarity breeding, not contempt exactly, just lack of interest); but this dazzling display changed my mind. It was also nice to discover that, despite appearances, it was all about bonding, not battle.       


Friday, January 09, 2026

The coal tit was finding what looked like tiny larvae in the moss on the wall.


Just after I'd taken a photo along the iced-over loch, another small bird came flying high towards us out of the seemingly lifeless frozen scenery, calling repeatedly. 


The call was a pleasing, falling "chyoo", similar to a reed bunting's call but less sharp and emphatic. Luckily for us it landed on the roof of the control tower, and I was thrilled to see it was a snow bunting.



The bunting didn't hang around but soon flew off in the direction of the road and the wind-farm.

We pulled into the Fannichs lay-by as we'd spotted red grouse near here yesterday. One was immediately visible....


.....and then a much closer one popped its head up above the bank of snow that had been heaped there by a snow-plough. There were about fifteen grouse altogether.


A buzzard was glimpsed from the car on the high moors, flying and gliding very low above the ground; and common dolphins were seen quite far up Loch Broom and also from West Terrace in the village. A nice outing on a very cold day!

Yesterday: A raven was calling and displaying above the dam, and as we walked back to the car we spotted a golden eagle - which was already flying away from us.


At the other end of the loch, a reed bunting flew from bush to bush, keeping low in the freezing weather; and several red grouse were seen in flight.


Wednesday, December 24, 2025

I didn't get to West Terrace until one o'clock, when I spotted a whale far out - and when I overheard someone saying that one or possibly two whales had been breaching in the loch this morning, I thought that was all I was going to see today. However, we were all in for a treat - and Greger drove up at just the right moment to see the action as well.



Now that's what you call a splash!


Not quite sure how this hangs together....


......but this fin seemed to wave a farewell, as the animal(s) moved slowly off down the loch.


And talking of farewells:

🎵Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu Mormond Hill
And the dear land of Crimond
I bid you farewell.
I'm bound off for Greenland
And ready to sail
In hopes to find riches
In hunting the whale.

Written by George Scroggie, c1850; sung by Judy Collins with haunting whale calls adding to the feeling of melancholy.  

Saturday, December 20, 2025

Puns are usually tiresome things, but I think I really am going to rue today's visit to Rhue; because, walking down the wet, muddy slope to the lighthouse, I lost concentration and slipped, falling on my left side with my right leg folded under me.  This is the leg with the arthritic knee and can't normally be folded like this - cue tremendous pain that made me cry out, and then more pain in my twisted right foot. Oh dear.

Stupidly, I carried on walking down to the lighthouse; it took me ages. I sat on the rocks and had a drink of water, and waited for a whale to make this all worth while. I'd been to Ardmair first and spotted a large black shape, so I knew there was one out there. I could see some dolphin activity, and finally caught a blow.


It doesn't look exactly as wide as it is long - but the whale that surfaced soon after was certainly a humpback.

Another mishap occurred when I bent down to feel my ankle - and dropped my camera on the rocks. It seems okay, however. I then started to make my slow, painful way back up the hill - and a woman coming down towards me suddenly slipped and fell. She got up quickly, fortunately not hurt - and in case she felt awkward I told her I'd just done the same thing. She very kindly asked if she could help me back up to the car park; I thanked her but said I would manage. It took ages, though; and the thought was in my mind: Will I be able to drive? As soon as I got into the car I knew that I could, and I drove home to assess the damage. I'd better rest it tomorrow, and pop over to the medical centre when it reopens on Monday. Blast!


Thursday, December 18, 2025

After a visit to the medical centre to have my "bloods" done, I drove to Ardmair to give the car battery a bit of a charge - and spotted a feeding frenzy of seabirds far out. I headed back and turned along the road to Rhue, walking down a very muddy path to the lighthouse. Before I could get my camera out, a humpback whale broke the surface just out from the rocks. I next picked it up farther out towards the Coigach shore....


....and then managed to catch part of the tail as it came closer and dived just off Isle Martin.


Yesterday morning:  The immature white-tailed eagle was soaring over the loch and the village.



A white-winger was on the golf-course spit, though probably not a genuine glaucous. (The wings do look a paler, more silvery grey, though, than those of the herring gull behind it - not sure if that's significant.)


I could see whale blows far away and went home for lunch, returning in the afternoon to get cold all over again. Eventually my patience was rewarded when a whale broke surface in the middle of the loch, and a few dolphins were then spotted leaping nearby. Greger popped round to see if anything was happening, just in time to see some lunge-feeding.


In the last picture I can just see some auks in the foreground when I click it up - hadn't noticed them before. Today (Thursday) is the eighth day I've been watching the whale - and of course it was here several days before I started. It's certainly brightened up December!


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