Cutting first toward the marine station to make sure the light was behind me I made my usual vain attempts to get a good shot of my other wonderful neighbours, the Fulmar.
|The standard disinterested look...|
Then the calling stopped and later started up some 20 meters away.... bugger not even a glimpse. I pondered remaining, to see if it would return. I'm glad I didn't, Leaving my coat where I had been sitting on it I followed the rabbit path through the fairly boggy ground to and open patch of grasses where, to my joy, I found him singing his little heart out, turning his head this way and that to broadcast his song. And it was a good job I did, any more waiting and my sunburn would have gone critical!
|Small bird, big voice!|
|And this was the closest I got, I wasn't going to risk flushing a beastie I'd just gotten sunburn waiting for!|