...tourists; everything was up, trying desperately to find some shoreline not occupied by dog walkers, picnicking cyclists, or daft blondes with cameras *cough*. Confident in my limited chances of sneaking up on anything today, I tucked myself into the scrub in Clashfarland and waited for the circling birds to overfly me.
And they did, in some numbers. Here's what I snapped on the way past...
|Lapwing, the were about 50 around|
|Curlew (200 odd), accompanied by around 20 Barwits|