There was the biggest flock of linnets I'd seen this year, just shy of 25, feeding in the meadow by the sewage works. They were thoroughly flighty, but I stuck it out; however just as they settled at a decent distance, they were flushed by another birder, visiting the island for the day. I gave up and moved down the shore, the westerly wind bringing the gannets and manxies in close. The sun had brought the butterflies out, and stunning, fresh peacocks were everywhere.
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Feeding peacock |
As I got to the point, I could see a mix of waders on the exposed mud. It was a struggle not to flush them from the path on the bank, however, I managed to hunker down behind an eroded granite wall.
There was the usual mob of waders, gulls and eclipse eider hanging around. I heard a whimbrel, but couldn't find it amongst the boulders. I didn't dare move from such a prime blind, so I spent my time playing with camera settings, snapping the dunlin feeding in the pools on the upper shore. When I finally did leave, half the flock left with me, wheeling round to the south. I headed back toward the road.
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This was one of two really confiding juv dunlin |
Left or right? Left is a 3 hour walk, right is 30 mins....
Left. Diving gannets, willow warbler, buzza---no... osprey! Leaving the reservoirs with a fish slung low; making a determined path for Bute. It called once as it flew, and was soon a speck in the distance.
This was the first osprey I'd seen on island. I decided to take it as a win, turned back, and headed for home!
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I believe this is one of the trout stocked at the ponds.... |
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