We woke this morning to a waning crescent moon and the promise of a fine day so we set off for....
....the links at Littleferry where, to our joy, the first....
....skylark of the season was singing high above us. Soon after he was joined by two others, not to sing but to chase each other around at a low level, sometimes even landing to avoid attack by the others. These are the males, arriving some weeks before the females to vie for territories which they will guard ready for the females to make their choices.
Down on the shore the state of the skylarks' love life was of no interest whatsoever to old man curlew, stalking the tide line all alone while, just off shore....
....a small flotilla of wigeon were contending with the waves.
Hearing the first skylark is one of the special moments of the year, but only so because, unlike further south where some skylarks overwinter in England, northern Scottish skylarks are absent through the deepest winter months.
We woke this morning to a waning crescent moon and the promise of a fine day so we set off for....
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