Sections of the beach below Dunrobin Castle are deep in seaweed thrown up by Friday's first of our winter gales, Storm Amy. Arriving to take advantage of anything in the seaweed and nearby fields are....
....the rock doves, wild relatives of the common town pigeon, which spend every winter here. So far only a few have arrived but last winter we saw upward of a hundred,
The Dairy Park, so-called because cows were kept there for milk for the residents of the castle, is now down to cereal crops, this a planting of, probably, winter barley, much appreciated by....
....the local crows, the main species enjoying the feast being....
....rooks (left) and jackdaws. All this while....
....geese pass overhead, skein after skein of them, perhaps a thousand or more, heading south.
Meanwhile, in our back garden, in the increasingly rare flashes of sunshine, the red admirals come out, enjoying our michaelmas daisies and verbena which refused to lie down during Amy's violent passage.
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