While returning from our afternoon walk along the ancient track between Dunrobin Castle and Golspie, which runs close to the beach, we spotted what we took to be....
....a blackbird scurrying along the path in front of us.
Only when it stopped and turned did we realise that it was a small duckling, possibly from one of the mallard families which frequent the mouth of the Golspie Burn, which the track crosses. Yet the little thing was half a mile from the burn.
Having started by running away from us it suddenly decided to come towards us, only stopping when it was at our feet.
It was almost as if it was begging us to help it find its mum and dad but there was no sign of any adults around. We know better, from grim experience, than to take a wild animal, however cute, home with us, as we did while living at Matenderere - link
here. Although that duckling was wonderfully cared for, it did not survive.
So, sadly, we left it on the path, cheeping pathetically, and hope that a parent finds it.
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