We drove to Littleferry this morning, timing our arrival perfectly with the clearing of the early high cloud. The tide had just turned and was beginning to funnel water through the entrance to Loch Fleet where hardly a bird was visible. Sadly, too, the first thing we encountered was....
....the corpse of a seal, perhaps one of last year's pups, washed up on the high tide line.
Happily, the ends of two of the promontories of sand on the north side of the entrance to Loch Fleet were crowded with birds, most of them gulls but also some small flocks of waders - one of ringed plovers, the others difficult to identify - and pairs of ducks.
We walked along the sands towards Golspie meeting only three people, all dog walkers. The beach and the tideline of the rising tide lacked anything of interest beyond....
....a scattering of bivalves with razor shells prominent and several small sea potatoes.
On our way home we pulled off in the usual place where there is a view of the inner part of Loch Fleet, deserted of wildfowl except for a few pairs of shelduck, one of which was close enough for us to be reminded of....
....the magnificence of the male's breeding plumage.
We drove to Littleferry this morning, timing our arrival perfectly with the clearing of the early high cloud. The tide had just turned and was beginning to funnel water through the entrance to Loch Fleet where hardly a bird was visible. Sadly, too, the first thing we encountered was....
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