The beach to the north of us, between the village and Dunrobin Castle, is now seeing the return of the first migrants. Earliest were the....
....skylarks, the males arriving before the females to stake out their territories and then fly above them, their glorious song their way of informing rivals that they already own the patch of rough pasture below them.
Next came the pied wagtails, chasing each other around the fields and foreshore so fast that it's taken a couple of days to find them still enough to capture their portrait. At about the same time as they arrived we were told that their cousins....
....the grey wagtails were back and we duly found a pair in their favourite spot, hopping from stone to stone in the Golspie burn.
Along the shore, birds that until recently went around in chattering groups - one thinks of the gulls and oystercatchers in particular - are beginning to pair up ready for the serious business of rearing this year's broods. These are, I think, kittiwakes.
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