Special Moments

The other evening, at about eleven o'clock, I stood at the back door of our house looking out towards the woodland in Golspie Glen and listened to a song thrush. His was the most intricate of melodies, each phrase repeated two or three times, never two the same, with the occasional mistake when, for a moment, he would draw breath, as if annoyed at himself, before launching into the next sequence.

Breathtaking.

And today, as we walked down the hill from Backies after collecting a dozen rich brown croft eggs, we spotted a roe deer standing in open woodland. She was watching a car coming up the road and was quite oblivious to our presence until I moved when, in a series of bounds, she made for the nearest thick woodland.

Breathtaking.