Each morning thousands of geese fly north in long, wavering skeins, calling as they pass high over the village, and each evening they return. This happens every year, for a few weeks, and then, as winter bites, the numbers hugely reduce, presumably as most of them move further south to avoid the worst of the winter.
However - and we saw this at the same time last year - sometimes the daily migration stops short, with the geese, landing carriages down, settle into the fields just at the back of the village. This happened today as we walked up the narrow road to Golspie Tower and we were able....
....to approach quite close. They were feeding in a field which had been down to barley and were joined in the feast by masses of gulls, rather fewer crows and some starlings. The geese were a mixture of two species, greylags with their distinctive orange beaks, and pink-footed with darker heads and.... pink feet.
We must have done something to alert them for suddenly the whole lot were in the air, a cacophony of calls as they rose, until they had gained enough height to....
....circle round and land in some more distant fields.
Each morning thousands of geese fly north in long, wavering skeins, calling as they pass high over the village, and each evening they return. This happens every year, for a few weeks, and then, as winter bites, the numbers hugely reduce, presumably as most of them move further south to avoid the worst of the winter.
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