A westerly wind blew mightily yesterday kicking up a dust storm on land and white horses across the Moray Firth and, towards evening, tearing enough holes in the clouds for some sunshine to break through. However, this was too late for the small birds, of which we saw precious few through the day, though....
....they made up for it by turning out in numbers this morning, the chaffinches arriving first followed by greenfinches, goldfinches....
We walked up into forestry which was full of bird song. At one point we stood and heard dunnock, wren, chaffinch and robin all singing together. Soon we'll be listening for the song of the first returning migrants.
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