Ocean's eleven

As promised, here's a few shots from our clifftop wander yesterday morning.

It's a rugged coastline, almost worthy of a Poldark galloping horse moment.

This is one of two Bonxies (Great Skuas) which were scavenging a dead auk.

Perched precariously, or calculatedly clinging? A Shag makes the point that anything those mountain goats can do, it can do better.

Another cliffscape. In the distance is Rose Ness with its beacons, which was the destination of last weekend's walk.

This is a Fulmar. When they're not soaring playfully on the breeze, Fulmars like to rest. A lot. Be more like Fulmar.

There were very few wild flowers in bloom, mainly just small clumps of Lesser Celandine. However, this Common Dog Violet was doing its best to add a splash of colour and liven up proceedings.

One of a pair of Ravens which were calling with a much softer note than the more usual 'Cronk!' that we tend to hear.

This is the location where I filmed the 360 degree shot in the previous post.

A couple of pairs of Razorbills. Just loving the yellow!

Heard at a distance, we managed to locate this Peregrine perched near the clifftop. Later, reviewing the images, I was astonished to compare the size of the raptor to the Fulmar (far right). Its small size means it is a male, or tiercel.

Guillemots! No, not the band. If you look carefully, you can see a few 'bridled' specimens, with the white eye-liner (there's at least ten).