The Woodchat Shrike was still in the same place in some bushes on an industrial estate, still hoovering up invertebrates from the neighbouring paddock.
Over on the west coast, it was a very different day from my previous visit. The sunshine and a brisk easterly wind having been replaced with thick grey cloud, no breeze to speak of and a slight drizzle. Undeterred, we set of south along the clifftop path.
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| Almost a sea stack! |
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| Mountain Everlasting |
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| Heath (?) Milkwort |
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| Mountain Everlasting |
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| "Stop p*ssing about taking photos of primroses!" |
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| Discarded or predated eggshell from a Great Black-backed Gull, or perhaps a Razorbill |
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| Yesnaby Castle |
4 comments:
Mountain everlasting looks nice little flower. A little less tense day then?
Oh, I dunno, I always seem to find some infinitesimally minor matter to whinge about :o)
I bet you're not as bad as I'm getting?
I had quite a stroppy session with the spellchecker when it argued with me about the spelling of 'infinitesimally' :o)
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