A BUZZARD sits atop the same pine tree with such regularity that I'm sure he's standing guard over a nest nearby where a hen bird is sitting on eggs If I'm right it can't be too much longer till the eggs hatch, and then he'll be too busy feeding ravenous chicks to have time to sun himself.
BARELY TEN minutes after landing at Lochboisdale from the CalMac ferry which we had sailed on from Oban, we saw our first golden eagle I'd have been satisfied if the only sight we had of the magnificent birds was as dots, soaring on the thermals above Ben Hecla or some of the other high points on South Uist I certainly didn't expect to see one keeping pace with the car as we drove to our host's cottage.
I'VE FINISHED reading, for the third time, a delightful book called €œFlower of the Flax €, written by JB Salmond The story starts some time around 1830 and is clearly based in Angus for it is woven round the development of the linen industry for which the county was once notable.
THE DAWN chorus woke me shortly after 5am My first reaction was – €œWhat a racket €, but when the sun has already risen it's silly to stay in bed, so I rose too and got dressed and went out to taste the morning.