Home last night to a freshening northerly wind, and back to the usual croft-related chores. The ponies had to be moved to a new field, and there were Large White eggs to be squished on the cabbages. But first, there were dogs to be walked, and that meant I was walking down the drive when Fly flushed a flock of some 20 Crossbills from the field beside me. Result. A mixture of red males and green females, they swirled away calling towards the plantation. By the time I’d walked down there, only a half dozen could be seen on the outside of the conifers, and even they were working their way into the heart of the vegetation. Time to roost.
Other news – I have a new blog in the blogroll opposite for your love and enjoyment – it’s Counting Coots, and it’s patch birding at it’s very purest. It’s dry as hell, and makes me laugh. Particularly the photo captions, which are a complete joy.