George had told me that there were around 130 Whooper swans on Loch Skerrols yesterday - so I had pedalled over on a perfect afternoon to take a look. It really was a very dramatic sight - and one which I could not even begin to capture on camera. Skerrols was alive with wildfowl - hundreds of Widgeon and a scattering of other duck, flocks of Greylag geese and a backdrop of Greenland White-fronts feeding on the fields surrounding Octovullin. We get a good passage of Whoopers ever autumn, but they do not usually hang around in these kind of numbers for very long before moving off to Ireland which is their winter destination. There were good numbers of juvenile birds with them - and they all seemed to be mingling very happily with the resident parties of Mutes...
Carl
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