Sunday, 12 December 2010
Another Sunday along Port Charlotte shore
It was another unbelievable day here on Islay - not exactly what we would expect in December, but as the boys were saying as we came back on the bikes this morning, the truth is there is never really any pattern to the weather here - no one year or season is ever like the previous one. You simply never know what is going to happen next.
Anyway, we hardly saw a cloud all day following a heavy frost the night before. A pair of Bullfinches were an unusual sighting at Lorgba as I went up to feed the chickens, their low nasal whistles drawing attention to themselves before flying off, happily in a big circle, coming back to land in the trees that Jimmy has planted on the croft.
It was quiet on the birding front as we pedalled round the loch and up to Avonvoggie. I had a quick peek up into the pines to see if I could get a glimpse of the Crossbills, but no luck. A Buzzard or two flapped away from us, and the odd Raven honked, but there is an eerie quiet about the place.
Back at Debbies we were able to watch divers fishing through the window of the shop as we imbibed the caffeine accorded to the righteous.