Since I found out that there were long tailed ducks at our local beach, I have wanted to see them for myself.
So, yesterday, armed with my camera, after checking the girls, I went to look for long tailed ducks or Clangula hyemalis as they are known to their posh friends.
Please excuse the quality of the photos – they were a way off in the distance.
Long tailed ducks are a total delight. I was entranced and have now given them the honour of being on my Top Ten bird list.
They also quack when they’re flying which was very good value. A proper duck. None of this silent Muscovy judgement!
The light was going fast but I was pleased I had seen the ducks and I also had the beach to myself too, which is always good. I get very territorial about “sharing” an empty beach.
Feeling very pleased with my photographic achievement, I drove home with the car window open in case I could see a rather pudgy winter-coated Mountain hare in the scattald (hill). Like Monster, they rather stick out this time of year.
This is where the hare sits most afternoons. I think it is the front door to his “nest”. Apparently they don’t burrow.
A rare glimpse of Fair Isle on the way back (about 45 miles away). It was very clear and we don’t see the island very often.
Happy little sheeple faces greeted me when I got home (Madge is behind, biding her time before her biscuit begging!)