The morning dawned bright and sunny, a far cry from the weather of the day before. I spotted several Greylag Geese and a male Red-breasted Merganser swimming in the calm bay below. Behind the house, a Red Deer hind was grazing on the ridge of the hill.
Garmony Point - Fishnish circular
|View across to Lochaline|
|A Robin in fine song|
Grey Herons were frequently spotted. We came across one standing ahead of us on the forestry track, as another flew off. The track Heron flew up to a nearby conifer and attempted to balance atop the spindly branches, a most unnatural looking pose! The noise coming from the heronry hidden among the trees had a prehistoric tone to it, Jurassic Park sprung to mind! Eerie, but fascinating to listen to, shrieks and growls emanating from the depths.
|Grey Heron undertaking a tricky balancing act|
|Raptors (and Hoodie) glide above in the new Fishnish hide|
|Great Black-backed Gull and Cormorant, with the 'Loch Fyne' heading into Fishnish|
|Above and below: Red-breasted Mergansers|
A boardwalk over boggy ground, oozed with frog spawn, some of which was drying up in the sunshine.
|Corbie, Labrador, leading the way|
Two Ravens cronking to each other came into view in the distance, and I watched them fly across. I lowered the binoculars, until out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the Ravens swoop down to the hillside, and disturbed something large that moved off. A Red Deer? Up came the binoculars once again, to discover that it was in fact a Golden Eagle that the Ravens were mobbing. Up flew the Eagle, soaring and trying to rid itself of its corvid companions. A heavy hail shower came on, and I lost sight of the Eagle. Once the hail had eased off, I retuned to the binoculars and caught a brief glimpse of the Eagle again as it drifted down and settled just below one of the snow patches.
|The distant Golden Eagle|
|The hail shower passes|
I watched a couple of Buzzards flying towards the hillside. Then things started to get exciting...
White-tailed Eagle spotted, first of the holiday! One wingtag on its wing, confirmed this was the female. She soared above the forest, then I watched as she turned and started to head towards my direction. Soon she was above the plantation next to us, and we watched as she flew past along the tree line, and out of sight. Relax... but not for long...
|The Eagle's white tail highlighted by the sun against a dark grey sky|
|Female White-tailed Eagle gives us a fly past|
|A few images, taken over a distance, of White-tailed Eagle versus Buzzard|
|Juvenile White-tailed Eagle|
Read more about my week on Mull:
Part One - Return to Eagle Island
Part Three - Weather Extremes
Part Four - coming soon
Part Five - coming soon
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