John Muir Walkway, Musselburgh
Skylarks sing from the clouds. Pussy willow catkins, losing their fluffiness, are becoming yellow with pollen, a bright contrast to the mostly mist-subdued colours. Winter browned grass. Grey sea.
A chaffinch sings. I love the fact that chaffinches have dialects depending on where they live. This one though, seems to have a dialect all of its own. It sings quite distinctly 'Scooby Doo' at the end of every phrase.
I enjoy the quieteness here, very few people around most times. Today though in one of the hides:
the birdwatching group waits
for a rarity.
I don't know what the rarity was. I love seeing the variety of birds here, there's always something different even on the days when I don't see a rarity.
Today the most notable find though is a large number of pellets, produced by birds of prey that have been deposited on the sea walls. I've rarely seen these pellets here, and never in such number.
RSPB's helpful guide to bird of prey pellets, I work out that these are probably from kestrels or short eared owls.
Short eared owls are rare, daytime hunting owls, but are seen
frequently round here. I had a very close encounter with one a few
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