A million miles away from their sun-kissed desert brethren of the last post, these Northern Wheatears were a pleasure to be surrounded (and buzzed) by on a cold, windswept hillside in the Yorkshire Dales yesterday morning while we were continued our surveying in the Nidderdale area. There are lots of noisy, unruly young on the slopes, and their curiosity often gets the better of them before being shepherded away by their parents...
