A quick update re: this morning, and a lovely, sunny, peaceful session at Eyemouth, on the coast of the Scottish Borders. Regular readers will know it's my 'pit-stop patch' on the way up to and back from the Highlands, breaking up my journeys by overnighting there and using the evening and morning for birding and running.
It's an increasingly regular part of my calendar these days - especially with our
School of Birding going so well (see next post) - so I get to stay there a bunch of times a year, at various different seasons; late spring is unusual, though, so I enjoyed a wildflower-festooned, breeding seabird-dominated, hunting Peregrine-illuminated hike along the cliffs, enjoying lots of summer visitors along the way.
All good - and then as I was about to head back to the car (and York), I heard two Carrion Crows kicking up a fuss, looked up, and arriving in off the sea was a fabulous
Honey-buzzard....
... which flew straight for me, unconcerned, and right over my head, to the point where it was too low for the camera to photograph.
You make your own luck, of course, but it did occur to me it took god knows how many hundreds of hours vismigging at Filey to score five or six over the years I lived there; a tiny fraction of that was all it took at Eyemouth, however, and a classic case of right time, right place.
Looking at the national reports there's been a small arrival today, typically all being further south, and I think this is the only one reported north of the border so far. Thanks (yet) again, Eyemouth - see you in September when I'm back again.
