Oooh, look, a duck...
The Scottish Holiday.
We've just come "off the
mountain" after a successful Eagle-Spotting-Twitcher-Annoying
expedition...
Chapter Eight:
A short drive later we ended up in a
nice pub in Machrihanish on the west coast. Nice pub, nice food, shame about the
beer, oh well.
Suitably refreshed, we headed around the
bay and got to a point on the road that quite clearly said "nothing
interesting from here". I spun the Colt POS around and immediately my wife
exclaimed "Stop, stop, stop!" She grabbed the camera, leapt out of
the car and started clicking madly at the sea to her right.
I parked, got out, wandered over and
stood next to a couple, both of whom had binoculars and were smiling knowingly.
They were looking left.
"What are you doing?" I asked
my wife.
"I'm taking pictures of those
ducks. They've got a load of babies with them!"
Ducks & Babies |
"Ah. So. You're not interested in
those 11 seals over to the left then?"
"Crikey, I though they were rocks!
Aren't they well camouflaged?"
Camouflaged Not-Ducks |
I have a photo of my wife with the
biggest smile ever.
Not-a-duck |
We got back to the castle and recounted
our day to our friends.
"We went past St Columba's
Footprints saw nothing but rocks, went up a mountain, spotted an eagle, annoyed
a twitcher and then went on and saw 11 seals! What about you?"
"Not bad, here are my pictures of
all the seals at St Columba's Footprints. Don't they look just like
rocks...?"
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