Fifty years ago today I was halfway through a 3-week stint as a volunteer warden for the RSPB’s Operation Osprey at Loch Garten.
A squirrel came down from the shutters into the hide and ran off with an entire Rich Abernethy biscuit.
The female osprey seemed considering an extension to the nest . . .
- Because the young are growing and knock her out of the nest every time they exercize
- the nest slipped over the other day.
WEDNESDAY 1st of AUGUST
Up Cairngorm with Linda & Bill . . . by chairlift to the middle station: the top section was closed because of high winds. Just beyond the Ptarmigan Restaurant a noise like a motor starting or one of the snow fences creaking in a the wind . . . a ptarmigan, no 3, no 10 . . . we walked towards them when they started moving we counted thirty but when they were still their plumage looked like granite only the white wings showed. Cairngorm had his head in the clouds. We turned back down.