October 10th   Leave a comment

The sun is rising at a very convenient half past seven at the moment. But this morning the sunrise was hidden behind thin cloud at the horizon so the grey sea and sky was split by a band of pink. As I admired this, listening to the robins singing I heard another call. A deep mournful trumpeting. Whooper swans. A flock of ten were flying along the shore at house height, arriving at the Forth probably after an overnight flight from Iceland. The pure white of the swans caught the pink of the sky behind. A beautiful start to a day. There were flocks of pink-footed geese coming over and heading west all the rest of the day, more from Iceland. The pink-feet and the whoopers must feel such a great sense of coming home for the winter when they turn the corner at Fife Ness and head into the Forth at last.

Whooper swans

Whooper swans

Posted October 10, 2014 by wildcrail in Sightings

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