It was a muggy warm evening, perfect for flying ants. There were black-headed gulls everywhere joining the swallows and house martins for the feast over Crail – there were even a couple of swifts tempted from their migration to spend an hour or two with us again.
Look out for newly fledged juvenile gannets sitting on the rocky shore as they find their bearings and get used to fending for themselves. They always look a bit inept and helpless but it’s just a teenage thing – they will eventually move on and try their luck in the big wide world, although it will take them a couple of years to lose their spots.
A newly fledged gannet wondering where lunch has got to
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