Its been a dreadful day here today, it has been blowing a blizzard for most of the day, the snow has not stayed any time on the road but it is lying in the garden. So all in all a horrible cold day. We have been busy or at least Stuart has with the decorating of the bathroom and phoning the plumber for bits and pieces that needed fixing, don't want to start ranting about that again after last week. My bruising is doing away well and has started to turn yellow so it makes a change.
Yesterday we decided to have a trip up to Loch Garten, the home of the Ospreys that I talk about in the summer, no Ospreys just now they are packing their suitcases to get ready to migrate from their winter holidays in The Gambia and should be with us at the end of this month. All was quiet at the reserve yesterday but we did have a walk up to the feeders and saw all the usual birds you expect Blue Tit, Great Tit, Coal Tit, Chaffinch, Greenfinch and don't forget the Robin. The were ever so many Squirrels and I managed to catch the photograph below of the one and am very pleased with the result as they don't sit still very long.
As you can see from the photograph below it was a driech day over the mountains and it was very cold. We had heard of a special bird that was wintering up that way but there was no signs of it and we just about froze to death looking for it maybe another day when it is not so windy.
This next picture is not upside down it is a reflection in a little pond with the raindrops.
I just loved all the different colours of Lichen and grasses in this next photo it was so pretty on the moorland and brightened it up with its lovely colours.
It was a long day and we were tired when we got back, we were away over 12 hours, on such a cold day it does make you tired, we had all sorts of weather wind very heavy rain and the sun did try, all be it unsuccessfully but we did enjoy seeing the highlands with her winter coat on. Think thats about it for today hope you enjoyed the photographs so till next time. Love,
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