A metaphorical photo. Life through an alcoholic tangle!
Needless to say not much birding has been done, attempted or even contemplated. But this lack luster ornithological shizniz has departed by brain, along with the cocktail of alcohol, monster food and their nasty metabolites meaning I am 'back in the game' as they say somewhere I'm sure.
See how red they are?! See their crossed bills?!
After disgusting Atlantic dominated wind and rain for pretty much the whole festive period (obviously with Rose-breasted sweetener) we are currently experiencing a much needed settled patch with temperatures constantly in double figures making anything outside rather pleasant what what.
Flat seas enabled good ogling conditions
With this is mind, and my impending start of some flower picking tomorrow I thought I'd get out to the east of Marys. And I tell you it was bloody lovely out there, a pair of courting Grey Wags brought an amorous feel to proceedings while two flyover Crossbill had me wondering if they were being employed by the feds to follow me.
Great Northern Diver and bouy.
Stupidly I didn't bring my scope, so casual scanning of the Scillonian seascape brought some nuggy rewards. A feeding party of Harbour Porpoise off Pelistry had my reminiscing of the Farne Islands and our cetacean watches. But back to birds. Those gay sharks are cool but I'm not able to sufficiently communicate their emotional impact through words, even with my words. So. Further round saw 4 Great Northern Diver feeding pretty close inshore so I did the pensive sitting watching appreciating thing for abit and saw the resident Black-throated Diver in the process. Cheeky white bumspot, which I believe is the technical term, along with smaller size, structural and other plumage differences which I wont bore you with here all allowed me to grill and enjoy this Arctic waif.
Crappy photos? Yep. Long range!
Great Northern Diver being big.