A feeding frenzy of young swallows was one of the most impressive dramas of our stay on the South West coast of Scotland last month. The young birds were fledging and the aerobatics the parents performed to catch insects in flight for their offspring was utterly amazing. Time and time again they would wheel and dive and change direction so abruptly you would think they would leave their brains behind, let alone their stomachs.
These aerobatics went on for a day or two and then the young ones took to the sky and there was even more drama as their parents fed them on the wing and started teaching them some of the manoeuvres they would need in the future.
The birds we enjoyed watching most regularly were the blue tits, thrushes, gold finches, chaffinches and sparrows, but we saw many more than that. So add to the list herons, shell duck, curlews, oystercatchers, swans, red kites, and many, many more.
The flora and fauna, the whole natural environment, both on the shore and inland is the best thing about our visits to Scotland. I must remind myself that it is also the best thing about where we live and that we have very easy access to it all – but we are not quite so much in the midst of it all as we are when in Scotland.