The Black Sheep

Walking down to the shop - or, rather, being blown down to the shop - this morning, we noticed this character in the garden of one of Steading Holidays' letting houses. Not content with the rather inferior grass which he was obliged to share with about twenty other sheep in a neighbouring field, he'd managed to break out, feeding instead on lush lawn grass. This house - which happens to be the house we stayed in when we first discovered Kilchoan - is undergoing alterations ready for the new season.

On the way home, with a sharp shower stinging our faces, we spotted another hen harrier, a male this time in his very smart black and off-white plumage, working his way along Ormsaigbeg's lower fields. The female we noticed a few days ago was worth mentioning in the Diary, to have seen what might be her mate is very encouraging: perhaps we'll see them in permanent residence.