Late morning, and right on time the rain stopped. Later on I glanced out of the kitchen window to see a rather fat Fulmar glide past and just make it over the brow of the hill beside the War Grave cemetery. Thinking back on this, and I am sure that it was probably one of the young Fulmars fledging from the crag. In previous years, we have had the odd one stranded in the garden and also out in the fields, as once they "crash land" they are unable to fly off, and the most successful remedy was to catch them up and take them directly down to the sea!
James had a Great Skua fly past at Gruinart this evening, and a couple of Hen Harriers over the reserve earlier on, while there was a Peregrine over the saltings at the head of Loch Gruinart.