The most beautiful kind of winter’s day, with sunshine and frost, blue skies and colour everywhere. I went to Kinross and headed off round Loch Leven, to see what birds were around.
The views across the Loch were wonderful, but the light on the water made it hard to pick out detail on the birds.
The tiny black dots here were tufted duck. Most of the swans I saw were like white boulders in the water, feeding steadily. There were Goldeneye and Wigeon, and possibly Pochard. But the sun was too dazzling to look for long.
The moss was thick and beautiful in the woods.
There was also a rather nice lichen which might be Parmelia.
I watched a Jay for some time. And I was so pleased to see Pussy Willows full out, with this Heron:
I went as far as Loch Leven’s Larder where I had a peculiarly tasteless cheese scone which came with strawberry jam (an improvement). Then I had a look at the geese in a nearby field.
Greylag, I think.
Coming back, there were several Reed Buntings on fence wires and in the trees.
I was intrigued by this overgrown chapel, but didn’t stop to explore.
It turns out to be Orwell Kirk, which gave me a jolt when I thought it was the church of one of my botanist ministers, but he would have been based at the replacement church, built with stone from this old building.