A few posts ago I promised to bore you with my bird ring big fish story once I found the photos. So here we go.
My most impressive ever bird ring find was in the mid 1980s. Wandering along a Hebridean beach, I saw the tip of a brown feather sticking out of a bank of seaweed. It looked at first like a juvenile gull but, as ever, I went to dig it out and check what it was. A major expletive ensued when I pulled on it and out from the seaweed appeared an immense hooky beak and a huge taloned foot.
There had been just the two of us on the whole beach so I nearly jumped out of my skin when a deep voice from nowhere growled, 'What have you got there? I looked up to see a huge dodgy-looking bloke with a spade held against his shoulder like a rifle. Now this was at a time when there was a battle going on between farmers and conservationists about eagles and their impact on sheep farming. There were strong suspicions that eagles were being systematically poisoned or shot on certain estates. So, my brain worked it out faster than the blink of an eagle's eye. Having shot the bird, buried it in the seaweed and been rumbled, he was now planning to bludgeon me to death with the spade and bury me in the seaweed too.
|The remnants of no.62|