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23 January 2015
Up north again
Another week in southern Scotland; a few Pinkfeet on the way up, Goshawk and gawd knows how many Crossbills during the week, nothing too exciting though. Also a fair bit of mammal action, tracks everywhere. Managed to miss out on two Great Grey Shrikes, wrong times, wrong places.
Peering out across the arctic waste, behind me is a BMW, irretrievably bogged down in a whole two inches of snow. Useless. Piece. Of. Bavarian. Shite.