Posted by: brigid benson | December 5, 2017

Wild Swans

Even on driechest days in the northwest highlands, there is magic.

Driech, among Scotland’s favourite words and meaning exactly what Scottish weather is supposed to do on still and grey and drizzly and rather weirdly  dankly magical days!

Pronounced like Greek!

On this particularly magnificent driech day, I encountered four wild swans, perhaps Whoopers, perhaps Bewicks. I am no expert!

The hill rang out to their call and wingbeat and I felt blessed to have chanced upon  these beautiful migrant visitors.

Here’s my mini movie of the moments, just 21 seconds long!

 

 


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