A painful Achilles tendon had scuppered any chance of walking Cairngorm this year but I was determined to have a minor wander on the lower slopes with hopes of a Ring Ouzel or two? This male was busy feeding on a grassy slope and kept me occupied for a while, trying to capture what he was eating?
Sit quiet and her he comes...
Sprinting after an 'unseen' small insect!
Gotcha!
Then a pretty one sided tug of war with a worm!
Hmm, this saves catching another 50 of those flies?
Safely down the hatch...
The Ptarmigan can wait another year...
