Some pics are up

If you flick over to photos you can see what I have put up already. About half way through I think.


Bridgie and Isla are both home again. Isla put herself on the float while I was still tying up Bridgie. Smart tart, she is, but rather have that than something with a 'nuh' attitude... Picked them up today, so now back on the daily water carting ritual.

Back to the trip. Glenda and I stayed in Dufftown for the Keith festival. Dufftown is approx 10 miles away from Keith and part of the road runs through some 'woods'. On the first trip to Keith there was some road kill on the road in the woods. I said to Glenda that I thought that it was/had been a badger but without actually stopping and closely investigating (and that would not have been wise as I would have had a chance of also ending up as road kill) it was just a 'guess'.

Anyway that night as Glenda drove home (well after midnight I might add) low and behold a badger ran across the road in front of us, not far from his flattened friend. That really excited the both of us, to see a badger (live).

We nearly went into paroxysms of delight when suddenly there were two more badgers crossing the road in front of us. They run sort of like possums, but more smoothly, and of course are much bigger than pesky possums. That sighting confirmed the provenance of the furry patch of tar seal the next day, as the facial stripes showed up quite clearly. Glenda wanted to see squirrels but that didn't happen.

I saw two foxes round Edinburgh. One was dead on the side of the road and the other ran across the road not far from one of the big round-a-bouts where the by-passes all pass each other. The mobile one was surprisingly big; suspect that it was a dog-fox.
While I was in Edinburgh a fox went into one of the banks. Cause quite a commotion, as you can understand. Of course the problem is the automatic doors opened for the fox which was probably looking for food, and it marched straight into the bank. There are whole colonies of urban foxes now. You get stories about (sadly usually misguided, middle aged women) feeding the foxes. Trouble is you feed one and 6 move in. They can get quite aggressive evidently, to the point of banging on the back doors of the houses where 'their' food comes from.

To continue the bank story, 'they' (whoever 'they' may be) closed the bank as in no business, and then over rode the auto doors to keep them open and proceeded to try and 'coax' the fox out with food. I know what I would have been tempted to do, but that would have been so frowned upon....

In Inverness there was a market on the Friday. One of the stalls was fundraiser for 'birds of prey rescue'. They had two big barn owls (I think that this is what they were - definitely owls) sitting on perches. Glenda took pics of them so I will see whether I can get copies of the pics to put up, when she gets home.

Enough of a ramble, will write more as I remember it.