Dodging sharp showers and general cold, I have zigzagged down from Tomintoul to RSPB Kinnordy, pictured. Glen Isla provided a fly-past cuckoo and now the black-headed gull chorus is entertaining me while a pair of reed buntings flit to and from their nest. And it's dry! No dotterels yet: it was way too unpleasant up Glas Maol.
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