Having coffee by the trig point, heard some ravens and went to look over the steep side. Below a hen harrier took off, curved and headed off over the moor. Blurry photo, clear memory.
Tag: bird
As we got to the top of the hill a golden eagle came from behind it at about our height. It soared, folded its wings and dived. Another appeared and they crossed the glen soaring and diving all the way. To entranced to lift my camera.