Yup, it's the Perth Dipper again. We'd been into town and decided to walk back via the Dipper site. RCB got distracted trying to photograph Swallows, but in the end blipped a Black-headed Gull. We then noticed Mrs L waving at us and bobbing up and down - obviously her sign language for "come over here and see the Dipper". We did and fired off a few shots. It was feeding quite actively, spending quite a lot of time underwater before emerging onto a rock before diving under again.
As you can see, I got quite a nice shot of it, but to be honest, looking down onto a bird isn't going to produce a great shot, so when it flew upstream to a point where I could get down to water level I followed on. It had started raining and the way down was over slimy stones, I was careful, but not careful enough. My foot slipped, my duff knee went at an angle that it really didn't like, a few expletives were screamed and I ended up flat on my back with a rather painful knee and there was quite a clonk from the camera hitting the stones.
Mrs L was obviously concerned, probably not helped by me lying still for a bit waiting for the pain to subside, which it eventually did and I got back to my feet and climbed back up the bank. Poor Mrs L, she really looked worried and then I gave her a row for not keeping an eye on where the Dipper had flown off to. Poor lass.
A hobble home in the now quite heavy rain, an ibuprofen and a cup of coffee and all's fine now. Fired off a few shots on the camera and its fine too. All's well that ends well as they say except I never got my Dipper shot at water level, perhaps I could get Mrs L to do her Dipper impersonation again, or perhaps not.
We're off to Stoer tomorrow for a week's holiday stopping off a Loch Ruthven for a blipmeet with a lady who I hope has forgiven me for This!