You fly wi' the craws... get shot wi' the craws.

But, if you're a Buzzard, you just get chased wi' them. Never sure why the big birds with the scarily sharp pointy bits don't just turn around and lay into them, they certainly look like they could handle themselves. Instead, they just lazily swoop up and down and dodge the squawking crows as they dive in.

It was a shiny covering of snow that showed up on these munros (Stuc a'Chroin, Ben Vorlich) after the morning murk cleared. Thankfully the cold stuff stayed that few miles further north and sat there looking pretty instead of heading down and giving us another dusting.

We're definitely in a good spot for watching the winter inch towards us over here in our new campus.

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