Pipit

Looking out of the hide at Fishnish with a long lens in the breaks between the driving rain,  it was possible to pick out a few tiny little birds amongst the rocks.

I think they are Meadow Pipits and have been a good proportion of this evening trying to determine if they actually were Rock Pipits as they were on the shoreline rocks. 

I caught the earlier than planned ferry as I saw no point in lingering in the rain and just wanted to get to Mull where I could as least check in if the worst came to the worst. Thankfully the grey low lying clouds cleared for a time and it was just beautiful even for a short while.