There’s a Rock Pipit on the cliffs on Westray:
It’s incredibly well camouflaged visually:
I say visually, because it just won’t be quiet and keeps drawing attention to itself with insistent ‘peep-peep’ing.
It’s loud and it’s insistent.
This one has caught a mouthful of invertebrates for its hungry chicks:
They are still wriggling:
A full mouth doesn’t stop it from calling, though.
I’ll still be hearing it in my dreams tonight.