There’s a Rock Pipit on the rocks. They occasionally go in the meadows here too, which is confusing, since the Meadow Pipits also go on the rocks.
It’s a very wary adult, perched on the cliffs:
Here on Westray, Rock Pipits are known as Banks Spurros.
I can see the fledgeling too. It’s still got a soft gape to its beak, with remnants of the bright ‘feed me’ signal.
Then I see the other adult, food in its beak, ready to feed its child:
I’m focussing on it, thinking how great it would be to get a photograph of the adult feeding the juvenile, when it flies off. I turn around and it’s already fed the juvenile and both have flown.
Which just goes to show; always watch the baby.