I’m flushing Wheaters with every walk and drive on Westray. There isn’t a path or a road which doesn’t have a wary bird on it, ready to fly just far enough away so that it will have to repeat the whole rigmarole again in a few seconds time.
They are so tricky to get close to:
I’ve had fun watching an adult feeding its chick in a nest in a 5,000 year old house here. I didn’t want to get close to it though. Hungry chicks shouldn’t have their dinner delayed.
I tried getting close to one last year, and almost succeeded with a fluffy juvenile:
And a little bit closer:
And closer still:
This year? Still as far away as ever.
Maybe next year?