Fledgling Rock Pipit
I’m climbing down the shallow cliffs to the sea to take photographs of Puffins in flight when I hear the usual pipping of a Rock Pipit. This time, though, it’s more urgent and insistent than I’m used to. Something must be going on to disturb them. It’s then that I realise that it’s me that’s ‘going on’. There’s a newly fledged bird on the rocks. It’s just fluttered onto a cliff with the weakest, most feeble flight I’ve seen in a long time, and is now clinging there, desperate to remain undiscovered. It’s pretty good camouflage, isn’t it?
![Rock Pipit - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)](https://www.thehallofeinar.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/Rock-Pipit-The-Hall-of-Einar-2-725x484.jpg)
As the adult pips and hops about I continue my climb down, so I don’t disturb them.
![Rock Pipit - The Hall of Einar - photograph (c) David Bailey (not the)](https://www.thehallofeinar.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/08/Rock-Pipit-The-Hall-of-Einar--725x408.jpg)
I wish their lovely little family luck as I go.