Call Taggarrrt! Therrre’s been a murrrderrr.
Shortly after catching the murderer in the act and putting the phone call in to Maryhill Police Station, the murderer disappears into the deep, dark forest, taking the body with her.
Taggart arrived swiftly and expertly starts the investigation of the little evidence that is left behind on our lawn.
Taggart confirmed in a press conference this afternoon that a female pheasant, positively identified by its distinct down feathers, has been brutally murdered by a yet to be identified hungry female goshawk.
While having our usual coffee and reading a book at the harbour side at the Nireas Hotel in the morning, a cormorant appeared. Wonderful to watch it swimming back and forward while catching plenty of fish in the harbour.
While walking back home from the Glasgow Mela in Kelvingrove Park to Dowanhill, we spotted this urban grey hero fishing in the shallow waters in the park, completely unperturbed by the hustle and bustle of the festival.
I simply sat down on the beech in Tulum with my camera and watched the sanderlings wander along the shoreline searching for crustaceans. Amazing how these lovely little birds were completely unperturbed, not just with passing very closely by me, but also with the noisy flocks of tourists on the beech.