As we approach the end of meteorological winter, I’ve been exploring my local patch ahead of my Tuesday departure for Spain. Yesterday's wander along the River Don upstream from Kemnay Bridge was a real highlight; the atmosphere and the activity of the wildlife provided undeniable evidence that spring is finally on the horizon.
The Soundtrack of the Lagoon
I always know the seasons are shifting when I hear the unmistakable chattering of Oystercatchers. Hearing them in the distance as I began my walk was my first signal that birds are making their way back from their coastal winter quarters.
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| A small group of many Oystercatchers seen today - Taken using my old Canon SX50 |
| Kemnay Lagoon looking north with Fetternear Woodlands in the background - iPhone 16 |
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| A large group of Curlews in flight - Taken using my old Canon SX50 |
Further into the marshland—usually a prime spot for Common Snipe and the occasional Jack Snipe—I flushed several birds. All were Common Snipe today, but seeing them at any time is always a treat.
An Unexpected Mountain Connection
The nearby fields were covered with Common Gulls and Herring Gulls grazing peacefully. It’s always a bit of a mental leap to remember that these Common Gulls will soon swap these local fields for the high ground of the Cairngorms to breed. Gulls nesting in the mountains sounds like a contradiction, but there it is!
Looking south over toward the fields at nearby Monymusk, I spotted at least forty Whooper Swans. They are a staple of the area, but after they were notably scarce last year, seeing them back in force was a personal highlight of the day.
Today’s Sightings at a Glance:
Oystercatchers: Numerous (arriving back from the coast).
Curlew: A flock of some forty - always a sign of spring here.
Common Snipe: Several spotted in the marshland.
Whooper Swans: 40+ near Monymusk.
Pink-footed Geese: Several skeins passing noisily overhead.
Skylarks: A constant companion.
Mistle Thrush: One singing in the treetops to end the walk.
As I made my way back downstream, the sound of a Mistle Thrush singing from nearby woodland felt like the perfect punctuation mark for the day. Winter isn't quite gone, but it’s definitely packing its bags.

