from: "Skye The Island and Its Legends" by Otta Swire.
In reading this beautiful description, in this fascinating book about Skye, I found out this interesting fact about another of my favourite birds. They are pretty common I think in the south west, as well as up here, but I have never seen them in such numbers as I did at Broadford. Such noisy and comical birds, colourful and full of character. I love the bright orange of their beaks, their pinkish legs and the contrast with the stylish black and white of their feathers. I suppose if they serve a saint, they should be pretty smart!
These two were having a very vigorous bath.
In this group one of the birds was hopping like he only had one leg, or one was injured.
I wonder what the collective name for oyster catchers is.
Nothing is a mystery these days-just looked it up here-it is a 'parcel' of oyster catchers.