We did not plan to look for wildlife on our journey either, but we captured a few creatures nonetheless.

 

A Hawk in Galloway - Hawks were the birds most often seen in Galloway.  What we heard on the moor on Craigmoddie Fell, however, was the lonely sound of cuckoos.

 

 

A European Robin on Skye - On the Isle of Skye, John barely caught this little red-breasted creature on film as it was taking flight.  Later, in an exchange of e-mails, Ayrshire birdwatcher Kevin Waite told us this interesting bit of trivia ~ Since "Mary Poppins" was written by an English author and set in London, the robin to which Mary sang was not America's plump, red-breasted herald of spring but its smaller, more European cousin.  We'll understand if Brits who've watched the movie are a bit put off by Hollywood's miscasting of the role of this feathered friend.

 

An Oystercatcher at Loch Lomond - On the last day of our journey, as we bid adieu to Loch Lomond and returned to our car, this Eurasian Oystercatcher bid adieu to us from the parking lot.

 

 

        Pheasant in Dumfriesshire

John would love to get this close to a pheasant during hunting season in Pennsylvania. They strolled the grounds freely at one of our bed and breakfasts.

 

 

Blackbirds in Dundonald Castle

 

When we told one of  the guides at Dundonald Castle that we once lived in Baltimore, Maryland, he told us the castle also has a connection to that city.  Edgar Allen Poe lived, died and was buried in Baltimore; however, his stepfather was from the village of Dundonald, Scotland.  Consequently, Poe once visited Dundonald and spent time at the castle.  His experience there is believed to have helped inspire perhaps his most famous poem, "The Raven."  Indeed, as we walked through the castle ruins, several large black birds swooped down between the roofless walls, flew about, and perched on the grate in one of the windows.

 

 

Hielan' Coos

That's Highland cows to you.  On the right is a full-grown version of the calf that peered at us over the stone wall.  Then, of course, there were sheep aplenty.  Those following are our three best takes.  My personal favorite is the little lamb that had no more sense than to sleep right on the road on our way to Loch Lomond.  It is no wonder the Bible refers to people as sheep.

 

 

   
A Ewe and Lamb   
by the Cardross Road

Lambs at Craigadam

      

    Little Lamb Lying

on the Cardross Road 

 

 

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