After yesterdays epic journey we stayed local to the Spey Valley today. An April Waxwing to round off our Scottish break. A very confiding Waxwing. It looked in superb health so it took us a while to work out why it was so sociable … it was drunk! Well, I guess we are in Scotland, the home of ‘God’s water’. The bird was predominantly feeding from the ground on fallen berries that had fermented. On examination they were very sickly, sweet smelling … full of alcohol no doubt. The bird could still fly … but wasn’t really firing on all cylinders.
Letter From Norfolk 