Beneath the shadow of Beinn Eighe, where the river Coulin empties itself into the loch . . .
. . . water carves its way through land.
Highland cattle and Highland ponies graze and drink at the water’s edge . . .
. . .while, under their feet, the sand martins have made a home in the steep strip of sand between the grass and gravel.
Each year they fly from the Sahara to Scotland. . .
. . . carefully repair their sandy colonies . . .
. . . furnish their nests . . .
. . . and raise their young.
Feeding on the wing, they zip about . . .
. . . squabbling, chit-chattering.
This small, sociable, resourceful bird . . .
the sound of a Highland spring.
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