A morning stroll towards the Point of Sleat was a joy in so many way.
From leaving the house until our return there was a constant chorus of song as warmer days brought out the amorous side of the various small birds that flit across the heather or perch high in the birch to cast their calls further.
However nearing the Point of Sleat the rhythmical beat of a distance sea eagles wings could be seen in silhouette. It was soon quite close by, then a quick spin to check out the camera and its journey transiting in land continued. A beautiful bird in flight with an effortless grace when soaring.