Silent Night

I wish! At the risk of sounding like a whinging Bill Oddie, I'd say that there's not much silent about the nights here in the glen at the moment.

First there's the screeching of the owls as they come out to hunt at night. They obviously think its a good idea to sit on trees at opposite ends of the garden and have a screeching conversation till the small hours!

Then there's these fellas. The rut must be on given the barks echoing across the lower glen in the twilight hours. And to top it all, the local pine marten now thinks its funny to come round during the night and leave a poo on the doorstep.

And if Bill Oddie turns up then that really will be the last straw. Kate Humble on the other hand is more than welcome...

P.S. Thanks to Alex at Lochaber Light for continued use of the photos. He has a fantastic collection.