On the Cliff

St. Abbs Head is a beautiful, colourful place.



And I think I was a bit destructed by its too many colours on the painting above.



So back to limited colour palette...



I felt that there were fewer guillemots this year on the cliff.  But it seemed to be because youngs had already fledged and they were out on the sea.  I spotted several chicks, very cute ones!  



There was a kestrel's nest with four healthy youngsters, too.  It was really interesting to watch them.  When a parent brought food, some sort of a mouse or a young tit, chicks fought each other to get it.  Then one who manages to grab it tends to move away and eat it with its back to others, hiding the food with its wings.



Fulmar.