| Re: one single image ?
I'm not sure, if this is my number one, but it came to my mind first. Ever since I was a nipper, to see a Golden Eagle was at the top of my list. And I remember my first so vividly.
It was spring 1993 and I was staying in a cottage, near Iona, on Mull, on a university Geology field trip. One morning, I was gazing blankly out of the window, whilst munching on my cornflakes, when no more than twenty yards away and only about six feet off the ground a Golden Eagle, with a Buzzard right on its tail flew right in front of me. Of course this snapped me out of my daydreams like you couldn't possibly imagine. I legged it outside to watch them disappear over the nearby brow of a hill.
I've seen a few Golden Eagles since, but I think this remains my best sighting.
I know what you mean about Wheatears too. I always look forward to their return to the local hills in the Spring.
Regards, Chris |