Next day, a blissfully calm and sunny morning. I found him directly, although he was not singing. This time, the light shone full on him. He perched in a hawthorn, flitted to the topmost branch of a holly. And his mate was close by, using the same high point. I think stonechat no longer thrive here because we are too many, too many walkers and dogs. In the Outer Hebrides it’s easy to come much closer to stonechat. Here, they’re more wary.
Stonechat nest low in gorse or tussock, states my Collins Bird Guide. Eager to see them thrive, I take care not to disturb them, keep my distance and move quickly on.