Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Fly Like An Eagle

This is my last Scotland post. Well, for 2022 anyway. 

It's been over two months since we returned from the north of Britain with a ton of memories. Ancient civilizations. Famous bridges. Caves. Mysterious stone circles. Whisky. Boats of every kind. Haggis. Battlefields. Castles. A complete lack of monsters in Loch Ness. Shipbuilding along the Clyde. David Livingstone's birthplace. Sculptures of giant horseheads. COVID. Cranachan. Gannets. Puffins. Maybe some other stuff here and there. And yes, I had to sneak the COVID in there.

Now it's time to close the posts on this trip and start thinking about the next one. So here goes the last Scotland post for this trip.

We love watching wildlife on our trips either here at home or when we travel abroad and for sure we got some amazing looks at two of the top seabirds in the world in day trips to see puffins and gannets in our time in Scotland. But our agenda had one more bird trip on it: a quest to see some eagles in the wild off the Isle of Mull. We've had some incredible sightings of bald eagles in Alaska and fish eagles in Africa in the past. Now it was time to add some white-tailed eagles to our list.

The first white-tailed eagle we spotted. And the only one on land.

I never really considered myself much of a birder. Earlier in life I would have opted for four legged creatures over those with wings any day of the week. But getting out and about on our planet has made me appreciate birds in ways I couldn't have imagined. The tipping point may have been our trip to Kenya and Tanzania in 2018, but certainly watching things with feathers in New Zealand a year later and in our very own backyard while working at home for a while during a global pandemic certainly fueled that fire a good deal. Now I'm kind of hooked.

We've taken all sorts of trips looking for birds. Some have been in cars, some have been on foot and some have been in boats. The boat trips have either taken us out to some remote island or just to the middle of nowhere to find some true pelagic birds. Our eagle trip in Scotland also got us on the water, but it operated a little differently than any other bird trip we've ever taken.

Our past boat-based bird trips have been searching typically for masses of birds. Our day trips to Lunga or Bass Rock on this very Scotland trip searching for puffins or gannets are good examples of that sort of trip. On those two occasions, we headed for some nesting colonies, knowing the birds wouldn't be flying far from home with chicks needing to be taken care of.

We also attracted a good number of albatrosses on a boat ride out of Stewart Island on the very tip of New Zealand. Not nesting, but there in pretty large numbers and all after the chum that our boat was dumping into the ocean, evoking fishing boats discarding the unwanted (to humans) parts of fish that the mollymawks gladly gobbled down about as soon as the bits hit the water.

Our quest for eagles was different. Here we were on the water trying to get birds to come from the land to the boat. And not a lot of birds. Eagles are apex predators and those sorts of birds don't congregate together. Instead, they stay in pairs and occupy a lot of territory. No mass sightings here. Our looks would be very, very targeted. And possibly pretty isolated. We'd need to savor every chance we got.


White-tailed eagles on approach from afar and nearer.
So here's the drill with eagle-spotting off the Isle of Mull: sail on a boat northwards between the Isles of Mull and Ulva and tempt eagles out towards you and see what happens. Sailing, here, of course, does not mean unfurling sails and using wind power. It's all about the motor.

How do you tempt an eagle to pay you a visit out on the water in a boat? Well, with food, of course. What else? And because we'd done something similar off the coast of New Zealand with albatrosses, I figured our experience would be much like that. We'd dump a bunch of fish parts into the water and have some eagles come down and sit on the water around the boat and feed. 

It wasn't like that. It was completely different.

Our afternoon west of Mull started slowly. We spotted a white-tailed eagle on land and then one in the air on sort of a fly-by along the coast. Clearly not interested in our boat or anything else really out on the water. We didn't drop fish into the water. This was confusing. Wasn't this what we were supposed to do to attract these birds?

The first eagle on the wing that we saw. I know these birds all look pasted into a bird-less pic but that's not the case.

The first eagle we saw up close on our trip started from a long way away and yet it was obviously coming for us. It didn't cruise by the boat randomly or glide closely on some other errand to see what was going on. It made a beeline from its nest over a lot of water straight for our boat. It was purposeful and very, very deliberate and there was no fish in the water even. But it seemed to know what was coming. Whether it had been conditioned to associate our particular boat with food or whether this is a natural behavior, I can't say. But every eagle we saw up close that day did this exact same thing.

When it got close enough for us to see it clearly, our crew tossed a single fish in the water, which bobbed along the surface to be picked up. From here, the scene was intense. The eagle stopped flying and started floating, or so it seemed. No more flapping, just wings spread out intently, with every feather stretched out as far as it could be to support the bird hovering as much as possible. We could see the claws clutching and the eyes focused intently. And those gulls that had been trailing our boat for a while? No interest in that fish. Not with that eagle around. The power of that bird was palpable.

There's some irony here. Eagles, for all their apex-predator-ness, are not fishing birds. They are not ospreys or puffins or gannets or even gulls. They do not do well diving into or onto the water. In fact, they just don't do it at all. On the water, they are scavengers. Understanding this fact was a significant downgrade of my understanding of an eagle's hunting capability. Not that it made the look up close any less spectacular.



We got maybe four or five close fly-bys in our few hours on the water. That's not a lot. It's minutes. There was a ton of down time where we waited and watched nothing and waited some more. Sure, we saw some shags and some other birds out on the waves but nothing really super exciting. Until an eagle returned. We booked this trip because we wanted to see some eagles and see some we did. We got what we paid for.

We boarded knowing that we might see golden eagles or white-tailed eagles. We ended up with just the white-tailed, which based on its wingspan is one of the largest eagles in the world. It was amazing to see a bird like this up close the way this tour offered. I would have liked more approaches but I'm not really sure how I get another chance to do this kind of thing again. Definitely an afternoon well spent.

When I wrote about our trip to see gannets on Bass Rock near Edinburgh, I lamented my skill, or lack thereof, in shooting pictures of birds in flight. I feel the same way about my prowess photographing eagles as I do about gannets. I need more practice. But I almost got the perfect shot; my camera just moved down a bit at the critical moment. Maybe it was the water but it was most likely me. What I ended up with, though, is my favorite eagle picture of the trip (it's below). The water looks a little savage and the coloring is a bit dark (darker than I remembered or the other pictures I took show) but the bird is in perfect profile while departing the surface of the sea with a fish that our boat had tossed out for it just minutes before. I love this picture.


There is one other thing that this trip did for me: it emphasized the otherworldly beauty of the Isle of Mull. Of all the places we visited in Scotland over our two weeks, Mull was my favorite. We spent a total of just three nights there and in our time I think we covered about most of the island. Or at least most of the one-lane, two-way roads on the island, anyway.

From the time we sailed past the island on the CalMac Ferry; to driving along the shoreline to the multicolored village of Tobermory; to time out on the water looking for puffins and eagles; to walking to the lighthouse north of Tobermory; and everything in between. Mull was it. Eagles made Mull better but the ride home from the water gave us the most gorgeous views of the hills with beautiful blue sky and the fluffiest clouds projecting the softest shadows over the land.

I know that description sounds incredibly corny but it's completely true. The last picture I'm posting from this trip is an incredibly ordinary and amazing at the same time view from a boat ride back to the dock. Check out that landscape. I debated which picture I wanted to post of that return journey. Ultimately, I couldn't decide and elected to post two. Neither of these photos is the best I took on this trip, nor anywhere close to the best I've ever taken. But I love them more than most.

I'm hoping where we go next is as gorgeous as Mull.




How We Did It

There are a number of eagle-watching activities on the Isle of Mull. We looked into a few of options before settling on Mull Charters. The tour we took was a 12 person tour but they do offer smaller excursions which are understandably slightly more pricey for photography enthusiasts. I'm perfectly happy with the decision we made. We got some amazing looks and learned something really in depth about a new bird we hadn't seen in the wild before. 

We made our reservation with Mull Charters via phone (I don't think there is any other way...) and we had to call the day before to confirm the departure time in the event of weather but it worked. The boat leaves from the dock next to the Ulva Ferry on Mull. Other than the sign for Mull Charters, there is really nothing to let you know that you are in the right place. Stay calm and wait. They will show up on time. I'm generally not too good with those types of situations but it worked out just fine, as these situations always tend to do. I'd highly recommend spending a couple of hours with Martin on the boat. We loved it.


Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict

There is a town in Scotland, about two thirds of the way between Aberdeen and Dundee, named Aberlemno. In many respects to the casual passerby or passer through (that would be me, in this case), Aberlemno is no different than many other Scottish towns and villages out there. There are fields used for farming as far as the eye can see. The roads are seemingly all too narrow and are edged with earthen berms topped by low stone walls. Maybe there are some sheep here and there. And there is an astonishing lack of actual buildings around for people to live in, although there always seems to be a parish church of some type somewhere around.

We drove through Aberlemno on a Tuesday afternoon in June. Our passing through there was no accident. In fact, it was quite deliberate. Because, really, as much as Aberlemno might resemble a lot of other Scottish towns, in one respect it is actually quite remarkably different: if you drive to the right spots in Aberlemno, you will find some carved stones standing by the side of a road or in a churchyard which have been there for more than 1,200 years. That, to us, seemed like a good reason to visit on a Tuesday afternoon, especially since we happened to be traveling from Aberdeen to Edinburgh (and past Dundee) on that very same day anyway.

The four stones in Aberlemno that we made our way deliberately to visit were carved by a group of people called the Picts between (and I guess this is estimated) 500 and 800 C.E. They weren't the only stones carved by these people found there. There were at least two others, one of which was lost (I don't know how you lose a piece of stone taller than a person...) and one of which was relocated to a museum in Dundee. They are still looking for others.

Our planned stop in Aberlemno made me wonder...who were the Picts and what else is out there in Scotland that might have been left behind by these people? Turns out there's actually quite a bit of mystery surrounding the Picts. And they sure did leave a lot of stuff behind.

Detail, top back side of the Roadside Cross, Aberlemno.

If you had asked me before our trip to Scotland this year to sum up the last say couple of thousand years in that corner of the planet, I'm not really sure how good a job I could have done. I could probably have spit out something about Hadrian's Wall in the second century C.E. and probably could have thrown out names like Robert the Bruce and William Wallace before boldly claiming that Scottish resistance to English rule was brutally squashed at the Battle of Culloden. Beyond that? Railways and bridges and ships, maybe? Industrial revolution and all that stuff?

But the details and the timing of all that? Maybe not so clear. I might not even have been close to within a hundred years or so.

Now if you had really pushed me for some more details on this history stuff, I might have used words like Picts and paganism and Celts and Gaels and I might have intertwined and interrelated all these concepts. But honestly, I just wouldn't have had the faintest real clue. So faced with a town like Aberlemno where there was a real opportunity to fill in some giant gaps in my understanding of Scottish history...well, I was all in! I needed to know about these Picts. And I guess the Gaels and Celts too if they happened to be in the story.

Maclean's Cross, Iona.

So first of all, the Picts were not what they called themselves. Apparently, the name was what the Romans called the people living in the north of what is now Britain. You know, the part of the island that Rome could claim they conquered but then couldn't hold on to. The Picts (or whoever they really were) weren't much help here with their own name or names. They had a tendency to not write stuff down so whatever they were called as well as what they did or built and how they lived is all pretty much lost to history.

And there were Celts and Gaels in the mix here who may or may not have been the same people as the Picts. The Celts were a peoples who were living in the British Isles before anyone who kept any sort of history at all was around that part of the world. The Celts were just there in Britain at some point when other groups (like the Romans and the Vikings and the Normans) started showing up and trying to take over. The Gaels were from Ireland, but they definitely had a presence in Scotland, particularly on the west coast near...well...Ireland. Big surprise there. So yes...Picts, Celts and Gaels...all in Scotland at some point. But let's stick with the Picts for this post.

For some reason, and I know it's my own personal cultural bias in operation here, I assumed that the Picts north of The Wall (of Hadrian) were all pagans. Which is totally true. Long ago, before history was written down in northern Britain, the people living there worshipped nature and maybe gods long forgotten. There were certainly offerings and sacrifices (not saying human, necessarily) for things like good harvests, and they built rings of stones and other temple-like places to seemingly relate to things like the solstices.

At some point, paganism started to fade and Christianity made its way to the Picts. Not likely through written books translated into English or Olde English or any other sort of written language. Likely there were monks or missionaries or priests or saints (or whatever) that started to reach the people in the north and talk about Christ and the gospels and all that. Eventually, stuff began to stick.


Two of the stones at Aberlemno. The Serpent Stone (top) and the Roadside Cross (bottom).
In Aberlemno, you can see hints of all of this transition between religions and much more.

As you drive into town, there are a series of three large stones on the left hand side of the road, carved to various degrees of precision and detail. Two of the stones (known today as the Serpent Stone and the Crescent Stone) depict symbols from nature, one clearly marked at the top with a depiction of a snake and the other less clearly carved with some faint crescent shapes. Maybe the moon. Although the plaque next to the Crescent Stone does not make that speculation.

The third stone, and the most massive of the three, is an intricately carved cross with angels flanking either side of the shaft of the cross on the front of the stone. On the rear face of the stone, there are representations of a hunting scene along with a centaur gathering medicinal herbs and David saving his flock of sheep from a lion. At the top of the back side of the stone, there is the same crescent shape (shown above) found on the Crescent Stone and some Pictish symbols, similar to those found on the Serpent Stone.

If there's any evidence needed that the Picts were both pagan and Christian, to me it shows up clearly in these three stones. Two of the three are devoid of any reference to Christianity; the third is a clear mixture of the two. For me, though, the fact that these stones show a transition from paganism to Christianity isn't the point here. I mean it's cool as an indication of history, I guess, but that's not what I got out of our visit to Aberlemno.

The real beauty in these things for me is the fact that they have lasted more than 1,200 years and that they are carved so intricately by a peoples who must still have been using most of their waking hours just to stay alive. I can't imagine what the people who made these things would have thought if they knew someone in the 21st century from an ocean away was driving by in a rented Honda Jazz to look at what they carved. It staggers my imagination.

The Crescent Stone. The carvings are barely visible but it is like 1,500 years old or something.

If I was impressed by the three stones by the side of the road (and I was), I still had one more to see at the Aberlemno Parish Church in the middle of the graveyard. It was placed there after the church was built, rather than the church being built where the stone stood.

The churchyard stone is the most interesting of the four stones we saw in the town, not only due to the artistry and the intricacy of the carving but also for the historical document that it is. There is a large cross on one side of the stone which is carved in what I can only articulate as a Celtic design. The cross itself is filled in with patterning that looks sort of rope-like, much like the jewelry we saw in souvenir shops in Ireland almost three years ago. Animal figures fill in the space between the cross and the edge of the stone.

The other side depicts a battle scene, what historians believe might be the Battle of Dún Nechtain in the year 685, a battle waged between the Picts and the invading Northumbrians led by King Ecgfrith. The Picts, as carvers of the stone, clearly won. This scene represents not just a work of art but a story told by people who are no longer around to be able to relay their history. I know I just poo-pooed the historical nature of the other three stones but this one is way cooler. This shows an actual event, not just a change in religious representation or focus. I'm sure the battle was way more chaotic than the stone represents, by the way. And I'm sure King Ecgfrith didn't succumb to the raven attacking him in quite the way the stone shows.


The Churchyard Cross, front side and back side, Aberlemno.
Aberlemno was actually the last place on this trip that we visited to see stones that were carved by the Picts. In terms of quantity and variety, it was clearly the best. There was no other site we visited that had more than one. But we did see others that were perhaps better quality.

Aberlemno was the last Pictish stones site that we added to our itinerary. The first places I planned on this trip were the Hebridean islands of Islay, Mull and Lewis and as it turned out there are ancient Pictish stones on the Isle of Islay and on Iona just off the west coast of Mull. We actually started building our Pictish stones journey from those places and couldn't resist the quick detour off the Aberdeen to Edinburgh path once we found out about Aberlemno. Visiting a single stone doesn't tell the same sort of story as visiting four in one site, but I think there was still a lot of value in chasing these things down.

Perhaps the most famous and most important of the carvings we found was Maclean's Cross on the Island of Iona. Maclean's Cross was produced way, way later than the stones we found at Aberlemno. It was placed on Iona around the year 1500 as a marker for pilgrims on their way to Iona Abbey, one of the most important early centers of Christianity in Scotland. The cross is enormous and covered with carvings of patterns around a central picture of the crucifixion of Christ. Unlike the stones in Aberlemno, it's actually cross shaped. As a work of art, it's impressive, particularly in its size and detail. It's also probably most famous for being where it is as much as for what it is. Among its many claims to fame, Iona Abbey may have been the place where the Book of Kells, now prominently on display in Dublin's Trinity College, was written before it was moved to save it from potential raids by the Vikings.

The back side of Maclean's Cross, Iona.

I can't say if someone who knows way more about this subject has ever produced any sort of list of the best Pictish carved stones in Scotland or anything like that. If there is, I'm not sure what we saw at Aberlemno or Iona would make the list. Impressive? Sure. Even the fact that these things are still around today is impressive. But I'd have to think the first stone we looked for and found might stand a chance of making such a list. That stone would be the Kildalton Cross on the Isle of Islay.

I don't know what it is about the Kildalton Cross exactly that makes it so impressive, unless I just say it was everything about the Cross that blew me away. Of all the carvings we found on our trip, this was clearly the most complex and most well executed. Its form is a ring-headed or Celtic cross, a crucifix with a circle superimposed at the crossing of the two arms. It's massive and it's intact, which is super-impressive considering it dates from about the year 700, older by far than Maclean's Cross and perhaps even older than some of those at Aberlemno.

The decoration on the Cross is detailed with patterning and biblical scenes and the decoration is not only carved into the plane of the cross but also "attached" to the front of the cross. I guess "attached" is the right word, although maybe not if the Cross was carved from a single stone. It is a true work of art. It's also in the same spot it was originally erected in the courtyard of the former parish church of Kildalton. It's incredible that it's even in this spot still standing. The things this cross must have seen over the last 1200 or 1300 years...

Kildalton Cross, Islay.
There were two other factors working in favor of Kildalton Cross being the most impressive we saw in Scotland. First, the weather was perfect. The sun shining on the front side of the cross made every carved piece of the stone pop to life. I know it's superficial to credit sunlight as making a carving more memorable but it was absolutely true. We had great weather much of the time we were in Scotland but not at the exact times we were on Iona or in Aberlemno. The sun helped Kildalton Cross immensely.

Finally, Kildalton Cross is frustratingly challenging to get to. It's located past the three southern coast of Islay distilleries after the two lane paved road becomes a two-way, one lane road which is definitely a bit more overgrown and not-cleared than a lot of the other two-way, one lane roads we traveled down in Scotland. And there's actual traffic coming the other way and not exactly plentiful passing places. Make it all the way to the old parish church and your reward is the finest piece of Pictish carving we found in our limited search in Scotland. The journey definitely makes the payoff better.

The magnificent front of Kildalton Cross in full sunlight.
Our pilgrimage to find ancient Pictish carvings in Scotland was really a result of finding out that these sorts of works were in places where we were going anyway. We went to Islay to learn about whisky; we went to Mull to see wildlife; and we had to travel past Aberlemno on the way from one place we really wanted to go (Dunnottar Castle south of Aberdeen) to the final stop on our Scotland trip (Edinburgh). We thought taking a quick detour on Islay and Mull before hitting Aberlemno would string together some similar sights that would get us a little bit of exposure to a bit of history made by peoples whose history is mostly long forgotten. Or maybe it's preserved in what we saw and many other similar carvings that we didn't see.

In many ways, it would have been a better experience if we had made the trip in reverse and ended up on Islay last. It would, I think, have made Kildalton Cross that much more impressive. But that's not how we planned this trip and I have no regrets about doing it the way we did it. If I ever get back to Islay, I will have to go back to the old Kildalton Parish Church. Not holding my breath there. For now, I'll stick with the memory of 2022. 

How We Did It

Of all the carved stones we found in Scotland, Aberlemno is probably the easiest to get to, if for no other reason that it's on mainland Britain. We just plugged in Aberlemno into our navigation app and after taking many lefts and rights on the (barely) two lane road to the town, we drove past three stones on the left hand side of the road. There's a parking lot just beyond the stones that has some informational signage and replica stone depicting the battle scene of the Churchyard Cross. Park the car, cross the road (remember traffic is on the left) and walk down to see the Roadside Cross, Crescent Stone and Serpent Stone. If you want to see these stones, better come when it's not winter; apparently they cover them in winter to protect the stones from the elements.

The parish church can be found by traveling a bit further north up the same road and taking a left toward the church. We didn't find any sort of parking at the church but just pulled over and accessed the courtyard. I'm not sure we parked legally but there was literally nobody in sight. No harm, no foul here.

Getting to Kildalton Cross and Maclean's Cross is a bit more involved because it will involve at least one boat and a combination of two more boats or planes. To get to Kildalton Cross, drive east from Port Ellen past Laphroaig, Lagavulin and Ardbeg distilleries and follow the signs to the Cross. There's also a walking trail on the south side of the road but it's a long walk all the way to the Cross.

We found Maclean's Cross by being dropped off at the ferry landing on Iona and walking straight up the hill and hanging a right after passing the ruins of the old nunnery. It's not much of a walk to the Cross and you can't realistically walk past it without missing it.

My understanding of the history of the Picts and the Gaels and the Celts and when they worshipped nature vs. Christ wasn't helped much by any of our visits to these sites. I managed to find a book called A Pocket History of Scotland at the Battle of Bannockburn Experience near Stirling which told me pretty much all I needed to know about Scottish history in an easy to read format. It cost me all of £5.99 and it's been worth its weight in gold. I can't remember buying a book this small for this low a price that has helped me so much, although I'll dispute the "pocket" label just a bit. Not saying I don't have pockets I can fit this book into, but I certainly have a lot of pockets that it won't fit into.