Four billy goats with a tale to tell

Coignafearn, Highlands There is something about wild goats that appeals to me – perhaps their look of superiority? Standing on the side of the burn, I watched the water flow past my feet, gurgling and murmuring as it continued on its way to the river Findhorn below. After the cold spring, the spring and early summer plants were all flowering together. The yellow carpets of bird’s foot-trefoil, or “eggs and bacon” as I prefer to call it, dominated the scene. On the drier a