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Calendar images for 2021 using images from Orkney in 2020


From top left: Stonechat; Eurasian Otter; Short-eared Owl; Dandelion; Redshank; Sheep's-bit Scabious; Common Blue butterfly; Atlantic Puffin; Ringed Plover; Red-breasted Mergansers; Grey Seal with pup; Long-tailed Ducks.

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  1. That would make a superb Calendar get it marketed - an Orkney 'Dragons Den' is badly needed I think.

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    1. It was a one-off for the office but, yeah, it does look quite good!

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  2. Very professional looking - Great photographs.

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    1. Thanks, Alyson! It was a Funky Pigeon offer and looked good as an A3 calendar.

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