A light breeze from the sea, the sun shining, gulls calling overhead and birds on the shore. Could it get any better than this? I stood watching a few birds huddled up along the shoreline.
Sanderling. I love the way they dash up and down the sand, ahead of the breaking waves. They kept me amused for ages.
Out on the sea was a bird causing a bit of confusion with some of the assembled ‘sea watchers’. A King Eider, or Common Eider? After much debate from the experts, and the arrival of the head warden, it was decided.............. a Common Eider. A good tick for me, nonetheless.
And then another; Common Scoter. Looking like an oil slick out at sea, a large group of them. My thanks to a kind gentleman for allowing me a look through his scope so I could claim the tick.
I’m beginning to think I might need to invest in one of these myself.
One bird I didn’t need a scope for, was this one.
I could have stayed on the beach all day. The weather was perfect, the birds were perfect; what else could anyone need?
Food. Yea; I was getting hungry, so I decided to take a slow walk back to the centre. As I turned to make my way back, a small brown bird caught my eye as he landed amongst some dry seaweed.
A Meadow Pipit. He gave me some great views before deciding to fly off somewhere else.
I began a slow walk back to the centre, stopping off to watch a distant Marsh Harrier gliding over the marsh, and a much closer, hovering Kestrel,