From the hide a Little Egret was preening and all of a sudden shook violently and enabled me to get this shot in all its splendid finery. No wonder the Victorians wanted the feathers for hat decorations!
The Grey Mullet are back with a vengeance and there are some monsters amongst them!
Throughout the day I could hear Yellow Wagtails flying over the beach in a westerly direction...they are very hard to see and only on one occasion did a group of 3 land on the pebbles before hurriedly going on their way.
The evening was again superb...no wind, warm and an almost Mediterranean feel to it. A lone Black Headed Gull paddled in the shallows and then a group of Whimbrel flew in from the sea...calling. A perfect end to the day!
|Whimbrel arriving in the harbour in evening sunlight|