A walk to the end of the Spit revealed that waders, ducks and geese numbers are increasing dramatically.
A Sparrow Hawk was perched on a fence post and then glided off from its lookout hugging the contours of the beach like an exocet missile in search of prey.
...and then as I looked across to Tern Island a Spoonbill was feeding out in the open but within seconds it disappeared into one of the many channels but I could not relocate it.
In the late afternoon I returned to see if I could find it again but I had no joy but instead was rewarded by a Kingfisher as it was disturbed by a couple of walkers from its favourite perch......which is just out of sight over the wall until you are just about on top of it!
Returning along the beach and flushing numerous Turnstones the rumble of the JCBs working on the revetment shattered the peace once again...lets hope the November 30 deadline is met!
Three diggers at work this morning. (Its 7.00p.m. now, and they are still working under floodlight...noisily! )
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