Another glorious day in these parts and it’s impossible to turn down the opportunity for a beach walk and enjoy the sounds and smells of the seaside.
A lonesome sanderling scuttles along the seashore.
A solitary man enjoys his time and space.
A gaggle of twitchers are onto something in the sand-dunes.
I see a little bird flitting about. Being a novice I think it might be a bunting of sorts, and approach one of the birders who tells me it’s a Desert Wheatear. He invites me to look down his scope.
Desert Wheatears are rare in these parts; this dainty little bird looks happy enough catching insects and grubs.
I wonder what will happen to it. Has it been blown off course or just stopped off for a break on its journey to warmer climes? Will it stay? Will it find enough to eat? Will it survive? I hope so.
From a distance I take snapshots. I’m really pleased with my amateur offerings!
Good luck little Desert Wheatear.