Turning flock of Knot arrive in many hundreds; moving as one, before spilling from warm air to the drying salt-marsh far below.
Skulking in freshwater reed; occasionally appearing to admiring watchers, Black-necked Grebe dazzles with its radiant splendor.
Sentinel voice of calling Redshank reverberate in quiet spaces. Its quieter and rarer cousin, Spotted Redshank look on with detached indifference.
Oystercatcher flies overhead with a plover egg speared by its bill. Alighting over the sea wall to consume undisturbed; a lifetime of observation and never seen before.
Neither settling not lifting; but constantly 'patting' the water as it flits between sunken pools, a lone juvenile Little Gull cannot fail to make its mark...