Snatching at an hour inbetween 101 million pieces of crud, I nipped into Sandgrounders Hide this morning.
A single Dunlin, albeit a very hungry one, was feeding right under the windows until the seasonal infestation of Greylags and Canadas came crashing in, dragging a summering Pink Foot with them, but flushing the wader.
There were another six Dunlin in the channel up towards Polly’s.
A few small parties of Mipits might just have been early passage – or local breeders dispersing, and a few Blackwits were about.
Stuff starting to stir, but the east Atlantic birding conveyor is a long way from flipping the “on switch” yet…