Battle of hastings Day 1066

 Friday October 14

And Pam's 85th birthday. Happy Birthday.

Pam's choice of how to spend the day. What could be better! Birding and Snettisham. A latish start after card opening etc and setting Adrian off on his morning's gardening. Left the Oxford comma out there. Therefore, we arrived over two hours past the very high tide. We met a volunteer who said that many photographers had been present. Always good to see the high tide spectacular, we were happy with the host of birds busily feeding on the newly exposed mud. 

Nothing rare, just a host of lovely waders. Knot on the shoreline, platoons of Oystercatchers which always seem to gather in a line, Curlew, Black-tailed Godwits, Grey Plover and Redshanks scattered all over. Severl hundred Golden Plover which also seem to love the close proximity of its own kind. One remaining Avocet, found by Pam,  and at least one Pintail, were a delight. 

After feasting on this tranquil scene, the crowds had long left, we repaired to Hunstanton cliff top to eat a bacon sandwch lunch. 

No Fulmar cruising the cliff edge today.

Brancaster Staithe in ever increasing cloud cover, was my first photography opportunity. My shoulders are still exceedingly sore from my face first trip through the front door last Sunday. Welcome home. Lifting my camera and lens was difficult. A day out without a few photos is not on. Curlew and Black-tailed Godwit were the available models.

Who can resist a feeding Little Egret.

 

It's the first time we've seen one agitate the water using both feet, they usually favour one of them to do the dibbling. 

Approaching winter meant that it was nearly twilight when we got home to enjoy the chosen birthday meal of Chinese food, and a bottle of very drinkable, pink, Oyster Bay fizz.