07 July 2009

Sittin' when the evenin' come

An hour at the point resulted in precisely no seabirds. It was so tedious I found myself watching the passing boats which got me wondering, how do they name vessels nowadays? I only ask because there's a tug over at Avonmouth or Portbury called SS Brunel's Knackers and a yacht called The Lady Chlamydia drifted up-channel on the tide.

At the pools Knot and Common Sandpiper were the 'best' of the southbound migrants whilst the Ruddy Shelducks and a Barnacle Goose were the best of the escapes.

A gob full of inverts, nice... but not as nice as a couple of veggie burgers in crusty baps with a crispy salad on the side.

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