Smew, Smew, Barney McGrew...

The redhead Smew, along with it's kleptoparasitic little matey Black-headed Gull, performed admirably on the back lagoon at Goldcliff late morning/early afternoon. Not too much else of note though, just a trickle of Skylarks overhead, a single Golden Plover and a pair of Peregrines kicking seven shades of scheiße out of an interloping immature female.

The golden lagoons; I'm blaming a half-arsed nod to Lee Friedlander and dynamic symmetry for this one.

PS. Another Golden Plover was amongst the Lapwing down Boat Lane.