An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
25 June 2010
Norf or saaaf?
High tide at Goldcliff this evening produced a few waders which might just be a hint of return failed-breeder passage, or maybe the last slothenly dregs of the northward trek. One Grey Plover, a few Turnstone and a fair few Black-tailed Godwit were the best, which doesn't sound much, but it gave us something to look at,... perhaps I should have stayed in and watched the Spain game. But then I'd have missed all the little fluffy baby ducks; Gadwall, Shoveler and Pochard all appear to have bred successfully and, with the number of Teal down there, it wouldn't come as a shock if a brood of those didn't creep out of the margins at some point too.
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