Saturday, November 21, 2015
We had a fall of snow last night and this morning, although by the time I got out it was pretty wet underfoot. Near the river, a crest was moving high through the branches with a blue tit; with the distance, poor light, and briefness of the sighting, I couldn't be sure it wasn't a goldcrest.
On the river, a few turnstones and oystercatchers were foraging, and eighteen ringed plovers were standing together on a spit of boulders.
A dipper was making its way along the shoreline near the sea, seemingly finding food in the shallows.
On the waste ground and camp-site were several bright reed buntings.
A twite was feeding among them - notable, perhaps, for still being here in November.
As I turned the corner into West Shore Street, several grey seals swam past. They are really quite large animals up close - and if looks could kill, I'd have been slain on the spot.
A mistle thrush on the sports field was the only other bird of note, looking much bigger than the redwings foraging with it.
// posted by Christine @ 10:23 AM 
