Sunday, April 11, 2021
We woke up to a white world once again and set off for our walk in falling snow. We couldn't see the snow buntings on the camp-site, although starlings, redwings, and skylarks were still present. On the river were three greenshanks, chasing each other, calling, and mating.
Eagle-eyed Greger spotted our first sand martins of the year - at least four of them, hunting low over the water and the spit. As we made our way round to the golf-course, a flock of 15-20 golden plover took off from the seaweed-covered rocks (we hadn't noticed them) and flew off to the north. At least it had stopped snowing. Walking back along the road, I heard a chiffchaff singing from the dog-walking field below - too tired and hip-joint-achy to go and investigate. We were now walking in bright sunshine - and by the end of the day most of the snow had melted away. Still cold, though.
// posted by Christine @ 2:54 PM 
