Friday, August 19, 2022
The wind was against us as we walked up the beach at Achnahaird, and it was difficult to hold bins still, let alone a camera. I thought all the distant white blobs in the thrift were gulls until one turned to face us, and showed itself to be a grey plover.
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Half a dozen sanderling and two curlews were also present. Across the headland, a flock of at least 20 dunlin landed at the water's edge and went to sleep, while a handful of adult gannets fished in the bay. Back at the junction lay-by on our way out, we heard the calls of redshanks - and a flock of twenty or so flew in, with a black-tailed godwit among them.
There might well have been other goodies around, but we were too tired to explore further and reluctantly headed for home.
// posted by Christine @ 12:09 PM 
