Another grey morning after a front had passed through but promising to become brighter later on. All very quiet, with the tide just about at it’s lowest little activity anywhere other than in the channel on the other side where there were the usual Brent and gulls.
The outfall, however, was teaming with life and still flowing briskly. A large number of coots, maybe 30 or more were spooked by us walking up some way off and immediately swam off to the far end of the channel; clearly nervous of our, or at least Bonnie’s, presence.
The considerable pack of wigeon stayed put, unconcerned about us. I can only assume that as there was no evidence of any wads washed up they had not been shot much so more tolerant that would otherwise be the case.
Two cormorants sat on the mud airing their wings in the light south westerly breeze looking almost prehistoric. A single Knot was scanning the mud alongside the Chanel, so much plumper than the redshanks doing the same thing.
On the way back we saw several Thrushes in the trees adjacent to the field but not a peep was heard. It’s still early so I guess that they need a bit more sunshine to start singing.