Warm, sunny, windy.
Sewerby-South Landing Foreshore.
The last time I came down the cliff steps at Sewerby in search of the Rock Pipit, the tide was still coming in and nearing its peak. Today I timed it to perfection. In other words after I'd been dropped off at The Ship I noticed, by pure chance, the tide in recession. I had the foreshore as far as I could see to myself, for the moment. It wasn't long before sightings were coming thick and fast. As the receding tide exposed more rock this meant more feeding oppurtunities for the hungry waders. Within 15mins I had sighted nearly all the recordings I would make over the next three hours. All except, that is the Rock Pipit. It was this little fella more than anything I particularly wanted to see. It wasn't until I was within a few hundred yards of South Landing that I had my first sighting. There's something about this bird I just love. Where its cousons spend their time inland, this little fella has to stick it out with the Gannets and Gulls. I suppose birds are no different from people in that respect. Talking of which, as time went on I was no longer alone. Where folks were approaching, they acted like beaters, driving the Curlews and Redshanks towards me, those overtaking sent them away from me.
Curlew, Redshank, Ringed Plover, Turnstone, Oyster Catcher, Rock Pipit, Sand Martin, Lesser Black Backed Gull.
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