At the Turn of the Tide
So, I eventually found myself on the beach at Hunstanton, listening to the grunting greeting calls of fulmars reverberating from ledges on the unique tricoloured cliffs. Some of these stiff-winged petrels were gathering on the glassy sea to further indulge in their wooing, most were already paired and canoodling each other on their chosen niche. And all around me were the oystercatchers, pied pipers, and most willing to tolerate my clumsy attempts at stealth. Their mood was in keeping with the soporific nature of the day, they were taking time to rest and recharge in the warm glow of that afternoon sun and await the turn of the tide.
|Black-tailed Godwit. These birds are nearly always to be found|
feeding in the shallow lagoons by the public footpath
|Oystercatcher. Many of these fine birds gather along the Wash|
to feed on cockles which are abundant hereabouts.
|Grey Plover and Knot|
|Fulmars. The bird on the left had just landed and is greeting |
his/her mate with a braying grunt. Not overly romantic.
|Fulmar in Flight|
|The Pied Piper|
|Curlew. Look at the wonderful intricate plumage patterning.|
|Oystercatchers awaiting the turn of the tide|