And as I'd been up (again) at 3am, at 5.30, went for the stroll along Sand Bay to see what was going on down there bird wise. It was glorious, warm, little wind and the place was deserted. That's the way I like it.
Across the mudflats drifted the eerie warble of the Curlew, they never really leave here. But apart from that, the bird scene was a bit thin on the ground. Small numbers of Black Headed Gulls, Shelduck, Herring Gull, a few Pied Wagtails and House sparrows, but a sizeable flock of Starlings feeding along the strand line for sand hoppers and so on.
Walking back I noticed that the Common Restharrow was in full flower on the sand dune grassland, and awash with Bumblers having their breakfast.
And then while on the drive back, these two little Herberts were in a field. They look a likely pair of reprobates as I ever did come across, all they need are a hoodie and I'd be convinced. But I'll give them the benefit of the doubt as they seemed to be just enjoying the morning sun. Kids eh!
Finally, back into the house, bacon sarnie and while gazing out of the window, a couple of Coal Tits entertained me for a while. These are erratic visitors to chez Borders, haven't seen one for about 3 months. But good entertainment none the least. And so to work.
'Ear what's that down there then? Dunno mate, but that blokes taking a picture, hang on better pose