A lovely afternoon seeing thousands of birds . Bliss.
Nothing unusual. Thousands of Pinkfeet, waves of them rising into the sky from unseen fields, gathering in groups and flighting overhead and in all directions.
Fields full of own space, beady-eyed, Golden Plovers still in winter garb. Lapwings, swivelling eyes looking sideways without moving their heads, a lone Marsh Harrier and the biggest surprise, 20 Snipe, probing like an efficient sewing machine, in a lush green pasture.
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