Flying Godwits
I enjoyed going to RSPB Lodmoor in Weymouth so much that I decided to have another trip. I stopped off on the long journey along the coast from Devon to Kent in glorious weather.
A Black-Tailed Godwit was so close I could almost smell it:

I’m lying on the bank in the baked mud to get an eye-level shot of it:

That beak must be so incredibly sensitive to be able to feel all the invertebrates hidden deep in the mud under the water:

When it takes off against the glorious sky I’m delighted to get some shots of it. I particularly like this one with the shadow of the head projected onto the soft underside of the wing:

The other flight shots aren’t too shabby either:
Then it takes off again and lands in the same spot:
Then it’s time for a proper scratch of the chin.

I really must come here again, even if it is hours and hours out of my way. What’s the one place you would drive out of your way to see again?