Redshank ballet and Ruddy Turnstones

There’s a Redshank on the rocks. I don’t think it wants to fly away. That would mean getting its leg out and it’s just got its foot nice and cosy and warm.

Another flies in nearby and lands with a flourish:

It folds its wings away neatly.

And then gets them out again to take a bow:

Several more Redshank have joined the original one now. That spot’s become very popular suddenly:

There’s a Ruddy Turnstone, too. Can you see it?

You can always tell which way the wind is blowing when you look at a flock of birds.

A Ruddy Turnstone flies past:

They are fast and it’s a struggle to keep up with it.

But so worth it: