Green fields and red legs
Westray truly is the land of a million stabs. That’s what the wooden fence posts are called here. They’re perfect perching posts for an island with few trees. This Redshank is making the most of one:

Naturally, it’s complaining about me.

Including still talking while it’s flying:

I love the orange to black colour of its beak, and that complex camouflage.
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