Watery Pleeps

There’s a Watery Pleeps overhead. At least that’s what an Orcadian would call it. South it would be a Redshank and internationally it would be recognised as Tringa totanus.
It rests for a moment before it takes off and starts pleeping at me again.

It goes this way:

And then that:

There’s clearly a nest in the next field, however they are normally like this.
They’re also known as the Warden of the Marshes because they’re the first to pleep.

There are two of them now, being wardens in the marshes.

Time to leave them in peace.
More Redshanks







