Big black blobs

This afternoon we visited RSPB Titchwell, Norfolk. My first time. We couldn’t stay long though. I had the afternoon Corncrake chick feed to do.

What we saw though, was delightful. So much life. Birds obviously. But insects too. The grass was bouncing before my eyes with all the crickets.

I saw:
Juvenile Shelducks looking rather drab compared to how they will look.
Eider ducks drifting on the sea, also looking dreary in comparison to their glorious summer breeding plumage.
Very glamorous Spoonbills, including a youngster who looked bewildered the whole time.
Noisy Oystercatchers.
Dozens of gorgeous Avocet, the RSPB logo.
Ringed plover and Little ringed plover.
Lapwing in their winter plumage.
Dunlin still showing off their big black blobs on their tummies, so tiny next to the other waders, not much bigger than a wagtail.
Curlew sandpiper, also dinky with the tips of their bills curving down slightly.
One Knot, looking all podgy and round, whose front was a soft pink, half way between summer and winter plumage.
One Curlew standing regally in a field.
Many Black-tailed godwit, not ours, these are Scandinavian birds already migrating south.
One wee Turnstone, searching for stones!
Ruff were everywhere, unfortunately no longer wearing their ruffs.
One Snipe who I adored watching in the scope. For me the Snipe is one of the most exquisite and perfect of birds.
Sandwich tern doing their dive bomb thing over the sea.
Swallows, Pied wagtails, and Goldfinch.
And to finish off a lovely bit of birding, six Whimbrel flew in calling softly and landed on the water in front of us. Their facial stripe differentiating them from Curlew.

Sent from my Sony Xperia™ smartphone

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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