Stick in the mud

The audience of thousands were waiting, whelks with their ears all tuned. The spurwinged plovers, a trio, were ready to go on the stage.
Then the unbelievable happened- this prima donna said no. My costume is all crooked, I cannot possibly go. The other two left to perform as a duo while madam fluffed around with her wings. Then the tide went out and there she was stuck in the mud. Miles away from my camera but the SX60 did the best that it could.

(Apologies for the rushed ditty. We had a day in Nelson visiting and had another of Trev's check up hospital appointments late in the afternoon. Caught this at Tasman by the sculpture where yesterday there was a whole chorus of birds, but not today).

There was a trio MerrilHope but nature intervened.