Dozing

Went to Levenhall, seeing as how it was a sunny day, and with a convenient high tide.
Not much about, probably most of the migrants had been blown back by the fierce South-Westerlies of the last few days.

These are some of the resident redshank, having a wee doze with their beaks tucked into their wingpits...except for the last one on the right, who might be a curlew-sandpiper...