Brora beach at high tide yesterday was narrow and long and sandy and, other than the occasional razor shell and broken sea potato, a little wildlifeless until....
....we reached the point where the first burn cuts across it. Clustered near its mouth sat a group of waders which....
....turned out to be a mix of ringed plovers and sanderlings. At times the two species mingled, though the sanderlings were a little antisocial, going to sleep with their heads tucked under their wings, but every now and then....
....the sanderlings woke up and scampered down the beach as a wave retreated, only to be....
....chased back up it by the next breaking wave, back to where the plovers waited disapprovingly.
Occasionally, for no apparent reason, the whole flock took to the air, flying up and down the beach and....
....out across the sea for a couple of minutes before settling back onto the sand.
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