The bay in front of our house all but empties at low tide. A mix of reddish sand, mud and stone is revealed, and the wading birds flood in to feed on whatever molluscs, crustaceans and other food stuff they can find, as the water floods out.

Dunlin seem to be the most plentiful of these waders at the moment, with just a few remaining Turnstones, now in their summer breeding plumage and ready for adventures in the high Arctic. Redshank and Oystercatchers come into the bay to feed too, while Curlews and Whimbrel are now up on the surrounding moors, attending to their well-hidden nests.

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