As I sat down in the hide at Cley this week someone said to me with a downward inflection “Little About!” I’m not sure where they were looking.
There were Swifts working their way west, fields full of Wheatears and Hirundines resting on every wire and fence. Common Sandpipers were skimming the scrape and ruff were parading in their summer dress. Migration was happening big time. Patrolling the edge of the marsh, stalling and dipping to the surface of the water was a Little Gull. This, the world’s smallest gull, was yet to achieve his first summer finery but distinctive with his black underwing.
Actually I guess there was … a Little about.