A day of Little

Little is sometimes more. On last Saturday’s tour we had a little something; in fact we had two little something’s.

The first came in the form of an ocean dweller pushed ashore by overnight northerlies. Little Auks are normally seen hugging the horizon on seawatches, whirring their tiny wings as they stream across a spotting scopes field of view. Not this one. He made a rather unfamiliar sight gently sailing around obscenly close to us on a shingle pool as he recovered from his ordeal.

The second came in the form of a Little Bunting. A denizen of lands to the east of Norway this scare visitor had made temporary home feeding upon the seed heads of weeds aside a busy footpath; both small, but both quite special.