Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Not the Usual Suspects at the End-of-the-Line

 The last couple of days have been bright and sunny, so it was down to the beach for a wander.  I've split yesterday's photos up into two posts - this one, featuring Not the Usual Suspects, and a forthcoming post which is all about the beach and the other groynes.  

The Groyne at the End-of-the-Line (including a smattering of cormorants)

I think this is some kind of Pipit.  Probably a Rock Pipit (Anthus petrosus)?
If you look closely, you can see a woodlouse or some other isopod in its beak

There were two or three of these little birds hopping over the End-of-the-Line

Originally, I thought these birds might have been Redwings (Turdus iliacus), but that would mean they're cousins of Beaky (Turdus merula), a thought too horrific to contemplate

"Hey!  I am here, you know.  Why aren't you pointing your camera at me?!?"

Moving on from that attention seeker up there, here is a Carrion Crow.  They visit the beach for the various morsels that wash up, as well as pecking limpets off the groynes and breakwaters

The Groyne at the End-of-the-Line from the viewing platform

The End-of-the-Line

You can see that it ends a lot sooner than it should - the rest was washed away years ago


  1. I wondered where my crows had gone! The swallows have sneaked off too.

    1. I might have nabbed your crows, but I haven't got your swallows. There's a likely culprit below...

  2. I have always love swallows.

    1. YOu strike me more of a Swallower than a Spitter. I mean Swifter!

  3. Thank you for the customary shag on the groyne. My day is now well-ordered and I can face whatever lands on my desk (most likely, next door's cat!)


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