A cold windy morning eventually numbed my body to the same degree as the solid bone between my ears. The camera was excess baggage; my fingers simply couldn't manipulate anything.
The Med Gulls were now just 150 metres away from the hotel door. They had joined the other Laridaes (and gentlemen) on the grass where a sack load of bread was being offloaded. When they dispersed about 20 settled together on the beach.
Breydon was like Hitchcock's The Birds except it was Waders and Wildfowl in intimidating numbers. Hundreds of Redshank wheeling around and nearly as many Dunlin and Teal. Todays count of Shelduck rose to 29.
Newcomers were: Kestrel, male Marsh Harrier and most welcome 2 Brent Geese. At least one was close enough to be deciphered as Pale-bellied, the other was showing more of its back at distance.