Back to birds, back to reality

(Baby) It's cold outside, and who would have thought that a one time innocent song would fall foul of political correctness and #me too!

I managed about an hour waiting for the tide to rise at Rossie Spit before mild hypothermia won and my hands stopped working. Still it was worth it watching the Wren, while the 22 Shovelers drifted closer, then further away and never close enough for a photo of any worth. Earlier at Boghead and Ethie I looked without success for Corn Buntings, instead I saw Reed Buntings, Yellowhammers, Tree Sparrows, a Redshank and two Mute Swans.

Wren, (Troglodytes troglodytes). Photographed in the shadiest, coldest place at Montrose Basin

Mostly hidden as it foraged in the wet undergrowth

Each time it reappeared it announced its arrival by calling constantly, perhaps scolding me for sitting in its patch

Black-tailed Godwits (with Curlews), there were around 40 birds, often hidden behind a bank

Dunlin, a crop from a large flock that arrived as the tide rose

Knot, Rossie Spit

Bullfinch male in a wee bit of better shade

Reed Bunting male at Boghead

Yellowhammer at Ethie, one of 30 or more in a flock near some of the wild bird cover