The day was grey and dull, and most of all COLD. The pond had frozen and showed no sign of thawing.
We had to go into Stranraer in the afternoon, so we made a point of leaving along the shore road, so we could see what was about.
|Swirling gulls (mostly blackheaded)|
Never slow to spot an opportunity, they quickly noticed the toddlers feeding the mute swans, and swarmed around looking for their share.
|Bishop Burn and shell banks|
Redshanks in plenty were trotting along the shore, and the distictive behaviour of the turnstone drew attention to it, accompanied by a common companion, the ringed plover.
|Turnstone and Ringed plover|
Finaally, in flocks, groups and singly, the whole shore echoed to the calls of the Oystercatchers.