The dull dead wind is out of tune . . .
And overhead the curlews cry
(Oscar Wilde)
This very poor photo was taken at dusk - 4.40 pm - with my unsophisticated little snappy camera. I'm only including it here because it shows the largest number of Brent geese I've seen at this end of the Muddy Island so far this year. As regular readers of Musings will know, I've got rather a thing about these birds. The noise was tremendous. I took some more snaps as they flew overhead, but those were even worse than this one (can this be possible? unfortunately, yes).
Four of the geese who decided to go for a twilight swim instead of returning to the fields with the rest of the flock.
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