Whilst every patch of mud and water throughout Yorkshire seems to be attracting Sanderlings and Turnstones, the York area has struggled to tempt down any overflying tundra-bound waders. Nevertheless, seven Ringed Plovers and a Dunlin were nice at Bank Island the other day. It is late in the spring now, so it is likely these are bound for the far north, a remarkable journey for such dinky birds. It is a privilege to see these guys pause with us for a few hours.
Addie and me then headed on to the ings, where we watched Common Snipe drumming over the wet grassland. A Cuckoo was singing atop a Willow at the far side of the Pool, always smart to see.
Mayflies danced along the riverbanks on our walk back in the evening sun. Gorgeous!
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