I presume they have bred further north and are pausing on their migration.
They are wonderfully confiding and will happily feed a few metres away.
Their heads bob quickly up and down when feeding, like the needle on a sewing machine.
Some of these individuals have the black bellies and speckled golden plumage of breeding birds.
On Tuesday there were about 25 present on or near the river.
There were also four Whimbrel at the river mouth and a Little Ringed Plover on the scrape.
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