A shingle-and-shell spit on the edge of a shallow bay. A flock of small wader dozing away at high tide roost.
Fairly plain waders, silvery grey above, white underneath with a mid-length, dark bill and mid-length, dark legs. Fairly standard wader fare...
A lazy stretch: so they have a white wing bar. And a vague hint at a plover-like patch at the chest sides, perhaps?
A turn of the head...
... and an otherwise fairy unimposing bird turns into one of the world's 'must see' species, a real one-off. The location, of course, is New Zealand, more specifically the water treatment works just outside Auckland, back in January (feels like SO long ago now!). And the good news (for me, anyway!) is that most of my photos have been recovered from my smashed hard drive. Hence these Wrybills!
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