A time-lapse photography project took me to Hilbre Island, a top spot for a Top 3 bird. I allowed myself an hour to get close to a small flock of "Purps" to get a few images for the blog and a slide show I am preparing. I wasn't expecting it to be as good as it turned out to be.
The surf is still breaking over the rocks that they are perching on and the birds are being spattered with foam and spray each time a wave breaks. The waves are really crashing in too, a fierce south westerly wind is touching gale force and whipping the waves up.
As the tide drops and more freshly washed seaweed is exposed the birds spread out. They mooch about the rocks and matted bladder wrack picking at periwinkles and barnacles. They are right on the edge of the waves and are frequently engulfed by the foamy wash of the crashing waves. This seems to pose no problems for them, the feeding is swift and often successful, not a good time to be a careless shellfish!
I decide to slip down on to the rocks to join them. Now I have mentioned before that I dislike it when photographers disturb their subjects but I fancy that I can get close without spooking these guys. I'm right too, I get great close views, almost eye-level and they do not mind at all. They are aware of my presence but are not at all frightened. I am not arrogant enough to assume they have not detected me, nor that they have accepted me, they just seem completely indifferent to me. Truth be told I am being ignored. Suits me fine!
I run out of space on the camera's memory card so I stop the picture taking and just revel in the sight of 20-odd Purps running around at my feet going about thier daily routine with out a care in the world.
The Purple Sands just went to number one on the wader charts!
The time-lapse images are taking shape, I'll post some soon as.....