Back on the beach

The first thing I had to do today was get past the gate guardians, AKA next door's pigs, who'd decided to have a nap at the top of the shared drive:



Over the other side of the road, there was a buzzard hunting on the hill:



One day I'll walk up there and sit and watch for it - maybe I can get a bit closer! On the path down to the beach I was thrilled to see that the bank, which had been washed smooth in the rain, had fresh otter prints on it:



Today I crossed over the Armadale Burn and went to the far end of the beach. There are pied wagtails down there:



But what I wasn't expecting to see was a ringed plover chick shoot out from nearly under my feet and start legging it towards the dunes. I followed it with my longest lens and when it darted behind a hillock and didn't come out, crept up on it: