
There weren't many birds singing but what ones there were, provided a constant musical accompaniment for the whole mile-long walk. Whitethroat first on top of bush and then at least four corn buntings jangling merrily away from various bush tops, four reed warblers chattered endlessly from the reedbeds, whilst skylark, reed bunting and meadow pipit added to the chorus.
A yellow wagtail joined up with some pied wagtails while hopping along the path in front of me were two wheatears. The gentle breeze blowing from the Ray Island carried the song of the cuckoo loud and clear.
There was little to see along the Strood Channel as the tide was right out but two little terns hawked up and down and a little egret was seen flying off to roost.
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