|On the "Motorway"|
The Dee Estuary looks like Delaware Bay on a map. It is a wide Bay that dumps the River Dee into the Irish Sea. When we arrived at the Point of Ayr, it reminded me of Cape May Point. In fact, we parked in a parking lot that could have been Sunset Beach (sans the concrete ship). It even had a lighthouse and an ice cream parlor. The only difference is that the Point of Ayr is in Wales! And I thought the best thing in Wales was Tom Jones (even I think he's sexy).
Out on the beach, we didn't see many birds. I was expecting some sea ducks or loons or something. We saw a few gulls and a few shorebirds until we came around the point. Then we were greeted by hundreds of Oystercatchers sitting on a sandbar. Behind them, in the grassy area were about a hundred Black-tailed Godwits and Curlews too. Thank goodness Rachel brought her scope!
|Oystercatchers - Point of Ayr|
|Oystercatcher in flight|
|Linda and the Irish Sea|
The Brits do a lot of birding in "hides" which are bird blinds. The hide at Burton-Mere is nicer than our shore house! It has huge glass windows to allow viewing the main impoundment in comfort. The hard core birders lined up outside of the hide while trying to find the most obscure birds. Rachel and I struck up a conversation with a few of them. Of course, my accent gave me away as a tourist. The guys asked me about my trip and I casually told them that one of my target birds was a Little Owl. They looked at each other and then looked back at us and then looked at each other and looked at us again. OK, what gives? Turns out that there was a Little Owl sitting in a tree at the end of the path. NO SHIT!?!?