I was sitting on the sea wall taking shots of a Ringed Plover when I was distracted by a noise not far away , a sort of clicking sound, the air was quite still.
Looking along the wall I came across these fellas foraging their way along the tide line literally and audibly turning pebbles over, a little party of Turnstones.
The camouflage presented by their plumage is tremendous when viewed from above, they just merge into their surroundings.
A few of them came up on the the wall and were confiding to a point, their comfort zone was probably about twenty feet, I didn't encroach after that.
The first thing I did notice is that they have the '' daintiest of claws '' which is I suspect due to the fact that they don't perch.
The second thing I noticed is that their white throat makes their heads look really small, an optical illusion.