Having made it to Alex I had some difficulty getting my leg over, not easy at my age, the bar is quite high. A dismountation problem. Trundling my stead along Alex shoreline a couple of waders flew silently past - looked OK for Common Sand I thought, but perhaps not flicky enough. They landed at the SE corner and I so cast my bike to the ground. Bill droop tipped and yes, dark belly. Ultra Mega Monster Full Phat Patch Tick, twice!! Firing off a couple of shots I grabbed the phone to discover I'd forgotten my specs! You can never have enough tech, clearly my bike mounting had distracted me from a basic requirement. Phoned Nick and made garbled Tweet. Enough words:
A jogger went past and very close but they remained feeding. I pointed out she'd been very close to some Dunlin and she seemed to recognise this as good, so I allowed her a borrow of my bins. She seemed very pleased and shook my hand and jogged on. All part of the service. I was staying at a good distance and saw Nick coming across the footy pitches so I phoned him to say all was well. At that point the Dunlin decided to leave of course, so I was able to provide a flying commentary as they headed towards him going SW, so Nick got them for a birthday YT.
Nick then picked up a Barnacle Goose on Alex, which is a plastic patch tick for me. Some pain some gain.
Come to think of it "ummfppt" was more or less the noise I made getting off the bike, they must have heard.