It’s cold, very cold, but we’ve been lucky to miss a lot of the really bad weather that’s devastating the rest of the UK. In the small wintering flock of sanderlings on Oxwich Beach is one that’s colour ringed. Bright red and yellow bands on each leg, with a green flag on the right leg make the little white wader stand out amongst the twenty or so others scurrying about the sand. The local birding grapevine will no doubt soon find out the origin of this special bird.
There are always sanderlings on this beach at this time of year, running about like clockwork toys in the shallow water by the sea’s edge. Ringed plovers and dunlins are on the beach too, only a handful, but enough to add a sense of delicacy to the raw winter’s day. Offshore a diver slides under the surface of the choppy sea; I have difficulty seeing it well enough to be sure, but think it’s a great northern. Some common scoters bob up and down in the waves further out towards the point; they don’t seem to mind the cold, which chills me to the bone.