Mudlarks

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm...
Emily Dickinson


A lovely St Stephen's day walk along the Deben estuary.

With lots of birdlife - Apart from all the songbirds and magpies and crows there were curlews, geese, swans, cormorants, egrets - and these little ones I call sherbet dibdabs...