Turnstone

Arenaria interpres

A bit of a nothing day, today. I seem to have picked up Meles' sore throat/cough thing, and the football was cancelled.
After a bit of housework, it was off to smelly Seafield in the rain, to see what was about.
The tide was right in, so there was a disconsolate flock of mixed waders hanging about on the sea-defences waiting for the turn. They were in no mood to be stalked by a coughing fool with a camera.
Apart from this little fellow (just about to get his handsome brick-red breeding plumage through), there were oystercatchers, bar-tailed godwit, loads of redshanks and a couple of purple sandpiper.

Best if you utilise the enlargification button ;)