The regular Green Beach Common Buzzard hit paydirt today, with a fresh rabbit carcass it found on the tideline, and straddled for a few minutes in peace before the Carrion Crows and Magpies caught up with him.
Looked strangely leggy and sleek on the sand as I blurrily digi-binned him in the poor light.
It flapped away a short distance to a beached tree stump with just a scrap of meat when the corvids arrived, and spent the next five minutes eyeing up his lunch rapidly disappearing down the throats of the local Carrion Crows.
One dropped the remains of a very fresh dead Woodcock (minus the head) in the dunes at the NNR last week, and I found a neatly picked pair of Woodcock legs in the southern dunes as I did the rounds this morning.
Really flooded and very dark in the November grey, with just a few Mipits and two Stonechats to write home about.
I can remember seeing Goosander on the flooded slacks when I was a youngster, but the water levels were perhaps even higher than they are now.
If it keeps raining, these duneland lakes can be worth checking, while Sands Lake had Water Rail squealing yesterday and the usual Tufties, Little Grebe and Mallard.
Wonder if I'll ever see a Ruddy Duck on there again?
2012 could be my first year without them since they first jumped the fence decades ago - I fear the cuill has been all too successful.
Cracking Jack Snipe in the southern slacks yesterday, which rose inches from my wellies as I trudged along, its golden yellow tramlines almost luminous in the gloom before giving me a nice silent flypast and disappearing act beyond a dune ridge.
Just a Stoat speed swimming today though, until it reached the cover of flooded Creeping Willow.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...