What great entertainment it was to watch this thrush strut and chirp its’ song. At first this bird looked like the sand was too hot for his feet. The high pitch sound from its beak seemed to cry out ouch! Ouch! After I took the shot, I noticed he wasn’t in pain. He was in love. That was his mating dance and call for the female a few yards up on the grassy patch of the beach.
By R Smith