Shawn and I walked the full length of the beach for an hour and found nothing but when we returned to the cars parked between the bathroom and Point La Haye Pond, we were talking with Colleen and Fred Wood when Colleen said, 'Hey, there's a bird.' There on a small patch of grass nearby, the Pacific Golden Plover strolled around in very cold wind, drawing up first one leg to its belly and then the other. What a grand bird --the cap, the back brilliant -- just 15 feet away as we stood beside the car and gaped.
At Eastern Point, St. Shotts, as we walked slowly downhill towards Ken's Cabbages, still in search of the Grasshopper, a grey bird flew out of the back garden, flew low over the back fence and dropped down over the barren out of sight and we were unable to relocate it: grey upperparts with no discernable markings; long narrow, pointed wings; larger than a sparrow, smaller than a snipe.
Two Harlequin Ducks near the small eider flock. No hooded merg at St. Mary's Harbour Pond this morning.