The east coast is the place to be in February if you want to see armies of migratory birds. Over the estuary, goldeneye, plover and knot have been massing in huge numbers. Brents are counted by the thousand. And best of all have been the wigeon and the teal.
The nights are drawing out so it was 4am when my alarm went, though it wasn’t needed. With the gun already in its slip, coffee in the thermos and decoys in the truck, I’d been ready since 8pm when evening flight had finished and sleep had never really followed. Scout leapt into the truck, skidding on the floor as she landed. The lights picked out the last of a swirling overnight mist.
“Scout is easily distracted during lulls in shooting”
We’ve had our ups and downs this season, the dog and I. She refused a long swim with a
