I took a walk along the Cuckmere river to the seashore just to make the most of the day's sunshine and to see what was around - apart from the usual hordes of Sunday walkers - some totally inappropriately dressed in their Sunday best, high heels and clutching their handbags. But then, it is an easy flat walk and if you stick to the concrete road, you're not likely to get your shoes dirty. The river is part of the Seven Sisters Country Park. I walked alongside the edge of the meanders and then on to the raised footpath down to the beach. I remember seeing my first Little Egret here many, many years ago. Today there were several around. Three up on the meanders and five down in the lagoon by the shingle ridge. I hadn't heard them before but each time one got too close to another they made a sound like a cross between a crown and the hissing of a swan. As I walked back along the main river I spotted ten standing across the other side of the river in a field with a herd of cows - together with three herons. There must be at least twenty along this stretch of river - although there was often one or two flying up and down the river from one place to the next. I watched one feeding in the shallows which would have made a beautiful photo - reflected in the water with it's dark bill, brilliant white plumage and plumes on it's chest. It's yellow feet clearly visible as it picked it's way through the water searching for small fish and then took off as I came too close. There may be more around here at this time of year as they congregate over the winter.
The usual cormorants were around - three drying their wings up on the meanders and another three down in the lagoon. I also spotted a male Reed Bunting in it's more subdued winter plumage but still with it's black beard which was joined by a small flock of greenfinches in the brambles. A flock of eight Redshanks had moved from the meanders to the edge of the estuary as I walked back. The tide was almost fully in but the extend of the highest tide was evident all along the saltmarsh where rubbish and debris was piled up at the side of the footpath - well above the current level of the river.


