Living on my boat on a tidal river and no longer having to work, my life is ruled by the tides rather than clocks. No two days are the same and every weather change or ebb and flood of the tide shows something different.
Just lately a Vixen who lives in a corner of the boatyard has kept me interested in her nocturnal, low tide wanderings.
......Looking down onto the pontoon you can see where her hind legs give the 'boost' to lift her onto the pontoon and the two visits she made during one low tide in the lower photo.Many waders also feed on the mud here and sometimes if the weather is really rough they take advantage of the shelter in this part of the river and the low tide mud is a trackers paradise........
The more mature Black headed Gulls are already wearing their black summer masks in this mild dry weather. They spend some of their time bullying the flocks of Redshank which take off like scrambling Spitfire squadrons only to land together a short but safe distance from the feathered black faced hooligans..
Meanwhile my decks show the casual wanderings of the Vixen, she even walks up over the canvas spray hood and it's not unusual for me to look up from my bunk and see her looking down through the forehatch at me..
I can see that if it doesn't rain soon, I'll need to rig the long hose, either that or leave a notice asking her to wipe her feet before she steps aboard..