A few weeks ago, a young bird fledged somewhere in the high Arctic – perhaps Canada, Greenland or Svalbard – and began its long, slow journey southwards, to spend the winter in the South Atlantic Ocean.
On the way, it was caught up in Storm Lilian, and drifted towards the west coast of England. That explains how I caught up with this juvenile Sabine’s gull, happily feeding on a small, shallow pool alongside the Huntspill sea wall in Somerset, and watched by an appreciative audience of birders standing just a few metres away.
