Sporadic outbreaks of violence seemed to be more bluster than menace with no actual wounds to lick.
Then, as if a referee had blown the final whistle, hostilities and performances ceased and they all flew off together.
Isn't nature brilliant!!!
A wander further up the moor brought a pair of Whinchat, a reeling Grasshopper Warbler (heard only) a couple of Wheatear and a pair of Red Grouse.
Back in the car and looking for a spot for a 3 point turn to head back for the Pied Flys when the day took an unexpected twist. Dave's pager started 'Mega Alerting' with the news of a Hudsonian Godwit at Ashcott. A debate that lasted several seconds ensued and we were Somerset bound. 3.5 hours later we were soaking up a life tick all round. In amongst a flock of Black Tailed Godwits was a noticeably darker bird blissfully sleeping. Eureka!!!
As the assembly of several hundred birders waited for it to rouse from it's slumber we were kept entertained by the native avian fauna of this outstanding RSPB reserve. 2 common cranes were cruising high overhead.
A Wood Sandpiper and a Greenshank were probing the mud.
A Great White Egret flew across and a bittern took flight to relocate itself in the reed bed. A male Marsh Harrier was skydancing for his intended and my first hobby of the year drifted over us.
Eventually the Hudsonian Godwit was bothered into waking by preening Black Tails inadvertently prodding it with their lengthy bills. It reluctantly had a stretch and wandered several meters to a more peaceful spot and duly went straight back to sleep. I suppose a Trans-Atlantic flight under your own steam is quite a good excuse for being tired.
There was still yet another treat in store as a singing Wood Warbler occasionally revealed itself near the car park.
I arrived home still buzzing 16 hours and 584 miles later. Hats off to Sharpy for a marathon driving session despite the distraction of an ear infection.
What a memorable day!!!