After an increasingly frustrating afternoon missing the bird by literally about 30 seconds about four or five times, I was happy when I finally got onto the bird as it moved out along the sandbank. Unfortunately, it was fairly distant, the sun was behind it, the wind was wobbling my tripod, and the bird refused to stay still, constantly moving and flying 100 or so yards along the shore every minute or two, usually to directly in front of the sun...
I took two shots. As you can see, neither was really worth taking.
