Field Wagtail
The shores of autumn are far beyond the coasts of spring when the flowers bloom. Although the poet Haizi once wrote the famous poem "Facing the Sea, Spring And Blossoming" with full enthusiasm. The young poet put the expectation of the future on tomorrow, and he longed for happiness to come overnight. If you come to the coast in the early morning of poetic autumn, stand in the yellow sand and wild grass that has accumulated for thousands of years, take a deep breath of air with the smell of the sea, and experience the sea, your expectation of this coast will not stop at the expectation of spring. That day, I came to the shore, and I stood in such a place, also facing the sea. At the foot is a grass beach that still retains its natural state, which is already very rare. The power of modern man, always trying to turn the coast into a balustrade and granite pattern. Don't you know that the scarcity of natural grass beaches on the coastline of thousands of miles will become a valuable resource? This resource is indispensable to people and birds.
East Asian stone
The white dew was thick, and the dew beads hung between the blades of grass. The silk in the spider web shone silver white, seemed to become thick, and after accurate calculation of the angle of the cobweb, it shone with shimmer. The sun has just risen. The black-throated stone had risen early and had already jumped on the stems of several tall grasses, because the position of the station was tilted upwards, and the grass stems were pressed a little inclined. Distributed in the eastern region of China, now often known as east Asian stone, "Chinese Bird Observation Manual" according to the new classification revision, has been the original black-throated stone 3 subspecies divided into two, distributed in the west and plateau areas of 2 subspecies, still according to the original name of black-throated stone, distributed in the eastern region of the subspecies independent species, that is, known as East Asian stone. In the description of the habitat, it is very simple to take a sentence, "like a black-throated stone, but not on the plateau". Not being on the plateau has become a geographical distribution feature, because the difference in morphology between the two is very small. This is the so-called geographical isolation that leads to the formation of new species, rising from subspecies to species.
A young brown-backed Burrow
Dai Sheng, who was chased, was somewhat frightened
After all, the East Asian stone slugs are passers-by, only 1 to 2 are seen, and the owner of the grass beach seems to be the field wren. This kind of wren, also known as the Li's wren, stands tall and tall, and looks very much like a tree wren, which does not look as proud as the field wren, and seems to be more timid. The field wren spends most of the summer on this grassy beach, and it belongs to the summer migratory birds and breeds here. They are hidden in pairs of threes and twos, hidden in the grass, and if people walk in the grass, it is difficult to try to get close. Before it could be seen, it had taken off at an angle greater than 45°, pulled up to a height of six floors or higher, and landed at another nearby location. Take off with a slight call. Among grassland birds, it is rare to have such a posture as a field wren when standing. Spotted plovers would do this, but not yet so erect. The crested lark also likes this habitat, and it does not have such a posture. The wrens sometimes move on completely bare sand, presumably enjoying walking. After about 8 o'clock, they are not so active.
Orange soybean powder butterfly
cobweb
The sea breeze is slightly cool and the waves are gentle. A brown-backed Burrow roared in a pine tree on the edge of the grassy beach, probably thinking it was the master of it. The call of brown-backed Burrow is not simply morning exercise, it is sometimes deliberately teasing other birds, in fact, although it likes meat, it can only catch a few bugs, and it is difficult to eliminate a small bird. That said, it's eager to try. Two Dai Sheng did not know when to appear, one of them was targeted by the brown-backed Berau, the brown-backed Berau tried to approach, Dai Sheng quickly flew up, but did not pull up the height, Berau chased, but not fierce, far less sharp than other birds of prey. It looked like a game, but Dai Sheng was still very alert after landing on the ground, obviously a little afraid of it. The hoarse voice of the brown-backed Berlau is a kind of intimidation, the beak looks sharp, and although Dai Sheng has a big mouth, he will not use it as a weapon. The two birds are about the same size, and the brown-backed Burrow is cloaked in a fierce illusion, flaunting its might and somewhat deterrent effect.
Brown fan-tailed warblers on grassy beaches
In the grass, an orange soybean butterfly flutters and falls on the leaves of wormwood. The thick dew and the low temperature at night make this beautiful pink butterfly sleepy, and now that the sun is shining and the temperature is rising, it wakes up, struggles to climb to a high place, stretches its wings, fully accepts some sunlight, and activates the logistics of life in the body. After a while, it will dance, and the coastal grass beach will further reveal the beauty of the autumn coast because of the dotted with a few gorgeous orange and soybean powder butterflies. Sparrows are everywhere, perhaps because of them, attracting two kestrels hovering high in the air. The kestrel looks down at the ground from a high altitude, and with the air current it fully unfolds its tail feathers, circling in a large arc, looking down, searching for targets. Without paying attention, the air currents bring it above the estuary of the river, and then it flaps its wings slightly, returning to land with minimal energy consumption. Suddenly it descended in height, as if to find something, hovering, at which point the frequency of flapping of the wings increased, and the whole body became transparent against the background of the clear sky. Suddenly, the wings converged, the tail feathers were together, and the air current pushed it into the distance.
Kestrels hover in the air
Brown-backed Berau returned to the small pine tree, standing on a high branch, pulling his throat and shouting incoherently, in the realm of declaration. Outside the pine trees is the estuary. The tide has long since receded far, and it is time for the tide to begin to rise. A group of a dozen or so large sandpipers flew from the open sea and landed on the shore of a stream of water. The tide is early, and the sandpipers have already eaten enough. On the bare mudflat, there are several white-waisted sandpipers wandering in the distance, and the blue-footed sandpipers on the water's edge are walking and stopping, all leisurely. Several Mongolian sand plovers ran at a rapid pace, bringing to life the dark and heavy mud. Mongolian sand plovers and ring-necked plovers have always trotted along the way, and they seem to have been born not to walk slowly. When running, the body leans forward and stretches its neck, probably because of this forward-leaning posture, so that it can only run fast. Only when you stop, you will stand up straight and retract your neck. A Mongolian sand plover pecked out a half-cut sea earthworm (sand silkworm) from the silt and was spotted by a nearby red-billed gull, who immediately came over and tried to rob it, and the sand plover ran faster and farther.
Mongolian sand plover
Always run in such a posture
A piece of mud near the shore is a world of small crabs and mudskippers. Because there are no sandpipers to disturb, the little crabs are busy in and out of the hole. A large man lies near the water, alternating left and right to deliver things to the mouth. Those small crabs the size of corn kernels are also busy eating. Everyone is making the most of the time when the tide is receding. The last time I came, I saw a white-waisted sandpiper with a long curved mouth pecking a crab out of the mud, and the small crab also tried to fight with the sandpiper, and was wheeled back and forth by the big mouth of the white-waisted sandpiper, and it was swallowed by the slug without moving. Some of the intertidal benthic creatures are hidden deeply, and the crab is the large long beak of the large sandpiper, the white-waisted sandpiper and the middle sandpiper, which is a weapon specifically designed to deal with them. Various plovers vary in size, with long and short beaks, straight and curved, inserted into the sediment in different depths and angles, thus forming their own different food categories, and the food chain food web is thus interlaced and woven.
The white-waisted sandpiper catches a small crab and is chased by a red-billed gull
Swallow dates
Small crabs on a mudflat
In the distance, I watched the tide push wave after wave to the shore, and the tide started. The tides rise and fall, the power of the tides comes from beyond the earth, and the happiness that the poet expects needs to be created by himself. The coast will not be static, the biological world on the barren grass beach also has four seasons, the pink butterflies are white and yellow, the birds come and go and come, and what remains unchanged is that every year there will be such autumn colors, autumn coasts.
Mudskippers