What a bird..... during a quiet sea-watch in mid-September, I took a wander onto the Brigg end, in case the small groups of common waders had pulled in anything special (after recent success with e.g. Curlew Sandpipers). Cue this gorgeous Little Stint trotting among a handful of Dunlin, all of which almost immediately flushed to avoid the incoming tide - only to land effectively at my feet.
Locally less than annual, even a brief view would've done just fine, but to have the bird not only ignore my movements but for it to actually approach to within a couple of metres was absolute magic, and for me, quintessentially Filey.
