As we walked out the spit, we also passed this Rock Pipit with a billfull of groceries, looking this way and that but not daring to head for the nest. After taking loads of shots, it occurred to me that maybe I was the threat that was keeping him/her from heading to the nest, so I walked on out to the end of the spit and watched the terns across the sound.
Oh, and the rebar the bird is perched on is part of what's left of the fish-drying racks that used to be out on this spit.