Later I made another picture of the oystercatchers as they landed on the Protector Beach. This sandy bay is dominated by the wreck of an old wooden minesweeper, after which the beach is named. A tiny fresh-water stream trickles down the beach, and groups of birds congregate there to bathe and drink.
The flock became larger each day as it was joined by birds whose nests had failed. The resident pair would display at the intruders, and then all of them would get excited and join in.