Last week I enjoyed some special Monday moments at Titchwell Marsh nature reserve, on the north Norfolk coast. The scrapes and marshes were filled with birds, and the beach - which I had virtually to myself - was littered with thousands (maybe millions?) of razor clam shells.
At the water's edge, a beautiful black-bellied grey plover picked at the sand, while oystercatchers and godwits probed for shellfish and other hidden goodies.
But my real 'magic moment' came when a wheatear popped up among the World War II remnants of bricks and concrete. This charming bird - between a robin and blackbird in size - might have hatched in a nest somewhere in the UK's uplands. Or it might have flown from Scandinavia, Iceland, or even as far away as Greenland! It will continue its journey south to spend winter in Africa. Migration is magical and it's happening all around us right now!