In from the North Sea: Woodcock

'With ruffling feathers, two tired woodcock hug the ground, facing into the storm as the north wind lashes in from the sea, scattering the breakers and sand and bowing the bents before it. They rest, wearily, amid the meagre shelter of the dunes close to a withering thistle that has temporarily surrendered to the seasonal adversity of such a place. Once rested and when the storm abated, they will move quickly further inland to more charitable solitudes in which to spend the winter.'
(J. Southern, op. cit. p. 110)