Standing on the edge of the estuary, something hit me on the top of my head.
Looking down, there was a baby Bream wriggling around on the ground.
I picked it up and threw it back into the water.
Alas, although it did attempt to swim, ended up on it’s back, not really going anywhere.
Very quickly, a seagull swooped and baby Bream was once again assailed in the beak of it’s murderer.