I went back for it and about an hour later a flock of avocets appeared.
It was a mix of adults of both sexes (the males have straighter bills), just starting to get some wintry gray in their crowns.
I don't know of a better visual representation of the whoof-whoof-whoof sound that a falcon's wings make when they bank close to you on a still day than the black and white secondary patterns of the avocets.
Finally a little yellow butterfly that caught my eye as the group departed.
I looked it up, turns out it's called Little Yellow. Go figure.
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