The shorebird’s wings were aching. He’d finally arrived on Brighton beach and the familiar smell of vinegared chips and sun cream welcomed him back home. The sunshine was back and although he was a tired bird, he was happy to be home.

His childhood memories flooded back to him as he walked across the rocky sea edge. Where was his old friend Bobby and cheeky Charlie these days?

The shorebird took a deep breath and the sea air filled his small, yet perfectly crafted lungs. He was content. The winter was over and he would soon be seeing Mother bird again. When the month of June arrived, joy came, and all the pieces of his bird-shaped world began to stick back together. If you were to look closely at the little bird, you might see the edges of his beak rise into a smile.

He stepped on the sand, and squeaked as he felt it, warm on his claws. This beach was the best! What a treat! Then he remembered that he was here to find Mother bird.

He turned against the wind, and used it as his messenger. With a high pitched whistle, he sent out his loving Shorebird song.