Looking forlorn and stiffening with rigor mortis, the Woodcock was a sad sight on the Old Hall Street pavement.
The bird had collided with the mirrored building on the corner of Leeds Street in Liverpool this morning _ a reminder of just how many of these superb birds move into the area in winter, and frequently come to grief while negotiating (or not) the tall, or reflective office blocks of the city.
Sorry as I was to see the dead bird, it was a good opportunity to study the plumage of an otherwise hard to approach critter.
Such is life _ or rather, death.
The Laughing Gull, part of the country-wide influx of this Yankee, is still at Porth Madoc, while the Ring Billed Gull is predictably sticking it out at Crosby marine lake and a Bittern is at Conway RSPB.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies.
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