Busy old week in the real world this week, so I've not had much chance for 'blogification.
That said, I don't think I'm missing a great deal along the coast at the moment, it seems darn quiet, but I'll try to get out this weekend.
Pink feet are moving back through the area from Norfolk, and a faltering Song Thrush has joined the Robin/Wren/Dunnock chorus at Dempsey Towers.
Great Tits have been singing for at least a fortnight now _someone should tell them this is meant to be a cold winter.
There's good numbers of Grey and Red Legged Partridge out on Plex Moss apparently, and I expect the Water Pipit/Laughing Gull/Black Scoter menu is still available on the North Wales coast (has someone superglued this trio in place?).
There was a Black Redstart at the Little Orme in the week _ remember when they used to sing from the top of the Pumphouse chimney in the Albert Dock?
High tides this weekend mean it could be good for a seawatch for scoter and grebes, if the wind drops and the sea flattens out that is _ Formby Point is a likely spot, unless you make the drive down to Llanfairfechan, where there's a wider range of species, and a very good cafe for an all day breakfast afterwards just up the road.
Listening to the radio driving in this morning (if sane people would describe 5.30am as morning at this time of year) I hear British boffins _ is there a better word in the English language? _ believe the bird 'flu virus has mutated...
Cue widespread panic, distrust of anything with feathers, and a flurry of phone calls asking me if it's safe to go to Martin Mere.
Safer than eating too many all day breakfasts, that's for sure.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies.
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