Pushing it one day too far was always a risk, but the westerly was still holding up around force 4-5 this morning, so Neill and I headed down to the radar tower at Seaforth today, hunching down into the rocks for a seawatch between noon and 2pm.
Much calmer than the last few days (no risk to clergy whatsoever) and consequently a hell of a lot quieter - one or two Leach's had sneaked out of the rivermouth before we got down, and a few were off Hilbre today, but the big movement of birds has clearly dried up.
Scoping silently, both musing on how dead it was but neither of us saying it, was the order of the day.
One Little Gull, a Great Crested Grebe and about 8 Common Scoter amongst the Cormorants and Common Gulls was the best I managed.
We didn't even see the QE2.
The marine lake at Crosby had at least 5 Great Crested Grebes, a flock of Tufties and Blackwit and Redshank overhead, while a huge flock of Pink Feet rose on the fields behind Crosby - thousands of birds.
Time for a goose check I guess.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...