Slightly clearing skies meant I had just enough time this afternoon to nip over onto Downholland Moss to check out the goose flock, feeding on the fields between there and Plex.
There were thousands of 'em - at least 7,000 birds as I arrived at about 4.30pm, with small skeins coming and going all the time.
Unfortunately most were pretty distant, and it took a good 45 minutes to find the Ross's Goose, feeding right at the back of the sloping field behind the fishing lake amongst the stubble and uncut crops.
Imagination is the key with the picture above - you can just see the Ross's Goose's white back in the centre of this pic - unless it's a windblown shopping bag....
Joking aside, the bird was very distant, and while you could make out the black wingtips, small bill and stocky neck etc, I must admit I thought it looked rather "long" for a Ross's - presumably it was showing a lot better earlier in the day, when the windchill wasn't plummeting as dusk edged in.
Jellyhead Jackson was happy anyway - Ross's was a Lancs tick for the great man (on the official Marshside's Finest "mad b*stard" list at least, which includes dicey wildfowl, iffy raptors, shipjumpers etc, and is kept separate from our proper "grown-up" lists).
Actually it was quite a social afternoon - Steve Riley popped down, as did Chris Tynan and Mr Jelly, so chatting about the incredible "Yankee" autumn the south west and Ireland is having at least took our minds off the cold (let's face it, anyone whose heart isn't warmed by the thought of a Philly Vireo is probably dead already).
Two Buzzards over Downholland, with a further bird on Plex, where I startled a covey of 32 Red Legged Partridges on the track on the way home.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...