Time was mighty short today, so I zipped across onto Carr Moss to see how many Whoopers were still out there.
Answer: Quite a lot - At least 230 were feeding or sleeping in fields behind Holt Farm as the sun began to sink - but there were probably more out of sight.
About 1,000 Pink Feet there too.
Nothing out of the ordinary in them though.
In the distance through the 'scope I could see good numbers of Fieldfares flying up into the hawthorns behind Plex Moss House - presumably the same flock that Jellyhead Jackson had yesterday, or part of it anyhow.
One or two Buzzards and Kestrels about, and a Merlin put the fear of God into a band of Woodpigeons as they were starting to roost in a covert when it came ripping through low and mean.
That'll give 'em nightmares for a while, or until they find the next bit of grain to guzzle at least.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...