Raw cold around the Sands Lake at Ainsdale this afternoon, but it didn't stop the resident Coots starting to call, display and fight like crazy, slashing out with their big galooty feet.
Each bout of scrapping was followed by a lull, when birds would preen, before sailing off over the water, heads and necks lowered for the next clash.
Things were a bit more difficult for the 3 Little Grebes as about two thirds of the lake had a thin coating of ice, and they were having to dive under and smash through it as they searched for prey.
Looked more than a bit bracing.
Elsewhere on the water, 68 Tufties, 2 drake Pochard and 14 Shoveler, plus the usual Mute Swans and attendant Black Headed Gulls, waiting for the next bread drop around the car park.
15 Fieldfares overhead, presumably on their way into the Birkdale reserve, a few Robins and the pre-roost gathering of Magpies starting to build up at about 4pm.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...