Nipped over onto Plex Moss at lunchtime as the sun began to heat up, in the hope of connecting with a few migrants, unfortunately, no one told the migrants.
Just one singing Chiffchaff and a trickle of Meadow Pipits.
That was it.
At least the butterflies made an effort, with Comma, Small Tortoiseshell and Peacock all on the wing.
On Station Lane, a female Sparrowhawk was being reminded by two Carrion Crows that there's no such thing as a free lunch, as it tried to pluck a freshly caught pigeon in peace.
They pestered and harried the accipiter for a good 20 minutes as I scoped the drama through a vicious heat shimmer.
Eventually the Sprawk gave up her dinner and backed off, leaving the crows to enjoy what was left of the carcass.
No sooner had they got the pigeon, when one of the local Common Buzzards came swooping in for a spot of scavenging, sending the Carrion Crows scattering.
The crows were back within seconds, and unlike the Sprawk, which had cleared off in a sulk, the Buzzard lacked the tenacity to hold onto the prize and hopped out of the way as soon as the crows edged in, leaving them to clean up, as it flopped away over the ploughed, Wheatear-less fields.
Aside from that, it was quiet, plenty of Lapwings and Oycs, Shelducks, Stock Doves and a few Corn Bunts...nowt else.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...