Despite the westerly ripping over Marshside today, I gave it a quick dabble in the early afternoon, just in case something struggled through the migration-blocking wind direction (don't worry, the wind drops tomorrow).
Not surprisingly, I've seen more movement in the Lazy Sloth Sleeping Marathon, but one of two Chiffchaffs on Hesketh Golf Course kept on resolutely singing, two Sand Martins heroically battled past the Sandgrounders Hide (although they were going south), and there were two female Wheatears on the southern side of the Sandplant.
Judging by SiG's comment on the previous entry, a sizeable pulse of Wheatears clearly came through after I left - but that's Spring for you. The Oystercatchers made it into the "wader porn" gallery for this year, with jiggery-pokery right in front of Sandgrounders Hide, and there were the usual Little Egrets and Avocets about among the Lapwings and Blackwits coming into summer plumage.
Only two copies of "Wild Merseyside" left for sale at Sandgrounders now, but I'll get some more in next week - thanks for everyone who has bought a copy so far...much appreciated.
Two Merlins lifted the afternoon ennui briefly when they tore through Marshside Two and Crossens Inner, but although one knocked a Starling down, it fumbled the catch on the deck and the bird escaped, shaken, and I should imagine, considerably stirred.
Called it a day mid-afternoon and headed home to watch Mrs D lose her shirt on the Grand National.
Someone really should tell her that there's more to betting on the gee-gees than putting all your money on number 8, just because it's your favourite number.
Here's hoping for better luck tomorrow.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...