Didn't get down to Marshside till late today - long after the hides had shut, so had to make do with enjoying the frankly manic behaviour of the male Whitethroat whose territory includes the scrub beside Sandgrounders.
Singing away like it was still April, with display flights and near constant babbling - crazed looking birds when in full flow.
Sing, sing, sing, have a quick preen, then sing some more...
He put the Sedgies to shame, which were only beginning to tune up for the evening.
Fledged young Meadow Pipits in the Sandplant compound now, using begging for food calls that were unsettlingly like the call of a flyover Yellow Wagtail - hmm, must remember that one.
About five Linnets and a mountain biker in there too.
A pair of House Sparrows between Sandgrounders and Marshside Road, presumably on a foray from the housing estate.
A 'scope down Marshside One from the Junction Pool end revealed the water in front of Nels to be a Blackwit, Avocet and Gadwall soup, with a heavy seasoning of Dunlin and Ringed Plover - like I said a day or so ago, it really is looking great.
Still Painted Ladies everywhere, but the movement is certainly a lot lighter on the coast now.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...