In between towing out 1.5 billion stranded cars from the soft sand on Ainsdale beach over the last few days (just call me "Mr Plow"), I've been checking the mosses for an hour or so each evening for the last two nights, after Neil Roberts scored with a Black Kite drifting north west at 3pm on Saturday.
No joy for me unfortunately, I fear the raptor is long gone, but at least the fledged broods of local Swallows are perfecting their trapeze artist skills on overhead wires.
Whitethroats are still singing away on Plex with Corn Bunting and Yellowhammer, and the Buzzards are a-circling and hovering.
Few small evening roosts of Curlews, and Raven and Peregrine on Downholland yesterday.
Back on the beach, a steady trickle of Red Admirals and Painted Ladies has been going on for the last few days, with all butterflies heading north east, and one or two Sandwich Terns are beginning to join the gull roosts on Ainsdale, when there's not too many people about.
Off for two days now, so when I've got my computer fixed, it'll be time for some serious birding.
I miss my photo-editing software.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...