Gave the bushes and dunes around Cabin Hill a good hammering today under the delusion of finding a few unusual passage migrants, but with the wind freshening from the west, it was a forlorn hope.
Still I don't get down here as often as I used to, so revisiting the old site was justification enough for the walk.
The successful Stonechat family were zipping about the southern end of the grazing area, at least 6 birds at any one time, but only a few mipits were passing overhead.
Slightly more encouraging were the three Whinchats (an adult and two juvs) in the middle of the grazing area, lovely to see, but birds which had absolutely no intention of coming any closer to me, so I had to make do with this blurry record shot of one of the youngsters before I left them in peace.
Linnets and Goldfinches on the wires too, as were plenty of corvids - Jackdaws and particularly seedy looking Carrion Crows, which probably kept all the mega-rares that I couldn't find, deep in cover instead of perching up on the scrub.
With just three Whinchats to show for migrant hunting, I cracked and headed down to the shore for high tide, where a compact, but perfectly formed roost of waders was dozing away.
Using the high tideline debris as cover I got pretty close without freaking them out, and I'm pleased to say, left without flushing them too.
Very smug Dempsey.
Grey Plover, Barwits, Knot, Sanderling, Ringed Plover, Dunlin and a few Turnstone were all crowded together as the tide gently edged up the beach.
Offshore, the Crosby lightbuoy was decked in roosting Cormorants like the skeletal remains of last year's marine Christmas tree. Not much else moving offshore though, but then, there usually isn't here - Formby Point would have been better for seabirds today, and if the south westerly maintains, or even manages to get a bit stronger, the high tide could repay the effort tomorrow, or possibly on Wednesday.
The walk back through the ivy covered trees of the old Cabin Hill farm site was uneventful, apart from a female Sprawk hunting the scrub, a few Red Admirals and numerous Woodpigeons clattering out of the branches every few feet.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...