With unerring incompetence I forgot it was a Saturday in winter time as I headed out onto Plex Moss this afternoon - lots of 4x4s, beaters and shooters (another tweed sandwich madam?) meant the calm, watery November sun peace and quiet would inevitably be shattered by the sound of gunfire at some point.
Hordes of Red Legged Partridge and Pheasant, with squadrons of Woodpigeons were hiding on the eastern side of the moss, away from the hunters, where a Buzzard was tucking into a nice bit of carrion.
20 odd Rooks around Station Lane, with Yellowhammers on the Haskayne Cutting as you would expect.
Few Kestrels hunting and Mistle Thrushes here and there, but no Redwing or Fieldfare, and not a sniff of any Pinkies.
That's how it goes sometimes.
Eyes to the skies everyone eyes to the skies...