The Grey Phalarope popped up on the small boating pool at Crosby Marina this morning at about 10.45am, as widely expected.
Bumped into it while we were doing the rounds, but with the wind still blasting in from the north west the bird was very flighty, repeatedly trying to land and feed on the waves before taking off again to frantically flap over the choppy waters.
Such a distinctive flight - fast wingbeats that never seem to take its tubby frame anywhere.
It fed briefly in the shallows at the northern end, but in the hail, rain and hooley I couldn't get any decent pix.
By 11am it had disappeared, presumably to lie low in some sheltered corner - I thought phalaropes could handle the rough seas, so this performance on a windswept lake was decidedly poor.
Big girl's blouse phalarope.
Things quietened down by lunchtime and the phal reappeared on the small lake again in better conditions.
I lay down at the waterside and it swam past me inches away, calling occasionally before hauling out on the shallow northern corner again for a good preen.
This gave me the chance to get a few decent shots of this perpetual motion machine.
Then after a quick wash and brush up, it was off feeding again against the sheltered eastern wall of the pool.
Few vestiges of peachy feathering still visible around the chin.
It was still on the pool at 3.30pm, so with luck should be around tomorrow.
A little cracker, despite the wimpy behaviour earlier.
The main marina wasn't bad today either, with the two Shag, Tuftie flock, 7 Goldeneye, Great Crested Grebe, imm male Red Breasted Merg and Scaup joined by at least 12 Pochard.
A Grey Wag was feeding around the northern edge, and the beach foreshore still held Linnets, Pied Wags and Skylarks.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...