Ta to Rich Steel (link on the right) for sending me these superb shots of the young Velvet Scoter at Barrow Lodge, Clitheroe...dunno if the bird was still there today, but views like this certainly make a change from the usual white wing flashes scudding low over the Irish Sea in a November hooley.
This baby showed a near insatiable appetite for freshwater mussels (each to his own), apparently eating almost as many of them as the burgers and fries consumed by birders in a nearby fast food joint....
Closer to home, Crosby Marine Lake was quiet-ish, with Turnstone, Lapwing, Curlew etc feeding on the grass, and still at least 100 Tufties with a single male Scaup (finally one jumps the fence again), Great Crested Grebe and about 20 Goldeneye.
No sign of the Ring Billed Gull on the beach (it was in the roost again on Christmas Eve), despite McCann and I grilling the gulls way past sundown.
A Greenshank, heading north up the water's edge was unexpected at lunchtime, as was the first dumped xmas tree of the season!
A fly-tipping record perhaps?
Couldn't they at least have waited until we knocked together the annual recycling collection pen? I mean to say, the turkey is barely cold, and there are many more crackers to be pulled yet.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...