Nipped over to Martin Mere this afternoon to see if the thaw was kicking in yet - it was, but only just, as large expanses of water are still frozen solid.
Pinkies feeding on the fields around Martin Mere, and a few dropping into the reserve.
Called in at the In Focus shop, where Tony Disley was on duty, scrutinised by a carpet of Whoopers slipping about on the ice.
The store has sold out of copies of "Wild Merseyside" again, so thanks to everyone who is still buying the book, and thanks to all at the store for flogging it.
You can get hold of a copy online at the link above if your existence is still blighted by the yawning black abyss that is life without "Wild Merseyside", but I'll try and get a few more copies into In Focus asap.
Out on the mere, about 50 Ruff were looking miserable on the frozen waters, and small numbers of Wigeon, Teal etc were huddled up in the bays.
Lots of Shelduck roosting on the ice today though.
Just beneath the hide, stressed out male Pintails were tussling over melt-water to drink.
The Whoopers were bending low to drink the stuff too - must be mighty hard on a neck like that, but they didn't seem to mind.
Plenty of finches and titmice in the trees, with one of the three nasty hybrid Ruddy/Cape Shelducks dozing on the ice.
Walked down to the Janet Kear hide for a look at the feeders, in the hope I could blag a Brambling or two, but although there were many finches, Tree Sparrows, titmice etc about, no Bramblings came in while I was there.
The Tree Sparrows were more forthcoming, rooting about in the soft ground under the feeders for discarded seeds.
Once my feet started to get cold, I began to ponder on the folly of sitting in a hide watching feeders, when I could sit at home watching feeders AND drink cold beer in front of a blazing fire at the same time.
No contest - it was time to head back to Dempsey Towers.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...