While Mrs D was admiring Jays and Greater 'Peckers in the garden at Dempsey Towers this morning, I was contemplating this - the biggest Conger Eel I've seen, albeit deader than Elvis, on the beach at Formby Point today.
The GBBs and Carrion Crows had been at it before we arrived, but it was still pretty impressive - measuring 78 inches from tip to tail.
The spade doesn't belong to the eel by the way - I just put it in the pic to get some scale (if you'll pardon the pun).
Now I don't know a lot about Congers, apart from my Dad once warning me against swimming in a river in Eire one night in case they dragged me down to the weedy depths...
Around the same time, he also told me he flew a Spitfire at the Battle of the Little Big Horn, and only failed to save General Custer 'cos he had to refuel (man, was I disappointed when I finally got round to reading "Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee").
So in retrospect, I suspect the Conger gen might just have been a ruse to keep a small boy entertained on a wet Tipperary evening.
But is a six foot Conger usual along our coast? How much would it weigh?
Any salty sea dog sea fishermen out there with relevant, non-native American persecution related info, please let me know.
Apart from sea monsters, the beach was pretty quiet today - a bins-only scan of a flat calm Liverpool Bay at 3pm however revealed 7-800 Common Scoter offshore, 11 Great Crested Grebes and a fine adult winter white Med Gull coming in to join a small roost in the shallows.
Hmm...those scoter are mighty tempting - may have to bring a 'scope next time I'm working down there, and of course, some charcoal to barbecue the Conger.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...