What the Corn Bunting may lack in sexual charisma, it undoubtedly makes up for in, well, sloth.
Watched a group of nine birds this afternoon on Engine lane, Altcar, as they did very little, apart from blinking in the sun. One tried a spot of singing, but gave up once the clouds rolled in again.
Two Buzzards mewing about sppoked a winter flock of Skylarks, but Brown Hares were getting frisky in the fields.
Over on Plex Moss, still 70 odd Fiedlfares, a hunting Merlin and hundreds of Pinkies drifting over, to pitch down in the stubble of Carr Moss to the north.
Mistle Thrush rattling around too, plus Litte Egret and Stonechat, and small groups of Woodpigeons and Stock Doves displaced by Saturday shooting.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes tothe skies...