Nipped down to Weld Road at lunchtime today to watch the alba wags feeding on the mud just beyond the barriers.
Best time of the year to try and see if you can distinguish White and Pied Wag calls like all the grown-ups say you can.
Admittedly, the strong, cold wind wasn't the best aid to this wee test, but after 40 minutes sitting and listening to birds down to six feet away, I have to confess I was none the wiser - there were certainly different calls, but as the hyperactive little weasels scurried about constantly, it was hard to work out which call was coming from which birdy.
Or maybe I'm just getting old.
White Wags seem to have a softer call than Pieds, but I wouldn't bet my boots on it.
Appeared to be more female White Wags than males (opposite of early Wheatear movement? Why?), but I've never really bothered to try to sex them in the field before, so it probably means nowt.
Plenty of Mipits and two Reed Buntings feeding on the mud too, with a few Skylarks now and then.
Not much else moving on the coast today in the cold, cold wind, although two Swallows scooted north over the dunes at Ainsdale at about 2pm.
The sea looked promising, but I couldn't pick up anything out of the ordinary beyond the surf as I worked the beach in the pm.
With rain forecast for early doors, then drying up, tomorrow could be far more productive.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...