Sorry, forget fast food car parks, here's the young Iceland Gull lingering up at Preston Dock, seen, ticked and papped by Ralph Jones today - thanks for the shots Ralph.
I really must tootle up and have a butchers at it - strange to think it wasn't so long ago (okay, mebbe 20 years or so) that you'd feel short-changed if you didn't score with one of these babies, and the odd brutish Glauc to boot in the gull roost on Marshside One in any given February.
Especially after a big blow.
Now we have to settle for Meds, which are pretty, but let's face it, can't really compare to the digestive biscuity young white wings from the north.
Why have they become so scarce I wonder?
They still turn up faithfully just to the south of us, but seem to have forsaken this locale.
So it was great to see Ralph's shots this evening.
Not done much birding myself - been working down on the beach south of Formby for the last three days, and it's colder than an al fresco Peroni in Varanger (and believe me, I speak from experience).
A few displaced Pinkies, the gull roost has dwindled away and the waders are looking decidedly peaky....even the Carrion Crows look non-plussed.
What I wouldn't have given to have seen Derek Forshaw's Rough Leg yesterday - excellent record Derek, a real quality raptor - that'd defrost anyone's extremities.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies....