Headed out onto Plex early this evening after another manic day on the coast (where do all these people come from???), but by then the westerly wind had really picked up and was ripping across the flat farmland.
Still a fair bit of work going on in the fields, which doesn't bode too well for Operation Dotterel, but you've gotta try.
Good numbers of hirundines hawking low, with a scattering of Wheatears cowering in the furrows out of the wind, and Lapwings freaking out at the local Buzzards, wheeling, wailing and tumbling.
Last few days a young Peregrine has been adding to their worries (and a Merlin is still lingering out there).
Whitethroats singing away despite the wind, and a few White and Pied Wags, plus all the usual farmland stuff.
Five Whimbrel dropping into the fields nearer Carr Moss was nice, but I think I need a bit of rain to ground the Dotterels - otherwise they'll keep flying through to touch down in some godless area of the Pennines - c'mon boys and girls, Plex is best!
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...