Nipped down to Marshside today, but it was blowing mad as a lorry, so I spent most of my time looking at the Little Gulls at the Junction Pool.
Reed Warbler and Percy Sledge singing away there, despite the reeds and scrub being battered into submission by the wind, but the Little Gulls - all first summer birds - had no problems, pattering along the muddy edges after insects, almost like Leach's Petrels.
Dwarfed by the BHGs, and occasionally chased by 'em, there were three Little Gulls there today, with plenty of Swifts hawking low in the strong winds.
No sign of the nasty partially albino bird today, which has returned for it's umpteenth year - one to be very careful with for any potential Alpine claimers!
Avocets and chick doing the paparazzi thing in front of Sandgrounders, otherwise too blowy for any real action...just a shame the gale didn't coincide with high tides.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...