Inspired by Duncan Rothwell's excellent ringing return on a colour ringed BHG (see comment, previous entry), I took a look at the gulls on Ainsdale beach during a break today - no darvic rings jumping out at me, and to be honest, the three roosts were pretty lethargic, if not unconscious for most of the time.
The usual common five species barely moved until a visitor tossed a load of stale bread out of a car.
Not much else to occupy the attention today though - a Wheatear was on the Rainford's track up at Marshside early doors, and a Greenshank was calling on the flats north of the pier late morning.
Certainly a bit of passage on the coast this morning - Skylarks, Mipits, Redwings calling overhead.
Most interesting - certainly most frustrating - was what sounded very much like a Firecrest calling in the White Poplar scrub at the north east corner of the Sands Lake as I slowed to turn down toward the beach at 1315 - too busy to go look for it, but if anyone is around that way, it's certainly worth keeping it on the radar.
Offshore looked grey, cold and a whole lot calmer than recent days, but all I saw was a few strings of Common Scoter tazzing by, and inevitable flights of Cormorants - it'll take more than that to get the Black Dog off my back.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...