Picked up Bazzo just before noon from Victoria Road, Freshfield, after his morning seawatch (see comment on previous entry), and headed out onto the mosses in search of geese.
Finding them wasn't a problem - about 5,000 birds on the Withins, but the gale force winds and blasts of November sun made checking them pretty difficult.
When the sun came out, all bills/legs were silvery, and despite a bit of re-positioning, we just couldn't get decent views of the whole flock of Pinks.
One bird with a white neck collar - 47 C - otherwise a horde of windswept Pinkies rose and fell over the fields before us.
Tried Downholland, Plex and Carr Moss, but they were empty as the winds touched force 8.
Good flock of Fieldfare on Plex though.
As Bazzo said, "Some days you get diamonds, other days you get stones."
If there's one thing worse than a fruitless afternoon of checking Pinkies, it's a fruitless afternoon of checking Pinkies with an Irishman in a philosophical mood.
Should the winds hold, the marsh could be good over the high tides this weekend.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...