A colour-ringed Herring Gull nice and close at Weld Road as I passed on the way to a job today; I paused to check it out and was delighted to see that a combination of first glance and a trick of the eye meant the ring sequence (yellow on black/dark green) appeared to spell out a fine crudite, sadly over-used and much devalued in recent years (Ricky Tomlinson, come on down).
I must be honest, I'm pretty sure I've come across this Herring Gull before, but given the mood I'm in at the moment I couldn't be "R4RS-ed" to check through my records - don't suppose anyone else recognises the sequence?
Given the colour scheme, I'm assuming it's a bird ringed on the Ribble or thereabouts, but I could be wrong.
For once I managed to get a reasonable "digi-binned" shot, and I suppose that in itself is cause for celebration.
The nasty cold wind kinda stopped passage in its tracks along the coast, although I heard the odd feeble stutterings from Chiffies and Blackcaps in several sheltered corners, and a single Wheatear was on the Green Beach, where a Common Buzzard hovered in the stiffening breeze.
Good to see an adult Gannet cutting through the drizzle in the morning murk of a falling tide off Shore Road.
Most striking was a flock of 54 Turnstones I came across on the beach down at Ravenmeols near lunchtime.
Presumably migrating birds, they stayed tight at the base of the frontal dunes as they picked at flotsam and jetsam looking for food.
One bird was in full white-crowned summer plumage, but let's face it, digi-binning does have its limitations...
Can't remember when I saw a flock that big on the North Sefton coast before, but they were long gone when I passed the area again 45 minutes later.
Luckily, other folk have been sending me pix that are in focus this week, to brighten up an otherwise blurry blog entry.
Dave McAleavy got this shot of a female Pheasant monopolising his bird table - smart enough to dodge the guns, but it may mean a reinforcing job on the table...
And Alec Munro sent me this sequence of a pair of Mute Swans off Nels Hide indulging in some Marshside hardcore before the temperatures dropped towards the norm.
I met Alec on Sunday, when he'd left the blistering heat of Nairn to spend a bit of time with Tropical Thomason and co down here.
Great pix all - thanks for sending them to me.
Is it me, or has that "heart-shaped necks" thing become a Pavlovian reaction by all loved-up Mute Swans to a camera these days?
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...