Came across this cracking, if rather damp, Short Eared Owl this afternoon as I trawled the mosses.
Sitting out in the open, and glaring at passing Red Legged Partridges and Mallards, presumably it had decided to wait out a particularly heavy shower until better hunting weather came along.
After a bit of a preen, the bird flew a few feet to the edge of the field and began sweeping the adjacent ditch with its laser beam yellow eyes.
I thought it might start hunting, but clearly the owl wasn't in the mood, probably still cold and wet, so I left it dozing by the ditch, no doubt dreaming of voles the size of cats.
Mosses were fairly quiet otherwise - I'd gone out in the hope the rain might have brought down a trip of Dotterel, but it wasn't to be - five Golden Plover flying away at a distance got the adrenalin going for a few seconds when I saw their black bellies, but I calmed down once I heard the calls.
A further fine flock of 37 Goldies on the Withins included some full on summer plumage birds.
Wheatears here and there, including a group of seven on Plex, which had the usual Grey Partridge, Corn Bunts and Yellowhammers.
Thought more would have been moving through - yesterday Swallows were racing north along the coast, and Sarnie Terns feeding offshore at Ainsdale - maybe we'll get more hirundines etc tomorrow.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...