The DTs (dotterel tremens) were really playing up this morning, as a consequence of a brisk south westerly and rain.
I know it's early for 'em to turn up on Plex, but if they can make it as far as Fife in the last few days, I don't see why the little darlings couldn't flout convention this one time, especially as conditions looked so good.
Several grounded Wheatears scattered about here and there this morning, and Willow Warbler and Blackcap singing as I came on from Ainsdale, with Swallows hawking insects aorund the cattle.
But no Dotterel.
This is of course perfectly normal - the odds of 'em turning up are a gazillion to one usually, and even given the right weather, they only shorten to a billion to one.
But they keep dragging me back to stare at the vastness of Plex's ploughed fields on the off-chance something more than Lapwings, Woodpigeons, Stock Dove and gamebirds lurk therein.
Been almost three years since I saw 'em here last (the pic below helps the fading memory), but they're worth the wait...
Today's fruitless search was enlivened by an approach from the Lancashire Constabulary, who felt I looked a bit suspicious.
Once I'd identified myself and explained the nature of Dotterel obsession, any looks of suspicion on the PC's face quickly changed to abject pity, and he left me to my fate.
As a sucker for punishment, I left the moss around midday, but returned at 1530 for another session of pain.
Plenty of Common Buzzards on the wing and Wheatears and Swallows, but little else apart from the usual.
God, I hope they turn up again this year - I've got it bad again.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...