Came across my first Dark Green Fritillaries of the year on Fiday - the poor things (two of 'em) were having the Devil's own job of clinging onto Purple Clover in search of food as the brisk south westerly ripped through a narrow gap in the southern dune system at Ainsdale.
Cracking butterflies though.
Common Blue, Small Tortoiseshell and two Gatekeepers were experiencing the same problems, and the gorgeous Frit closest to me expended a fair bit of energy to manoeuvre round the cloverhead so it could open its splendid wings properly.
BIrdwise it was predictably quiet - MIpits, Skylarks, Kestrel and Whitethroat, although a dashing but brief Cuckoo heading south at a fair whack early morning added something of a spark.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...