Got onto the beach at Ainsdale before work this morning with the westerly roaring in and the rising tide boiling.
The knackered Kittiwake above had joined the commoner species sheltering around the parking area posts and stayed most of the day, looking seriously the worse for wear.
Nice red socks though, in homage to its rarer Bering Sea relative.
Up to 40 Sandwich Terns looking truly miserable, doubtless wondering why they hadn't headed south sooner, but as is always the case at Ainsdale, the sea was too rough and elevation too low to pick up anything offshore other than a single adult Gannet and Manx Shearwater, the latter looking as uniformly dark as they often do in stormy weather here.
Good badass Bonxie resting on the sands off the Green Beach before it launched into the air and lumbered south, scaring the pants off the Cormorant roost and allowing me to grab a few dodgy point and press shots.
I checked the beach later in the day when the tide had receded, with hopes high for a Leach's and was genuinely surprised when I didn't score, given the reasonable numbers to the south and birds to the north, but as long as the wind holds, there's still time for them to put on a show over the sands tomorrow - late afternoon seems to be best if they are going to stagger through.
I bet a few went past invisible in the mighty troughs offshore.
Inland a few Goldcrests calling from the dune scrub and the odd Sprawk, Common Darter, Red Admiral and Speckled Wood, but tomorrow is another day.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...