Headed out onto Plex this afternoon, with a bitter westerly tearing across the stubble and flooded fields - most inhospitable.
About 3,000 Pinks and a growing flock of corvids feeding just north of Getterns Farm, but no sign of any thrushes or much else, so like a wimp I drove on out towards Martin Mere, where there are at least hides to shelter in from the hail and rain.
The three Peregrines, including the weirdly pale headed juv, were perched behind the main mere, and hordes of Whoopers and Pinks made listening out for any Firecrest action difficult.
Good feeding flock past the In Focus shop, with Goldcrests, 2 Treecreepers and a Chiffy with the titmice.
Heard what may have been the Firecrest by the Kingfisher Hide, but it was so dark in the trees it was hard to make out anything apart from one or two Goldcrests and a Robin.
Few bits and bobs working in the dunes at Birkdale yesterday and on Wednesday, with Bullfinch, a singing Chiffchaff in a rare spell of sunshine there yesterday, and Brambling, Siskin and Redpoll over.
One flock of 50 Fieldfare on Wednesday, and possibly a Jack Snipe that came up out of the slacks with Common Snipe, but didn't hang around.
Rubbish views, but looked small enough for one certainly.
Water Rails squealing away as the greens turn to brown and the days shorten.
These miserable looking Knot on Southport beach earlier in the week say it all - winter is coming.
Grey, grey, grey.
Thanks then to Colin Gould for brightening things up with his warming shot of a male Brambling at his feeders, taken a few days ago.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...