The wind ripping over the marsh from off of the snow-dusted hills beyond Preston could only be described as vicious this morning - probably the coldest I've felt this winter, on a date when I would normally be thinking about Wheatears and Chiffies!
I don't usually feel sorry for the noisy Avocets when they return to the marsh each year, but seven of the blighters looked truly miserable as they huddled up at the back of the Sandplant Lagoon today.
The Spoonbill was still doing its thing on Marshside Two, with a few very dapper Golden Plover, while on the outer marsh a ringtail Hen Harrier was patrolling.
Clarko had seen a male too earlier on, and a Stonechat when he braved the Siberian blasts.
At least it was a tad warmer, if considerably wetter yesterday on Plex, where about 1,000 Pinkies were feeding on the ploughed fields, Skylarks and Corn Bunts were attempting to sing and Lapwings were getting all tumbly.
What looked like a family party of Whoopers were near New Cut Lane as I sped off the mosses.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...