Nothing like a mud-stained Coot chomping on God knows what in the gloop on a grey afternoon at Marshside to raise the spirits - but enigmatic is as enigmatic does after all...if ever there was a bird that only a mother could love.
The strongish wind had fairly cleared Marshside 2, bar reduced numbers of Wigeon, Teal and Shoveler, but it was mild, and small groups of Golden Plover whizzing about hinted at spring - in fact I was surprised not to see an Avocet or two, they must be due any day now.
What wildfowl, Blackwits and Lapwings that were about were frequently spooked by GBBs floating about on the look out for an easy meal.
When the GBBs eased off it was the turn off a Peregrine to put the wind up everything as it circled high above Sandgrounders Hide.
Just a quick visit, so I didn't get round to Nels or the Sandplant, but there'll be other days, and other Cooty action
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...