With the sun still high enough in the sky after work I couldn't resist a quick look at the Slav Grebe on the Marine Lake this evening.
What a run of birds the lake is having this year!
No sign though when I pulled up behind Southport Theatre at first, which was a bit worrying.
Fortunately the little tinker steamed back round the southern of the two islands north of the big bridge and fed/tootled about on its eastern side for 30 minutes at least for me, which was fine.
The Slav further distinguished itself by throwing up - which is something I've never seen a grebe do before, so well done you...
With the east side of the island in deep green shade by the time I got there, my digiscoped shots were always gonna be ropier than normal, but luckily a bird as contrasty as a winter plumage Slav stands out even in the evening - you can just make out the red eye and white bill tip if you use a bit of imagination.
I'm sure sensible people who came down in better light will have superior images.
The grebe attempted a few, frankly poor quality fly-pasts; it doesn't count as flying if your feet are pattering along the surface, you know.
But generally it seemed right at home, ignoring passing rowers and even a putt-putt-putting motor boat.
Great to see "Mad Dog" Bannon out with Mickey Boy Stocker too this evening, although I slipped away when talk turned to plans for a dawn assault on his "vismig" targets at Marshside tomorrow.
Birdin' after work I can do, birdin' before work I'm not ready for just yet this year.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...