Spent some time today at a site where Marsh Harriers attempted to breed last year, and was delighted to see both a male and female back and quartering the area, with the male bringing in prey - although I didn't see a food pass unfortunately.
I know they're pretty widespread now, but they're still cool raptors.
Left them in peace after watching the pair for an hour or so at a safe distance.
On the way home I decided to call into Plex Moss, despite attempts to beat my addiction to staring at big soil fields in the hope that you-know-what may appear.
Announced I wouldn't succumb this year in the Legless Arms last night, but as Mr Stocker rightly observed, I say that every year and still end up stuck on Plex in April and May.
There are worse places to be though, and if any Dotterel are reading this, almost all the fields are freshly ploughed and so much nicer than that nasty Great Orme or Pendle Hill, so why not drop in and make my Spring (preferably while I'm on site)?
Plex was quiet this afternoon though, bar a few of Sean O'Hara's White Wagtails, zipping about the field edges and several flocks of Linnets.
Oycs and Lapwings on territory, Buzzards and Sprawk up and a drake Wigeon on the pond beside Plex Brow Farm.
A few small bands of Swallows dashed through, otherwise the moss belonged to the Red Legs, Woodpigeons and Stock Doves.
Maybe I'll give just one more year.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...