The smart money rolled over and stayed under the duvet this morning, so some credit must be due to this Wheatear (one of five at the Sandplant) for coming on all “Bird of Paradise”.
Truth be told it was pretty grim early doors, with far too much rain and a cold, mean and strengthening south westerly that seemed intent on stopping passage as quickly as climatically possible.
I’ve never heard a singing Willow Warbler that could be described as sad before, but two of ’em on the golf course managed to sound particularly depressed – at least 6+ Chiffchaffs put their heart into the singing business, although to be fair their tune has fewer notes.
Half-assed Blackcap in the central copse was barely audible over the wind, with Siskins and Mipits struggling through overhead and a few Goldcrests about.
The logbook in the hide recorded the Avocets laying this egg in front of Sandgrounders late yesterday afternoon, but despite the cold wind and rain, the parent spent most of its time staring at the egg rather than sitting on it and keeping it warm – one for the rats I fear.
The Little Gull was still about at Junction Pool, but was largely sheltering in the grassy tussocks at the back, while wader-wise 350-ish Golden Plover, 30+ Ruff, Ringed Plovers (4) and Dunlin (14) amongst the Avocets, Lapwings and Blackwits, made it worth scoping from Nels for an hour or so.
Hirundine numbers were predictably low – five Swallows in total.
Several small family groups (?) of Pinkies dropped onto Marshside One for awhile before heading back out onto the estuary.
By lunchtime the wind was gusting right up to gale force, and let’s be honest, when the hide starts to shake as if Carny-Folk are trying to get you off the last waltzer ride of the night, you know its time to head for the hills and pen protest letters to the Maltese Govt over their support of the spring bird massacre.