Put down the bread. And step away from the gulls.


Acutely conscious that it’s been a real gull summer locally, so I resisted the charms of a repeat audience with the Caspian Kid on Ainsdale beach and nipped down to Lunt this afternoon to look for something different.
Should probably have stuck with the laridae – the temperature was dropping and the cloud thickening, so it was more like October than August by the time I walked round to the first blind.
Two Little Egrets amongst a seedy collection of eclipse ducks (Gadwall, Teal, Mallard, Tufties), Moorhen and Coot.
Five Ruff were pleasing and fed quite close, while Lapwings and Snipe were dropping in through a blizzard of down from a bazillion thistleheads going to seed.
LBBs, Herring Gulls, BHGs and 20+ Common Gulls out on the water (leave it John).
Hirundines scooting over the reeds, but way too cold for any insects other than Six Spot Burnets and Cinnabar caterpillars clinging to the Ragwort, and probably shivering their little bits off.