Reality bites


Bright enough and still in need of shrivelly leaved action today (there’s more to come from this autumn I hope, regardless of eye-wateringly expensive buntings on Papa Smurf Island), so I nipped over to Mere Sands this morning, forgetting how popular the site is on a Sunday – many dog walkers, perambulators, and even a selection of yoof shouting down mobile phones, as you do.
And who can blame them? It’s a fine spot at this time of year.


Followed two feeding flocks through the branches for an hour or so, with good views of Treecreeper, Nuthatches, Goldcrests, Greater ‘Peckers and Coal Tits among the more usual bird table fare (the feeders behind the centre are still nice and Bullfinchy, with Brown Rat showing particularly well …bicycle clips on).
Phylloscs were glaring by their absence.
About 800 Pinkies feeding very close to the road on Churchtown Moss on the way back.
A few pulses of passage going on along the dunes during the week, with parties of Skylarks, Mipits and Starlings passing the office at Ainsdale, Reed Bunting numbers steadily increasing in the buckthorn and still the odd Wheatear dropping in.