Another busy day at work, and sometimes it’s surprising what pops up in the gaps between the serious stuff – especially on that rarest of things this winter – a sunny day.
First stop today was a meeting down at Crosby Coastal Park to discuss a potential new community art project, but before we got down to the nitty-gritty I had a look at the lake, which held at least five Goldeneye and four Great Crested Grebes.
Skylarks were singing strongly enough to put a smile on your face and Mipits were feeding on the cropped, wet turf.
The gull roost north of the marine lake looked tempting as ever, but I resisted.
Things to do, people to see.
However, back at Ainsdale I couldn’t resist a quick seawatch over the lunchtime high tide – visibility was fine, but it was still choppy and quiet offshore.
About one hundred Common Scoter were bobbing about, but too far off to work through.
A cursory glance at the gulls on the beach inbetween dog and idiot-inspired flushes of the roost revealed a fine adult Med Gull coming into summer plumage, so I had a closer look.
No sign of Stumpy the Caspian Gull while I was there, but it was probably somewhere else on the beach, given the amount of disturbance the gulls were suffering in the fine weather.
Gulls in the sun was fine, before I had to move on to the NNR at Ainsdale for another meeting.
Minutes at the ready, I paused to listen to the wheezy subdued song of Siskins in the tree-tops above the small car park.