The terns that ate my morning


I’d only meant to sit and watch the five Black Terns at Marshside for a few minutes this morning.
An hour and a half later I was still staring as they swept over the water at Rainford’s Pool, stalling and stooping low into the wind.
Their wings turned from silvery white to the colour of oil as the hard morning sun bounced off ’em.




Before I was sucked into a marsh tern black hole, I’d checked the golf course at 8am, but the wind was stronger and cooler today, and it was quiet apart from the singing warblers that have been in place for a fortnight or so already.
A scan of the marsh from Hesketh Road gave me brief views of the Glossy Ibis as it dropped out of sight just north of Wheatear Corner (approx 0845), while Grey Wagtail, 2 Stock Dove and a Common Sandpiper went through.
Swifts were screaming about overhead, mostly paired up and forced low by the wind, and Little Egrets were still on the morning commute.
Up at Sandgrounders, small parties of Dunlins were moving through and another Common Sandpiper whirred in.