Things didn’t look too promising when our guided walk set off from Crossens this morning – despite a 9.9m tide, the outer marsh was never really threatened by inundation, which was what the lovely folk who joined me were hoping for.
There was still plenty to look at while the pitiless wind stole what warmth we had left in our fingertips as we walked south down the Coast Road, with two Ravens, Rock Pipit, three Common Buzzards, the big female Peregrine and the titchy Hen Harrier all on the outer marsh.
I shouted to make myself heard over the traffic, pointing stuff out and my guests gradually froze their bits off, but still listened politely as the cold seeped into their bones.
The inner marsh was surprisingly quiet (in Marshside terms that is – there were stacks of Lapwing, Wigeon and Teal, Blackwits etc).
Huge thanks must go to RSPB warden Alex and intern Barry for laying on tea and coffee at Sandgrounders, which defrosted us a tad before we set off again.
Merlin, small groups of Skylarks and the loose flock of Pinks were strung out before us as we trudged south.
Shame we didn’t have time to pop into Nels, but we were walking to a timetable, which of course went out of the window when we got down to Hesketh Rd and found a crew of birders ‘scoping a Tundra Bean Goose amongst the Pinks.
Gold stars and profound thanks to Andy Pryce, Bazzo, Trops, Skipper Rothwell et al for letting the group look at the goose through their ‘scopes – what birding is all about, share the joy…
Muchas gracias as ever chaps.
The Twite flock was mooching around off Fairways, occasionally landing on the seawall and the nailed down Med Gull was hustling punters for bread and scraps on the Marine Lake, immediately south of the bridge as usual.
Not bad as days in the office go.