*(with apologies to original birding legends “Big and Daft”)
Yesterday’s Spoonbill was still clowning around at the back of Marshside Two today, best viewable from the path down from Dawlish Drive.
It was generally behaving like all Spoonbills that visit the marsh – sleeping for prolonged periods before a bit of sweeping spoonage in the channels, preening and clattering it’s yellow ended barbecue tongs at any Black Headed Gull that came too close.
This one is in quite good nick actually – but still undeniably big and daft.
Otherwise it was a strange morning – I was deeply thankful that the migration killing westerly had died away, but it was still cold and the birding was slow.
Small groups of Sand Martins and Swallows were heading north, Ruff were getting frisky on M1, and at least three Wheatears were in the Sandplant.
Redpoll going over too.
About 250 Golden Plovers dozed north of Nels, while 35+ White Wagtails were prancing around over on Crossens Outer.
Still cloud darkening numbers of Pink Feet out there – non-breeders?
‘Scoped two Med Gulls from Sandgrounders, and heard Chiffchaff, Willow Warbler and Blackcap singing away from the golf course.
I finally managed to connect with the Cetti’s Warbler spluttering away in the SSSI ditch, although my arrival coincided with a large number of golfers and spectators who descended to watch some type of tournament on the Hesketh.
Honestly, anyone would think they owned the place.
Their arrival meant checking for Mike Stocker’s male Redstart in the SSSI ditch willows was futile, so I left before contracting a serious dose of Pringle poisoning.
The mosses were generally early spring empty, although there were still at least three Whimbrel on Plex with Curlews, a few Golden Plover and one notable party of 10 Wheatear (the biggest group I have seen so far this year).