This morning’s final “Vis Mig” walk at work was hard going – fleeting views of one Leach’s over the low tide at Ainsdale in the wind and rain, two Wheatears and not much else.
True to form a return to the beach over the high tide after work this afternoon instantly produced a Leach’s pushing through the surf and a few minutes later, another weaving and staggering down the sand behind me.

It came as close as only a Leach’s can, stalling a few feet from me like a curious Southern Hawker.
You just gotta hold your breath and enjoy ’em then exhale as they drift off south away from you, tattered tails steering them into the wind and arched wings dipping and rising just millimetres over the shore.

There’s something almost intrusive about watching them when they wander past you on the sands, like you’re too close to their Leachy world.
Not a bird you can ever get tired of.
I love the stories and media that surround wrecks like this too – Ian Wolfenden’s sighting of a bird yesterday on the River Alt seconds before it was snatched by a Sprawk; Dave Bickerton recounting during this morning’s sesh how his dad followed a Leach’s up Salford and Trevor Road in Ainsdale on his milk float 40 years ago; Ron Jackson’s top video from this morning and of course Rich Steel’s amazing cod liver oil-steeped pics from Leasowe (previous entry).
Rich’s pix are much better than mine, but then I don’t smell like Billingsgate Fish Market (his words, not mine)!

A storm-battered female Common Scoter was resting on the sands at Ainsdale this evening, to compliment the male in the low tide channels there yesterday.
Hopefully they both got out to sea again.

Wonder how many Leach’s have come through Liverpool Bay in the last few days????