Questions, questions…

Treated to a close encounter with three of the wintering Corn Buntings at Crosby Marine Park earlier in the week.
These birds always intrigue me – where do they come from?
Why does the coastal park remain so attractive to them after all these years, when so many other wintering spots along the coast have disappeared?
Are they from the mosses – or further afield?
Answers anyone?
They always look comfortable with their station in life Corn Bunts, that bland, vacant expression suggests you’re never likely to see one fighting in a rush hour queue or stressing over the latest office nightmare – more power to you fellas.
Not for them harsh language or high blood pressure.
I was out with Ian Wolfenden and Eugene McCann when we bumped into the buntings in the usual area.
We were discussing mowing plans for the site in the context of his brilliant and long-running study of the Skylarks on the coast – now that’ll be a monograph worth reading one day…
Marshside wasn’t bad over the tides this week either – finally got a look at the young male Hen Harrier (as opposed to the stonking adult) as I led a walk there on Thursday, when it drifted over the outer marsh despite the drizzle.
Highlight though was a young Peregrine making two attempts to catch a Pink Footed Goose – fat chance, but I like the ambition…

Harder winter sun today out on Plex Moss, and a cool wind that felt it was trying to sweep autumn away.
Fieldfares were drinking at favoured puddles, wary as ever, and 2,000+ Pinkies were on the fields west of Haskayne Cutting until the clatter of the Saturday afternoon guns sent them up into the blue.