Consistency is all.

Battled out into the fierce hooley this morning with Neill and Duncan, to enjoy a bright sunny day.
The nippy north westerly was gusting right up to force seven and beyond, and made it difficult to find birds, or at times stand up – it was the first outing for my big coat this winter.
I’m pleased to say we were as consistent as ever – earlier in the week I’d driven north with the guys and we had managed to miss the long-staying Great Grey Shrike at Leighton Moss, then miss the long-staying Snow Buntings over at Lytham, limping home with Marsh Tit, Great White Egret and a few Marsh Harriers (although lots of laughs) to show for the expedition.
Today we were sharp as ever, missing the Med Gull on Southport Marine Lake (it has been just about Superglued to the area around the cafe immediately below the bridge for the last two years), and the ever-reliable Twite around the pier were not.
The Water Pipits were predictably absent from Crossens, but on the upside we watched two Ravens playing in the gale over the sea wall, dancing on the air while we struggled to remain upright.

Marvellous things.

We walked north along the seawall at Banks to ‘scope about 1500 Pink Feet on the fields immediately inland, but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary amongst ’em, and out on Boundary Lane at least two Bewick’s Swans were still with the Whooper herd there.
After that we just had time to not see the Little Owl at Banks (the door on his barn is bashed in – he won’t like that) and fail to connect with the Cattle Egrets off Town Lane.
Either you’ve got it, or you haven’t.
Oh dear…

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