Hardly making the effort

Singing strongly, and taking in a short circuit around bushes and the March dark branches of Haskayne Cutting, the Chiffchaff wasn’t fazed by the onset of rain and overcast skies this afternoon – he meant business.
I was surprised then as I sat and watched it circling its newly staked out territory to get the bins on it and see it was in a right state – a dark stained and wet face, forehead all straggly…. he’s hardly likely to pull looking like that…

A thousand or so Pinks out there too this afternoon, rooting about in the flooded stumps of the maize fields, and Yellowhammers were keeping low, while the mosslands’ very own Mr Enigmatic was leaning into the wind, when not gargling with barbed wire.

Before calling into Plex I had a walk around Birkdale, but it was busy with dog walkers, and Bullfinch, a faltering Chiffchaff and a more forceful Mistle Thrush were the best of it.

Such a contrast to the warm, sunny morning I spent at Marshside yesterday, where a steady trickle of Meadow Pipits and 50+ Pied Wags up on Crossens Outer suggested my first Wheatear can’t be that far off.
Avocets were frisky, Little Grebes were yikkering and Lapwings were tumbling.
Clear early spring movement of Stonechat there too, with 5+ flitting around the tidal debris under the Sandplant, while the marsh between Crossens and Banks was as goose-tastic as it has been for the last month – the flocks are always worth checking through here.