Wagtail freakout

Scattering, towering and calling frantically the Pied Wags exploded into the air above Crossens Outer.
I’d been totally engrossed in ‘scoping the distant goose flock (again) and not noticed the gorgeous male Sprawk perched up on the fence posts just down from me this afternoon.
After some serious scowling the Sparrowhawk launched itself into the wagtails and Mipits, but fluffed the attack and zoomed off down Crossens Channel.

Much further away the geese were strung out from Crossens to Banks, mostly in the longer vegetation of the outer marsh, where the distinctive black and white heads of Barnacle Geese poked up amongst the grey Pinks.
One continued to disgrace itself by hanging out with the Canadas in front of Sandgrounders, before going for a paddle on the Sandplant lagoon.
Shameful behaviour.

The Grey-Bellied Brant was with Pinks at interstellar range from the Crossens pull-in, starkly black and white in the afternoon sun and busy channelling its inner Oystercatcher.
I’d spent a fair bit of time hunting for Wheatears without success at various likely points along the coast from Ainsdale to Crossens, but with one at Seaforth today, it can only be a matter of time before that “Wheatear buzz” kicks in – can’t wait.
The pair of Red-Legged Partridge were in the old Sandplant compound, and a Goldcrest was in the hawthorns, but there were fewer pipits about than yesterday and it felt colder.
On the way home I called in to say “howdy” to the three snoozing Scaup at Hesketh Road, and the Water Rail was feeding just beneath the platform…