Some things don’t change.

You never get the drop on Ring Ouzels, and two males in the dunes were no exception, powering away long before I got near them as I checked the cattle, bins and boardwalks on one of our sites this morning.
One of the Rouzels deigned to pause on top of a distant holly bush for a few seconds before disappearing.
Usual spring numbers have been passing along the Sefton coast this week, and I had two, possibly three, today.
Such wild, wary birds.
The cows are looking fine, but on site for a bit longer this year, although the Herdwick Sheep have moved back onto the National Nature Reserve – so if you exercise a dog in the dunes, please keep it on a lead as directed.

Morning ladies.
Their trampling heavy footfall has cleared rank vegetation in many areas – great for creating open habitat ideal for dune spring annuals like Spring Vetch, tiny, but one of my faves…

Perhaps because it is so much quieter now, I heard up to four Tree Pipits this morning, all disembodied “bzzzdt” calls in the misty blue skies before cloud edged in from the south west.
Sedge Warbler, Whitethroat and three reeling Groppers have joined the chorus too, but the main soundtrack is still a glorious loop of Willow Warblers.

I videoed one in the early morning calm.
You can watch/listen on YouTube here.
One Willow Warbler has joined the Chiffchaffs and Blackcap at Dempsey Towers too, but is a weaker singer than this one.
Cows counted, fences and bins checked, I headed home before the world woke up.
Happy Easter all.