Well, that was lucky…

Venturing out this afternoon to feed Mrs D’s insatiable lust for compost, I decided to combine it with a spot of exercise and a stroll round the top end of Lunt Meadows in the hope that yesterday’s Temminck’s Stint was still about.
It’s only a ten minute drive down the road, so still good and local, with Len Heaton’s (other garden centres are available) nearby, ordered, socially distanced and tempting me with mountains of peat-free.
I’m not sure why the boss needs so much of the stuff, you can only grow so many tomatoes after all, but it is a fierce addiction and must be sated.
A bit like my need for waders.
Ahem, gloves on and masked up.
Anyway I walked onto the top end of Lunt (the site’s car park just north of Lunt Village is CLOSED) serenaded by Willow Warblers, Cetti’s, Sedgies, Blackcap and Reed Warblers, and the Temminck’s Stint was creeping about amongst the goose droppings on Avocet Island.
Dwarfed by the prodigious piles of poop, I was just starting to grill the bird, when I saw Andy Pryce and Phil Boardman, socially distanced but nearby, so went closer to shout “hello” only to discover they’d just found a crisp Pectoral Sandpiper – double wader joy!!!

I watched the Pec for a few minutes (the guys had gallantly moved away so I could have a look – many thanks fellas) before turning my attention to the stint as it crept about amongst LRPs and Avocets back up the track.
I didn’t hang about, as others would doubtless want to look at the tasty wader combo.
Time to head back to Compost Corner, but not before adding some risible video to my risible pictures here.
You can see my Pec Sand footage on YouTube here and my Temminck’s Stint epic here.
Windblown, wobbly and out of focus – some things just don’t change.

A low high is better than no high at all.

It was a bit calmer than anticipated this morning, and the tide was barely scratching 7.5m, but you can only go so long without seawatching.
And if it’s ok to sunbathe, it’s okay to seawatch from the dunes by the office at Ainsdale.
I scoped the flattish briny from 8.30am to 10.30am, and while it was pretty quiet, I’ve had worst seawatches – and it was good to say howdy to a few old friends.
The wind picked up a little bit just after the tide so I stayed on longer than planned, just in case.
Out past the Lennox and Irish Sea Pioneer Gannets and smaller number of Manxies were moving south into the wind, and a few pulses of the latter came in a bit closer too.
Amazing birds made all the better by this lockdown pain – cruising round the Irish Sea after an odyssey back up from Tristan da Cunha way no doubt.
Incredible, I love ’em.

18.5.20, Ainsdale, 0830-1030, SWly 2-3:

Gannet 200 (approx)
Manx Shearwater 77
Common Scoter 7
Sandwich Tern 18
Kittiwake 3
RB Merg 2
Great Crested Grebe 2
plus Grey Seal, Turnstone sparkly summer plumage Grey Plover etc.

A quiet morning with GBBs lumbering by and squadrons of Cormorants flapping about, but at least I was looking at the sea – and beyond that horizon is everywhere.
Hope you’re all okay, please keep the comments coming, it keeps me going!