That time again

Bold and as yet blunt (until they have their first near misses with garden predators that is), the fledged Robins were out on the grass this morning.

Our very vocal male Blackcap was in too, bursting into song in between shovelling gobfuls of suet and seed down its neck.

Marshside was fairly straightforward early doors, with all the usuals about, although two Common Terns batting out to sea were different and inspired me to nip up to Hesketh Out Marsh (East) for a quick look at the Arctic Terns when my survey was completed.

The feeding waders had that “morning after the night before” look that they do following a prolonged spell of heavy rain, but a rather fine summer plumage Turnstone was out amongst the Ringed Plover and Dunlin, and a very washed out Grey Plover mooched about, albeit at a distance.

The Arctic Terns were indulging in a few elegant display flights, not bothered by another late May morning of single figure temperatures and light rain – they experience far worse most of the year.