After Frank had had his first breakfast - yes the greedy mutt gets two breakfasts! - we gave a Chat Alley a going over, surely something will have been dropped, hopefully with a bright white supercilium and a speckled back beginning with W. The local Starlings were pecking in the grass for grubs to take back to hungry mouths - no juvvies out yet. The Thrift on the cliff tops is starting to look something like and we found and got a very poor shot of Sea Campion.We'll be out looking for the, horribly rare in Lancashire, Thrift Clearwing moth in a couple of weeks.
A few shots later we left him in peace. These birds could probably nest along the cliffs if there was less disturbance.
Loads of litter and cr*p from the overnight fishermen - why do they leave so much mess. Birders don't - well only torn pages from their notebooks when freezing fingers try to draw a field pic of a Pallas's Reed Bunting on some desolate headland only to find that it looks more like and oven-ready chicken complete with stuffing!
Where to next? Last chance for a Spotted Flycatcher and there is the small matter of Treecreepers to nail. Then there are bigger adventures afoot.
In the meantime let us know if there have been any knackered things in your outbxk.