Back out on to the marsh at West Kirby yesterday morning for some more early morning manoeuvres.
Breakfast was 4 (yes 4!) slices of hot buttered doorstep white toast from a well known local bakery washed down with an extra large caramel latte. I added 2 more species to the Breakfast Club on a morning identical in its vibrancy and brilliance to Sunday.
Wheatears not playing the game today so no more pictures of them. However, this gave me the opportunity to concentrate on the Skylarks that I had so rudely ignored 24 hours previous.
If the Wheatears had put on a show on Sunday morning then the Skylarks had provided a wonderful soundtrack. So I decided to try for them. Not as easy as I had thought it would be either.
The first I hear singing is doing so from cover rather than as it rose above its territory.
Spring is appearing everywhere.