On Sunday 27th April, Eddie and I went birding together for the first time since the Panama trip. Incredibly, he was still talking to me despite my boot-camp approach to overseas birding. At 7 am, we headed north...
After showing our faces at the Heysham Harbour "Sunday Sea-watch" for 10 agonizing minutes, we soldiered on to find more instant gratification at Leighton Moss.
No otters at Lower Hide, not that we stayed very long. A kind gentleman informed us of a Black Tern at Lillian's. So off we trudged, back to where we started from...
The bird behaved itself and did the decent thing: wait for our arrival. There it was on a wooden post right in front of us. Mobbed by Black-headed Gulls, it put on an impressive display of aerial maneuverability.
Distracting us from the main act was a rather bold Grey Heron, supplementing its usual diet by scoffing its own feathered cousins. All very dramatic, but for me, there's one main thing lacking: facial expression.