
First port of call was Birchwood Pool. There were plenty of roosting gulls taking a break from scavenging the tip, although none of the Mediterranean, Iceland or Glaucous ilk. Infact, the pool seemeed to be dominated by a junta of juvenile Great Black-backed Gulls strutting around the small island, surrounded by a praetorian guard of Grey Herons, that were in turn circled by a legion of Lesser Black-backed Gulls. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
A scattering of wildfowl completed the rest of the cast - aside from one or five special visitors that is. Wheeooo.
Feeling energetic I decided to press-on around Upper Moss Side. I could hear the faint call of a Cuckoo but failed to locate it; the call being gradually drown out in the gusty wind. The only other bird of note was a male Stonechat desperately tringing to cling to the top of a Bullrush.
Next I opted to walk along the ship canal up the point where it reaches the Mersey. Signs of life were few on the canal apart from a pair of Canada Goose with three chicks - their luminous yellow down giving them the appearance of bath toys.
On the subject of geese, I was listening to Test Match Special on Wednesday. During the tea interval Johnathan Agnew was interviewing the Chief Executive of the MCC, a chap called Keith Bradshaw. Pushed by Aggers on whether there was too much international cricket being played he responded "...we don't want to over-egg the golden goose...".
Numerous warblers en route to the river and also a male Greenland Wheatear on the opposite side of the bank. When I arrived at the Mersey it was fairly quiet. A few gulls loafing on the sandbanks and a handful of geese on the shoreline.
Before heading for home I decided to check Birchwood Pool once more. Very little change in birds - or indeed in administration - with the autocrats still ruling the roost.
Until later.
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