And so ...
I overslept. I woke at 8.45, and got to the marsh just after 10. I'd never seen a Water Rail until two weekends before, and that was in Spain. Not at Mere Sands Wood, and not at Marshside. There've been dozens of times when I've called in at Sandgrounders and been told I've just missed one, or that one turned up five minutes after I left last time. And so, having just seen one in Donana, the inevitable happened: bird of the day for me was my first UK Water Rail, shared with the RSPB volunteer on duty, for whom it was also a first. There wasn't a lot else to be seen at Sandgrounders - a few Snipe, a Little Grebe, LBB, BHG, a couple of GBB, distant Pinkies and Canada Geese, Blackwits; plenty of Moorhen, Mallard, a couple of Gadwall, the odd Wigeon and Teal.
Round the sandworks to the top of Mt Baker: I now think this is an essential part of the marshside experience. Whereas I occasionally used to scramble up, but more often crept round the foot on the path, scanning the bushes, I've noticed that this time of year the panorama - which gives scoped views from Polly's Creek round the entire Crossens outer - is a great sight. Especially when it brings 9 L Egrets (my personal high-count here), a Peregrine, female Merlin, and a couple of Kestrel, half a dozen Grey Heron, big flocks of Starling, remote Sanderling, Turnstone, Grey Plover, Barwit, Curlew, Redshank, Dunlin and Knot all scoped down on the sands, plus 1000s of Pinkfeet on the marsh. Walking round to the car park, 20 Greenfinch at close quarters were in the brambles.
Down at Nels I was struck by the autumnal colours - many hundreds, probably thousands, of Wigeon, with a few hundred Golden Plover and Lapwing, 60+ Snipe, scores of Shoveller, Pintail, Blackwits, Teal, Redshank. I tried to capture the impact in some photos. No sign of any raptors passing over though: it was only the GBBs putting them up as far as I could see. The pair of Goldeneye were still right in front of Nels.
Then back for a roast dinner before heading to work at a time that meant I was thankfully spared watching Liverpool's capitulation at Arsenal; then a Christy Moore gig, and a late night Irish session in a pub.