Three hours at Goldcliff, all three notable for their distinct lack of proper
migrants. Copious amounts of rain fell but neither LRP, Sand Martin nor Wheatear had bothered to drop in. A (non-singing) Chiffchaff tried, and failed, to give the impression that nature's twice yearly spectacle was underway but I had to make do with a reasonable array of waders and wintering hangers-on. The waders included 11 Bar-tailed Godwit, six Ruff, three Knot, three Spotted Redshank, two Greenshank, three Grey Plover and just the one (count 'em) Ringed Plover. On the winter visitor front, the female Merlin was probably the best.
At Boat Lane the semi-notables included another (non-singing) Chiffchaff, one of Marsh Harriers and a few more Black-tailed Godwits.
Two Pintails managing to maintain their elegant air despite the dreich and the appearance overhead of wingèd death.
NB. The 'they' in the titular enquiry referred to Avocet,... and yes,... yes, they are still there.