Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Apologies for absence

Hello, folks, and sorry it's been an age. I've done a few trips lately, including a week in south-west Cornwall where due to a packing mishap I was sans camera, and a weekend Up North where I was sans camera on purpose, as the forecast was terrible. Then there has been another weekend Up North where I visited Woolston Eyes, and a day at Rainham, searching in vain for the Short-eared Owls that have been frequenting the area of late. Put those two together and there are just about enough photos to justify a post but be warned, it's very heavy on the ducks and very light on everything else.

So, Rainham first. This happened last Wednesday (18th), the day after a very grotty and stormy Tuesday. It was brighter on Wednesday but still windy, which meant the owls were not hunting. Shane and I leant into the wind and walked the loop anticlockwise, with a couple of extra bits in search of owls - along the river first thing, and then down to the Serin mound after doing most of the reserve loop.

In the shelter of the woodland, things were warm enough to encourage a Red Admiral to have a bask, here sharing space with a wasp.

A lot of vegetation has been cleared from in front of the Ken Barratt hide, and as we stepped inside we could see that even the closest islands were thronged with resting wildfowl - but they could see us too and the whole lot took off before we'd even had a chance to sit down. Here are some of the fliers - a pair of Gadwalls, and a trio of Wigeons. There were also Pintails and Shovelers. But even the more distant ducks cleared off, leaving us with just a Coot or two to look at.

We moved on, finding the Pintails on the next lake down. Here's a drake in horrible light and two females in rather nicer light. At the back of this lake a line of Black-tailed Godwits sat looking miserable, turned against the wind.

Lots of Teals from the tower hide. I spent most of my time here looking out of the other side, towards the marshes, and picked up a couple of distant Marsh Harriers but no owls (well, you already know that).

We exited the reserve at the gate near the dragonfly pools and turned right, following the trail to the Serin mound. From here we scanned the fields for a good while and enjoyed watching two Marsh Harriers, one a smart adult male.

Unusually, this female Stonechat was by herself - maybe yet to find a winter boyfriend or maybe something had happened to him. She didn't seem bothered either way.

The walk back didn't produce a lot. There were a couple of Common Seals on the far riverbank, a Curlew among the gulls on the foreshore. Here's a Magpie struggling to fly in a straight line.

The feeders were quite busy, with Goldfinches, Greenfinches, House Sparrows, Collared Doves and of course Starlings. Bit of a depth of field issue with this photo!

We decided to have a quick look at the Purfleet hide before heading off. There were ducks aplenty here, mainly Wigeons, and we managed to dig out a couple of Snipes too.

Mallards incoming.

And a rather endearing couple of Wigeons, who broke away from the main pack to come and have a snuggle on the nearest island.

And now on to Woolston. But actually first I'll just mention my first, camera-less weekend in the north-west, which was at the end of October. It rained. Lots. We went to RSPB Burton Mere on the Saturday and despite the rain found some nice birds, including a ringtail Hen Harrier. On the Sunday we visited Pennington Flash and had great views of Willow Tit from the Bunting hide. This time, it was just a couple of hours at Woolston on a sunny but bitterly cold day, and there wasn't a lot about but I took a few photos.

Oh look, it's a Willow Tit! This shoddy effort was the only pic I managed - the bird was coming and going to the feeding station by the hide but was just not very close and was totally hyperactive. Hopefully I'll have more luck next time...

One of two female Goldeneyes on the water.

Wader-wise there was little to see... a distant small flock of Golden Plovers went by and then there was this solitary Black-tailed Godwit, looking titchy alongside a pair of Canada Geese.

A pair of Gadwalls. No Wigeons or Pintails here.

Loads of Teals, however, including these three pretty close to the hide.

After our look around the reserve proper we wandered down to the weir, where we saw Tufted Ducks and a single Great Crested Grebe, and several Black-headed Gulls perched on the overhead wires. Also had flyover Fieldfares in the general area.

Life's been very busy and I've definitely lost the photography mojo a bit... but I am off to Norfolk in a couple of weeks for several days' birding - and with any luck may manage a trip to Dunge or somewhere else in Kent next week, so there should be more photos to show and more wildlife to witter on about in the near future :)

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

The Havergate hares

Blog readers may have noticed that I've been on the hunt for hares (both species) lately. And that it's not gone all that well in general. Two Saturdays ago there was quite the reversal in fortune when Lisa and I made a trip to Havergate Island, Suffolk.

This island lies in the Alde-Ore estuary and is very small and very low-lying. Indeed, it was pretty much totally inundated in the 2013 storm surges, and lost nearly all of its Brown Hares as a result. But the hares that survived have since been breeding like... lagomorphs, and numbers have recovered to close to what they were pre-flood (still fewer than 30 but that's a lot for a 1km2 island that's mostly lagoon).

We took the RSPB boat from Orford and landed at about 9.30am. We then had 4.5 hours to explore. The lagoons are looked over by hides, and from the first of these we saw a couple of Spoonbills along with a scattering of common wildfowl and waders. Keen to get on with hare-searching, we left the rest of the boat party and headed off towards the drier end of the island. Very soon we found our first hare, then second, then third. We'd been told that the hares were pretty confiding and it soon transpired that some of them are ridiculously confiding. One leveret in particular let us get within two metres and actually fell asleep as we watched - what an amazing experience. Here are some of my many, many hare pics.

As you can see, we had great weather as well as wonderfully well-behaved models.

There were plenty of birds to see too, especially Goldcrests (the east coast in general has had a hell of a lot of Goldcrests dumped on it lately).

Birdy pics. From the top, Goldcrest, Curlew, Kestrel, Little Egret, Meadow Pipit, Whimbrel, Reed Bunting.

The sun brought out some late insects, including this Common Darter and Small Copper. Also quite a lot of mosquitoes, which bit me.

Finally, a few from the boat back. Black-headed Gull, a VERY streaky Herring Gull, and some Avocets.

Highland highlights

I'm not sure if I've ever been this late to blog before. I got back from a really very wonderful week in the Highlands and Harris/Lewis on 27th September, the photos remain unfiled and I've been other places since. Oh well. I am going to condense six very full-on birding days into one blog post but there will be lots of photos.

So here's what we did (it was a 'we' and quite a big 'we' too - I was one of a group of 13 (plus two guides) on a tour with Heatherlea, and I recommend them muchly). Day 1 - working the forests and Findhorn Valley close to our base. Day 2 - long drive to Skye, bit of birding on Skye, then ferry from Uig across to Tarbert, Harris, and drive up to Stornoway (with birding on the way. Day 3 - full day on Lewis, mainly working around the coast. Day 4 - Lewis in the morning, then ferry from Stornoway to Ullapool, and drive back to Strathspey. Day 5 - up to the Moray coast to look for waders, seabirds and farmland birds. Day 6 - more forest in the morning, then up Cairn Gorm for Ptarmigans etc in the afternoon. We had a week of mostly pretty dreich weather though Day 5 was sunny.

We were out before breakfast on day 1, driving north out of the forested bits to open countryside and Black Grouse country near the Dorback burn, and duly ticked off Black Grouse (distant but great scope views). We followed this with a forest visit and failed Caper search, though did find Crested Tits.

In the afternoon, we drove down the road that follows the Findhorn Valley and eventually stops because there are too many mountains in the way. It's a place where I had my first of many Golden Eagle dips back in my Sheffield University Birding Club days, one absurdly cold and snowy February day. It's a very beautiful spot when not covered in snow and steeped in frustration. Here I didn't dip a Goldie but did not-dip a Dipper.

Dippers were really not hard to find at all but this was the only vaguely OK photo I managed of one all week.

But actually bird of the day came before that, when we stopped for lunch halfway down the road - this young White-tailed Eagle, being escorted from the premises by two Buzzards (taking turns to harrass it).

The same spot also provided Mistle Thrushes.

We drove to Skye the next morning, an early start. Little of note on the way. At the harbour at Uig there were (distant) Black Guillemots bobbing about, and our first Golden Eagle, a whirling speck over a hillside as the ferry started chugging Harris-wards. We birded from the deck all the way but didn't see very much - lots of Gannets and a few Kittiwakes, very few auks and this solitary Great Skua.

 Coming into Tarbert.

Harris = stunning. Very rugged and hilly compared to the flatter Lewis, with beaches like this corker. From here we scoped various seabirds including scoters, and had another Goldie or two.

We were at this viewpoint when this Raven flew by, carrying what proved on close inspection to be the severed head of a Rabbit. Niiiiice.

Day 3's look around Lewis included some time at the northernmost tip of the island, the Butt of Lewis (stop giggling at the back). Lots of Gannets going through, a nice close Great Skua and we also saw Snow Buntings on the cliff path but not to photograph. And while I was trying to take landscapes I missed a big flock of Sooty Shearwaters going by well offshore (d'oh).

Some pics from other places we visited on day 3. Golden Plovers, Greylags, a Hooded Crow and a Snipe. You can see that the weather was not fabulous - apologies for the dingy photos. The beach with the rather forthright lavatorial sign was a gorgeous spot, where we had our best Golden Eagle sightings and also a thrilling close-ish flyby from a female-type Merlin, also good views of Arctic Skua offshore. The cat's just a cat but I liked his ears.

Day 4 wasn't really a camera day. It rained all morning. We didn't find a lot of wildlife (all I have to show is a Raven and, um, a sheep). Then we made the long ferry crossing to Ullapool. This was brilliant - great views of seabirds including Storm Petrel, but photography of any of these was impossible as our viewpoint (at the front of the boat, the only place to see the Stormies) was inside rather than on the deck. A really good crossing nonetheless. Then we landed at Ullapool and I fell asleep for a fair bit of the drive back to Nethy Bridge.

Sunshiney birds on a sunny Day 5. We went east along the Moray coast from Findhorn Bay to Spey Bay via Lossiemouth, looking for farmland birds in between seaside stop-offs. Here are Bar-tailed Godwits, Black-headed Gull, Common Gull, Cormorant, Herring Gull, juvvy House Martin, Redshank with Dunlins and Oystercatchers with a Knot and Redshank or two. We also saw an Osprey at Findhorn Bay and a few other unphotographable bits and bobs.

Last shot of the day (sun gone by now) shows Common Seals with Grey Seals behind, in what I hope is a handy comparison of the two species.

And the last day. We kicked off with more Caper-hunting, in two different forests. In the second we finally got lucky with brief flying-away views of two (though I only saw one of them). No photos (sorry). Then in the afternoon we climbed Cairn Gorm for Ptarmigans and Mountain Hares.

The Ptarmigans gave themselves up quite easily - we found a group of eight or so around the corrie near the summit. The hares didn't - despite a hard search the group of us who walked over the boulderfields specifically to find hares found none. Meanwhile, the other group, who'd gone straight back down, did find a hare. Luckily it stayed put long enough for me to go back up and take its picture.

It's a very dorky-looking Mountain Hare, but it's the first one I've photographed, and I love it.

And that was Scotland. It was a great week with a great group, and there was a most lovely and surprising bonus outcome that I won't talk about here, except to say that it's made me very happy :)

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