Monday, 16 November 2015

Damp & Dingy Ness



The Dungeness Peninsular in November can be a bitterly cold place to go birding but as we drove down in the driving drizzle this morning the temperature was reading 16c at 0900 and although the wind was howling from the south-west and waves of wet were pulsing through, it was anything but  wintery. 

As we arrived at the ARC it let up enough for our party to head for the Hanson Hide before it closed in for the next hour. ‘Dear BBC Weather....  your live radar weather feed clearly showed that we were under some cloud but out of the rain which was now in France. Unless we too were also now in France this was clearly not the case....’

This little Kestrel was sheltering in the car park
Anyway, it was an entertaining respite with a fine Great White Egret dropping in and a Bittern performed very nicely along the reed edge (actually our second bird as I saw one from the car just before we arrived) before performing a windblown circuit. Three female Goldeneye were with the dabblers that included three cracking male Pintail and silvery white Great Crested Grebes loafed about. Several Marsh Harriers made regular circuits and included an almost completely dark juvenile bird. 

Murky
Sleepy Grebe and Wigeon
Dark Marsh Harrier
Incoming Great White

Legs apart - bracing against the wind!
The willows just outside were in the lee of the wind and were full of active Chiffchaffs, Goldcrests and Blue Tits while Cetti’s Warblers chattered away.

With the curtain of rain seemingly past we headed for the beach only to meet the next wave which thankfully soon moved through. We diligently checked all the gulls resting on the shingle but there was not a trace of a single Caspian Gull although the Great Black-backs were truly imposing. With a bit of shelter from the wind we were able to hear finches and up above hundreds of birds were on the move. They mostly seemed to be Goldfinches and Linnets but there were definitely a fair few Siskin amongst them and I heard Chaffinches and Greenfinches and at least one Brambling. They seemed to be re-orientating over the point and circling round before heading south-west. I am not sure if they were attempting to move across the Channel or simply coasting.


Out to see there were a few Gannets and Kittiwakes heading west along with a couple of Guillemots and a Razorbill and one distant Fulmar. Great Crested Grebes and Cormorants were scattered across the vista and a fine pale phase adult Pomarine Skua powered its way past. Two small flocks of grunting Brent Geese did likewise.

Not sure is beach casting is a legal way of catching wildfowling?



With no new gulls and lunch beckoning we made our way back to the RSPB reserve passing a solitary Tree Sparrow on the feeders on the way in. Lunch outside on the benches was pleasant and positively balmy and set us up for our circuit of the trail.
Burrows Pit yielded two red-head Goosander but there was no sign of the two Smew and a flock of very smart male Pintail upended in the shallows. The trees were chock full of Cormorants in all plumage states. A much underrated bird.



Goldcrests called from the Sallows and a Raven found its way onto the list in the usual Denge Marsh area along with our second and third Great White Egrets and at least six different Marsh Harriers.  We were at the big bend before the Hookers Pit view point when I heard some Long-tailed Tits and a Firecrest call. I stopped the group and immediately heard a squelchy tecking from the brambles in front. My very first thought was Lesser Whitethroat but then up pops a calling Dusky Warbler right in my view. I called it immediately and it flew to the sallows behind. Over the next hour it called on an off and we had glimpses of it several times but needless to say it was staying low in the strong winds. 

As the light fell we decided to leave it be and continue on the trail feeling the warm glow of a very good self found bird.  There was nothing with the large Greylag flock from the viewpoint and a very impressive Leopard Slug was the highlight!

Leopard Slug - what a beast!

With a little light left we drove back to the ARC (passing another Great White on the way) and spent a wondrous last hour (till after the non-existent sundown) watching at least five Great White and eight Little Egrets fly into roost along with another Bittern flyby, weed-dancing Grebes, Kingfisher, Water Rail and an acrobatic female Merlin to round off an unexpectedly excellent day out.

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