Evening all... to put the last six weeks into perspective I thought I would load up my other two, tick related write ups that I previously posted on Facebook, this time with some extra images.
Enjoy...
Let's start with the the Hudsonian Godwit in Somerset...
3rd May 2015:
So, yes, I did only get back home from Lesvos at about 7 last night and
yes I did have a nice lie in and nearly 12 hours sleep but then I cracked and
headed west to Somerset where this stunning Hudsonian Godwit was enjoyed between
showers on the wonderful Meare Heath section of the Avalon Marshes complex. It
is 32 years since the last record in Britain and is probably something of a
once in a lifetime bird in the UK for most of us.
As well as this black underwinged beauty there were three Great White Egrets in breeding dress floating around
as well as a dozen Hobbies, booming Bitterns, quartering Marsh Harriers and
Buzzards, chattering warblers, Cuckoo, my first UK Swifts this year while the Hudwit
was keeping company with a smart flock of Icelandic Blackwits, 12 black-bellied
Dunlin, Redshank and a male Ruff.
The journey home was swift and trouble free with
the rain chasing us all the way... A happy Howard....
and then just over a week later..... the Norfolk Double...
11th May 2015
So... the filthy twitcher reared his old and woolly head
again last night and despite having been at work from 3am till close, the
temptation of the male Citril Finch in Burnham Overy Dunes was just too much
and having Monday off compounded the issue.
The grass that has not been mown this year would have to be left for yet
another day and a proper night’s sleep would also have to be shelved. Not long
after I went to bed I got up again and headed for Norfolk and by just after 4am
I was the sole occupant of the layby on the main road. With a fair walk down I
ambled off and enjoyed a quality pre-dawn chorus of Grey Partridges, Skylarks,
Sedge Warblers and Cuckoos. Two Bitterns counter-boomed from the reeds and four
Spoonbills glided back towards the colony trees while Cormorants headed the
other way. A couple of Brown Hares lolloped across the path and several bats
were still on the wing.
Two Barn Owls quartered the meadows and a Bittern flew by and ditched into a
small channel where it instantly became invisible. Being so early meant that
the dune section was thankfully quiet so that I could concentrate on not
putting my foot down a rabbit infested hole and only a couple of Wheatears, a
very stroppy Oystercatcher and two early rising Buzzards were noted.
Once down
at the dune hollows that border the pines where the bird was hanging out
yesterday, it quickly became apparent that almost no one had gambled on a first
light visit, preferring to wait on news.
Under an hour later the shout went up
and we scampered to where the bird had been seen. Over the next half hour we
saw the Citril Finch on several occasions, all in flight, but thankfully some at close range
allowing the vibrant yellow in the wings and rump and even the grey nape to be
seen and it was quite vocal too and most often picked up calling before we saw
it. It was not pushed but was obviously fidgety and to be honest it was not
surprising that on one of its more energetic circuits it headed over the pines
and to the best of my knowledge never came back again all day.
We all spent the next couple of hours searching but there was no sign although
I did pick up seven Tree Pipits and 12 Yellow Wagtails heading over along with
a stream of west bound hirundines. There was more Spoonbill and Barn Owl action
and I found a very late adult female Hen Harrier and a tail shivering male
Redstart. Offshore a huge raft of Scoter bobbed just feet offshore and Little
Terns ‘kiricked’ up and down while a pair of adult Med Gulls noisily proclaimed
their presence. The walk back was punctuated with hopeful words for those
arriving and good views of Marsh Harriers and several Red Kites.
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Looking back to where the crowd was dejectedly waiting.... |
Some Stone Curlews and breakfast at the Deepdale Cafe restored me somewhat
before heading for the trip of 17 hazy but smart, stop-start Dotterel in a huge
field at Choseley that was more flint than soil. Yellowhammers, Corn Buntings,
Skylarks and Grey Partridges added to the feel of a bygone countryside. Down to
RSPB Titchwell for a short walk that added some smart Bar and Blackwits,
Turnstone, Common Sandpiper and a silver back male Scaup to the list but the
wind was getting up and I decided to head homewards...
Well that was before the news of a male Moltoni’s Subalpine Warbler broke from
Blakeney Point. This new split has only been properly documented a couple of
times in the UK before and so another tick was up for grabs but the sheer
thought of seven miles of shingle horrified me and it was only news of a boat
in 45 minutes time that sent me to Morston (narrowly avoiding the Biking Birder
on the way – good to see you Gary and hope you got it!). Fifty people had
gathered but the news on the bird was negative and the fact that it was a one
way trip did not help and a long walk back down the Point to Coastguards and
then back along the coast to Morston only compounded the impending trauma.
But
when the boats arrived we all got on and headed out on the critically low tide
passing some Arctic Terns and Brents on the way. It was like a birders Normandy
landing with boats grounded, planks out and fully equipped passengers
unsteadily out. Amazingly the bird had been re-found and now had a female for
company and within a few minutes the stunning male with his completely pink
washed underparts was in full view in the canopy of the fresh leafed Sycamore
in the plantation. The female was lurking lower down but unfortunately neither
called while I was there.
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Moltoni's Warbler - cheers to Gary Prescott for the shot! |
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The Sycamore of Happiness (related to one at Channerwick on Shetland) |
I spied Dave Norgate heading back to his tiny charter
boat and quickly asked if there was room and having had my fill of this lovely
little bird I turned tail and ran for the boat before the tide made an escape
impossible. Launching was a bit hairy as I had to push the boat out and leap on
board while getting off onto a floating, wobbly pontoon back at Morston was
even more challenging but submerged sandals rather than up to my waist in the
creek was a small price to pay for not having to spend the next few hours
walking shingle and tarmac.
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The boat back.... |
Feeling elated I headed south to my previous intended final stop of RSPB
Lakenheath where I had the place to myself until I left just before seven.
Bitterns boomed, Marsh Harriers skydanced, Beardies pinged and several Hobbies
hawked for dragons. No sign of the Cranes but a fully plumed Great White Egret
was superb and two Cuckoos in a mad duet were thoroughly entertaining.
And so what had started out as a mad twitch had transformed itself into a full
on bird filled extravaganza with not one but two new birds for my UK list (and
no, I am not telling you what it is). The last time that happed was 21 years
ago when Song Sparrow was watched among the Zinc bars at Seaforth in Merseyside
and my only Greater Yellowlegs was enjoyed as it chased tiddlers in the idyllic
setting of Rockcliffe in Cumbria.
Tomorrow will mostly be about resting although I may leave the grass for a
while longer and find somewhere else to go birding....
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And so, there you have it, the two amzaing days that awaited me when I came back from my Lesvos break. And who would have thought that within a month another two tick day would present itself. Would I have liked to see the Great Blue Heron and Cretzschmar's Bunting? Yes, but I resent day tripping the Scillies as I always want more and to be honest the same could be said of a first visit to Bardsey but I am not greedy and I think that I am getting more enjoyment out of my birding now than I ever had...