A www.blueeyedbirder.com adventure:
My third Breckland trip in recent weeks saw us meeting at a ride near Weeting where a Great Grey Shrike had been loitering around a clearing for over a week. It was blustery and cold and rain was in the air but we ambled down through the woods with Nuthatches being especially noisy with both callas and songs being heard through the pines. Marsh Tits and Treecreepers were also heard but both remained high up.
A Woodlark’s mellifluous song cut through the sound of the
wind amongst the pine needles and a wheezy Yellowhammer was declaring his
lamentations for the lack of milky by-products.
Both were singing from the same tall tree top at one stage while a
Mistle Thrush threw in his own mournful refrain.
We took the path away from the little huddle of birders and within just a couple of minutes I had found the Great Grey Shrike perched atop one of the very tall pine stumps in the clearing. At this point it was clear that it was raining where the Shrike was sitting but it took another couple of minutes to get to where we were standing.
Great Grey Shrike |
This species was such a regular part of my formative years
birding with regular birds to be seen during the course of most winters around
the Brecks, New Forest and Suffolk Sandlings.
It was a bird we expected to see.
There was even one in the Lee Valley each winter between the Fishers
Green substation and Grebe Hide. Other
than the wonderful Homeyer’s form that I saw on Shetland a couple of years ago
I can’t remember the last one I saw.
It looked quite dramatic with the backdrop of dark pines and
fine rain. A pair of Stonechats were using
the Mullein stems as lookouts and Skylarks joined the aerial performance.
Occasionally the sun would break through and we would
pretend that it had warmed up, before the cloud scudded back in and the chill
returned. We spent some time scanning the
fine view across a winter wheat field to the staggered pine belt beyond but the
light was tricky. Common Buzzards were
constantly on view with the best part of twenty across the vista. I saw a male Goshawk twice but too late to
get the others onto. A flock of
Brambling and several Siskins came out of the woods and Blackbirds and Song
Thrushes moved across at height perhaps suggesting wintering rather than local
birds.
We walked slowly back and picked up the now mobile Shrike several times, savouring the gleaming white underparts and black bandit mask viewable from any distance.
Still plenty of ripe Ivy berries |
Great Grey Shrike- Peter Webster |
After a brief comfort stop we swung back up to
Cockley Cley where a blustery session saw us rewarded with several views of
male Goshawks actively hunting the forest edge; often dipping into the trees
and sending Woodpigeons and passerines up and out of cover. There were so many Buzzards including at least
two of the very white birds once again.
At one stage there were 17 in view.
A single Sparrowhawk and Red Kite were noted and a large female Goshawk
eventually put on a show that included some half hearted display for us. Two Oystercatchers were merrily kleeping
across the muddy pig fields where Grey and Pied Wagtails foraged.
Back to Lynford Arboretum once again for lunch and an afternoon
stroll. The weather was changeable if I
a being polite with sharp showers that caused us to seek shelter under the
boughs of the stately Sequoias. The alley was full of birds once again and the
Hawfinches were incredibly noisy all around us.
The little orchard paddock alongside hosted at least 12 birds and others
were dropping down into the bank of glorious Cherry Plum where we all watched
them quietly nibbling on the buds and petal.
We then watched two males and female on the deck with the Bramblings but
it was the contrast of colours as the fed in the snowy blossom that made the
greatest impression.
Hawfinches |
Two Yellowhammers, Nuthatches and Marsh Tits also came down
before the sun reappeared and we opted to continue on our circuit where some
dangling Siskins were the highlight along with a single flyover Crossbill.
Elm flowers |
The Box trees here are very impressive as elsewhere in the Brecks and were in imminent flower. There was no sign of any Box-tree moth damage. |
Sweet Violet |
Wondrous Cladonia sp |
Watercress |
and just a few feet away in the same ditch - Fools Watercress |
Little Grebes and Kingfisher were heard on the lake although
neither were seen and three Gadwall dozed on the bank. Firecrests were very quiet but after we had
had a coffee and natter and began to pack up for home two started singing right
by the cars with one appearing at bonnet level in front of my car before
zipping away while I hopped around with one foot out of my Wellington. The other male kept singing but remained high
in his own personal Sequoia.
With more rain pattering down we all bid our farewells after
another successful Breckland venture.
Wow. Very interesting.
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