This evening we went with Twitcher Teasdale for the Purple Ron at Twitchwell. We met up with fellow Team Bowell member Marc Read whilst standing around waiting for the Ron to pop up, who informed us we would probably be waiting quite a while. And indeed we did, about an hour and half, though that is nothing compared to last year where we were sitting at Cley all afternoon and evening and didn’t even see the blighter.
Thankfully this one decided to leap up, flap around a bit, do a massive crap, nearly land in a tree, miss and fall back down the reeds again. Purple Heron in the bag!
The only other bird of note was a male Garganey which was sat on the freshmarsh; it was about the only bird that didn’t seem bothered the presence of a Fox wandering around in circles looking for eggs.
We finished the evening off with a stop at the local chippy in Sunny Hunny. Nice!
Way back in December (or was it November? we forget), the wandering birders ventured down’t south for a rare bird called a “Sociable” Plover (or something like that). The bird however, was about as sociable as fish is to a man with a fishing line and bate (nice analogy eh?) and we failed to see it in the limited time we had.
Anyways, the long and short of it is that not only did we ‘dip’ (that’s what birder’s say when they miss something for those not in the know out their in the blog reading land) on the Unsociable Lover (as we have named it) but we also dipped on Remiz pendulinus (that’s Penduline Tit for those who don’t know Latin bird names... And that’s rare in Britain for those of you who don’t know about birds in Britain) – flippin’ 5 of them (or more perhaps!) in a flock!
The Plover disappeared never to be seen again but earlier this week the Tits returned, out of the blue (or out of the reed mace you might say). The place this all happened of course, Rainham Marshes, RSPB reserve. Unfortunately the reserve is closed to the public at the moment, whilst preparations to make it into some super site are going on.
Guided walks take place every Wednesday (at sharp- fact fans) and a special walk took place yesterday (Saturday) for birders to get to grips with the Tits (as it were), and around 70 did indeed get to grips with the Tits (in a manor of speaking). Howard Vaughan (from the RS of PB) was kind enough to arrange access and indeed even to alert us to the re-emergence of these Tits during the week, for today.
So, setting off around (or half past silly-a-clock as it should be known) the wandering birders plus my Dad, Ray headed down to Rainham. Dan Williams met us at the gate (whom Howard also granted access, rather kindly) and shortly afterwards (about ) Howard turned up and let us in.
It wasn’t long before some birders already on the site had jammed into the flock of 4 Penduline Tits and we soon managed to get on at least 2 males and a female. Tan-tastic pop pickers!
The group made their way round to the other side of the reeds were we rewarded with some excellent scope views of at least one pair, actively feeding just over a drain from us. Below are a couple of record shots (first of a male then of a female) I got (heavily cropped!).
As well as these superb birds, we also recorded the reserve’s second Cetti’s Warbler and an absolutely stonking male Black Redstart which was very confiding at times and definitely the best plumaged bird the wandering birders have seen in the UK- no diggidy, no doubt!
Next was Southend-on-Sea where we quickly located the adult Ring-billed Gull which has been frequenting this shoreline for many a winter, but equally quickly lost it. We had around 8+ adult Med Gulls and one 2nd winter as well as the usual Turnstones trying to gorge our eyes out.
Our last stop of the day was Grafham. We were gonna stop at Needingworth for American Wigeon, but no positive and only negative reports led us to not bothered. It was there however; if only it had been reported!
What a crap winter it is for the East Coast this winter?! Such early promise of beauties such as Buff-bellied Pipit (yep we saw that!) and Ross’s Gulls (ok, so Pipits are that wonderful but it was a mega and is really a birder’s bird- in that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, gosh now we are going all profound like and rambling, so moving on…), but where are the easy to twitch, lingering wonders like Lesser Yellowlegs (remember that?) and Arctic Redpoll?!
Hmmmm… on second thoughts there is an Arctic Redpoll (or three?!) in Suffolk and the Gulls and Pipit have been good enough to keep us going, so why on God’s green earth did we feel the need to travel down’t south to Londinium (as Catatonia would say- hello to all the 90’s music fans out there) to tick off a dodgey duck and escaped parrots, today?
Because people there is nothing dodgy about the Broadwater White-headed Duck and certainly nowt wrong with the very self sustaining Ring-necked Parakeets (even the BOU tick’s ‘em!)- that’s why! Both Roger ‘The Dodger’ Teasdale and I had been eyeing up this potential double (yep- tarts to the end) for ages (well weeks) and so Roger kindly drove Josh and me down to Broadwater this morning (ably co-piloted by the occasionally asleep Ray Bowell aka: my Dad).
Roger, Dad and I all hung back and showed some local beginners the WHD whilst Josh continued onwards and found a further 2 Red-crested Pochards in the Pochard flock (both females) and blasted them.
Walking back to the car park we found a flock of Siskins feeding in the alders. We had already heard Green Woodpecker from the WHD spot, but now we had two Great-spotted Woodpeckers loosely hanging onto the tail feathers of a Tit flock. Roger did the business when he picked out a Lesser-spotted Woodpecker (or Lesser pecker if you like). Another year tick for me- what a super site!
With no time to spare we moved onto Wraysbury, where the sharp eyed Josh immediately caught sight of 3 Ring-necked Parakeets. A struggle to get everyone on them, we need not of worried as we found several others, deeper in the town. Another lifer for Roger, Ray and Will- but not so for Josh, who had cheekily ticked off a couple of singles that he has had in his garden before now.
Unfortunately these screeching birds were very camera shy, so after a while we decided to make our way home- mission was indeed successful. One more port of call was on the cards though- the female Ferruginous Duck near Bedford just had to be done.
Josh managed to slaughter it digiscoping style as you can see from his results. It proved a tricky bird for the DSLR set up so my results were less than brilliant. However, it was a surprisingly nice looking bird in the strong evening sun, making some superb reflections with the reeds. I know it’s hard to get excited by brown ducks- but this was definitely more than some brown duck in the evening sun and was an excellent way to round of a day.
Recently I (Jones) have been suffering from pneumonia so have done virtually nothing aside short local trips. However, my strength is finally coming back, and mum and I decided to go down Norfolk for a couple of days - giving me the chance to get some 'fresh air'.
The afternoon of the 4th was spent in the Cley area. First port of call was Kelling Water Meadows, where the Eurasian Bittern walked around in the open in the cow field just to the south of the main pool. It was very odd to see a Bittern in the middle of a field hunting amongst cows, with no cover whatsoever around it, and an easy way to secure this sometimes-difficult species for the year. Next we moved down the road to Salthouse, where the highlight was a Purple Sand on the pool by the carpark. Sorted out common waders here like Ruff, Knot, Snipe etc, as well as a flock of Snow Buntings flying around. Offshore, a Black-throated and several Red-throated Divers provided interest, as did Guillemots and a Razorbill. The regular flock of Dark-bellied Brent Geese revealed two Pale-bellied Brents opposite Walsey Hills, but no Brants. Then it was on to Stiffkey, where mum left me for an hour or so. Highlights here included Bramblings, Blackcap, male Hen Harrier, Ruddy Duck, but no hoped-for Green-winged Teal amongst the hundreds of Eurasian. By the time we reached Holkham it was almost dark, and there was no sign of the Black Brant. However several thousand Pink-foooted Geese were noted, as was a Barn Owl and a few Eurasian White-fronted Geese.
5th A relatively late start saw me back at Holkham; this time in the park. After a while, a female Lesser Spotted Woodpecker was eventually located just east of the monument with a tit flock, which contained both Nuthatch and Marsh Tit. Also, Jays were heard calling. I wandered down to the lake, which was full of gulls. Two Meds were located; and adult and an advanced first-winter. An adult Yellow-legged Gull was sitting on a post on the opposite side of the lake. There were also 12 Barnacle Geese here; presumably the source of the birds often seen with Pinks. I then wandered down to the Gap, where I distantly 'scoped a small flock of four Shore Larks towards the eastern end. I couldn't be bothered to get closer, so went back to the Brents by Lady Anne's drive. The adult Black Brant was showing well with at least four hybrids amongst the flock, some looking fairly reminiscent of nigricans. I grilled the extensive flocks of Pinks, and was well rewarded with an adult Greenland White-fronted Goose and a single Tundra Bean Goose. However there was no sign of the Ross's X Pink hybrid. Eventually I got cold, and I met up with mum and my aunt, and we journeyed to Titchwell. The scrapes were pretty dead, although two Bearded Tits called from the main reedbed, as did a Water Rail. A lone Avocet was on the Brackish Marsh. The sea provided the most interest with the highlight being a Black-necked Grebe. At least one Slavonian was also noted, as was a Long-tailed Duck, several Red-breasted Mergansers, 6 Velvet Scoters, several thousand Common Scoters, and two Eider. Also cleared up on a couple of easy waders like Ringed Plover and Bar-tailed Godwit. We then headed up to Choseley, where Corn Bunting was added to the year list. There was no sign of the Little Owl however, though a big flock of Pinks was impressive. It got dark, and then we went home.
2006 started in Norfolk for me as usual, but due to recent ill-health Josh remained in the Peterborough area with a Caspian Gull under the belt.
Usually I do the North west Norfolk traditional spots on January 1st scoring a comfortable ton with relative ease, but this year, for a new challenge it was decided that a few Peterborough birders would hit the delights of East Norfolk to see if that could offer us the hallowed century.
Setting off from Deeping, with Roger “the Dodger” Teasdale (or ‘Twitcher Teasdale’ as the wandering birders also know him) joining my Dad, Ray and I, at 6.30am, Mute Swan was the first bird of 2006 as 3 swam down the Welland in streetlight.
Joining the Williams’s at their Norfolk pad near Felbrigg at 8.00am was excellent timing with a wee diversion to Cley, kindly hosted by the Norfolk constabulary, who seemingly put away their cones blocking the main Cromer road as soon as we passed (it did gain us the only Buzzard of the day mind!). Bob and Sue Titman also joined the crew and a pleasant walk round Felbrigg notched up near 50 species with Woodcock, Marsh Tit and Water Rail being the highlights.
After some excellent bacon butties, thanks to kind hospitality of the Williams family, we headed onwards towards Happisburgh for some mid-morning seawatching, but soon turned back on ourselves when we got ‘the call’ from John Furse alerting us that yesterday’s Ross’s Gull was back at Cley!
Thankfully it was still there for us to enjoy, but we could only stop briefly, a traffic jam was forming in the car park and we couldn’t spend all day watching this lifer for all- including Trevor the biggest lister among us!
After a pointless walk to a frozen solid Hickling Broad which only gave us Long-tailed Tit, we finished the day at Stubb’s Mill. It was an awesome end to the day with at least 30 Marsh Harriers coming in, with at least 3 Merlins buzzing about, 3-4 Barn Owls and 2 Hen Harriers, peaking with a superb backing track of Bewick’s Swans until there was only just enough light to count 29 Common Cranes ‘gronking’ in- the last bird of the day making it a respectable 85 species for the day! Absolute magic!
We all finished the day with several bottles of wine and chili and jacket potatoes with some rather scrumptious puddings that even the sternest dietician couldn’t resist! Many thanks to Trev and Jane for their hospitality (as ever!) and to everyone else for their excellent company! Happy New Year to everyone- from the Wandering Birders!
It was inevitable I suppose; a Lesser Grey Shrike sat on Spurn head with no tail, deemed unfit to carry on and try and get back on track with its migration, sat there for a week no less and we had not paid it a visit. Something had to give.
In the end it was our nerve and a rather hurried pace from south Lincs saw us at the head in 3 hours, ably driven by Chris Orders (thanks Chris!) this afternoon. Stephen Menzie was our ‘man on the ground’ and had been all morning and some of the afternoon; he informed us that a) it looked like a Hamster on the deck and a Bat in flight and b) it had gone missing since 1.30pm. Things weren’t looking good when we rolled up at just before .
The other birders left us and we managed to get reasonably close to the Shrike without flushing it. Eventually after about 15 minutes it decided to go for another feed on the beach. After getting what ever it was after it landed on a bush. Chris, who was behind the wandering birders whistled to draw our attention to a Kestrel hovering above it. Little did he know that seconds later the Shrike would be letting out a loud ‘chack’ as the Kes squashed it!
We didn’t see it fly off with it, but on the other hand didn’t see the Shrike fly off either, we ran like mad to the spot in the hope of being able to scare the Kestrel off it’s victim. Alas there was no sign, just a pile of feathers!
There of course has been no further sign of the Shrike and we couldn’t find any remains. You can’t help but feel sorry for the poor Shrike, especially when the tail actually looked like it might have been growing back. Guess it looked just too much like a rodent for the Kes to resist!
Besides the Shrike, the wandering birders have been up to quite a bit of twitching and a full report of what we have seen will follow soon.
Blimey! Seems ages ago that the wandering birders went birding together; we've barely had any spare time to do so of late what with Josh sunning himself in France during the second week of August and Will getting wet with other RYLA's at Grafham at the beginning of the month, its been hectic!
A gab in the shenanigans towards the end of the month has meant we can concentrate on what we love the most- migration. This past week's weather forecast looked hopefully for Wednesday and Thursday so early on Wednesday morning we headed off to Norfolk for a slice of the action.
The climax to the last few days came on Friday when we headed to Suffolk for a true drifter- a Red-backed Shrike. The directions were naff but we eventually found a birder watching this elusive juvenile and Josh got some mungus shots! For more photos taken during the past few days, see our Bird Gallery by clicking here.