Many thanks (again) to Des Ney for sending me this smashing picture of a young Glauc on the beach north of Fisherman’s Path at Freshfield yesterday.
“I’ve had quite an interesting week so far on the beach”, Des explained. “Found a sadly deceased Grey Seal at Freshfield after the high winds and rough seas. Today I photographed what I’ve since been informed is a Glaucous Gull which was a nice find”.
Indeed it is Des – it has been a few years since two fine Glaucs wintered between Ainsdale and Birkdale, so I hope this one sticks around.
Battled out into the fierce hooley this morning with Neill and Duncan, to enjoy a bright sunny day.
The nippy north westerly was gusting right up to force seven and beyond, and made it difficult to find birds, or at times stand up – it was the first outing for my big coat this winter.
I’m pleased to say we were as consistent as ever – earlier in the week I’d driven north with the guys and we had managed to miss the long-staying Great Grey Shrike at Leighton Moss, then miss the long-staying Snow Buntings over at Lytham, limping home with Marsh Tit, Great White Egret and a few Marsh Harriers (although lots of laughs) to show for the expedition.
Today we were sharp as ever, missing the Med Gull on Southport Marine Lake (it has been just about Superglued to the area around the cafe immediately below the bridge for the last two years), and the ever-reliable Twite around the pier were not.
The Water Pipits were predictably absent from Crossens, but on the upside we watched two Ravens playing in the gale over the sea wall, dancing on the air while we struggled to remain upright.
We walked north along the seawall at Banks to ‘scope about 1500 Pink Feet on the fields immediately inland, but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary amongst ’em, and out on Boundary Lane at least two Bewick’s Swans were still with the Whooper herd there.
After that we just had time to not see the Little Owl at Banks (the door on his barn is bashed in – he won’t like that) and fail to connect with the Cattle Egrets off Town Lane.
Either you’ve got it, or you haven’t.
“Brrrrriiiinnnng….brrrriiinnng….brrriiinnng” went the two Waxwings as they scoffed berries from the central reservation on the A565 at Banks this morning as Neill and I watched ’em.
Lovely things as ever, if the racing traffic was a bit of a distraction.
Even better one of them (presumably a male, looking at the size of its crest), was colour ringed.
Who does that?
Yellow under metal (BTO) on the right leg, yellow, green and red on the left leg – see pics below.
The ringed bird had a pronounced “nail” on its bill tip too. Odd.
We watched the Waxwings for about 30 minutes or so, not forgetting to year tick the Banks Little Owl chilling on its barn on full zoom across the fields (don’t worry purists, I did motor round so we could “drive-by” tick it as well…).
Earlier we started off on the marsh with the young Scaup and Pochards in front of Nels at 60x hyper-zoom from the Hesketh Rd platform, Water Rail squealing in the SSSI ditch and at least three Sprawks in the area.
From the Sandplant the sub-adult male Hen Harrier was sitting out in the distance, two Merlin were hunting and Peregrine, 3 Marsh Harrier and Kestrels were about.
The Hen Harrier was a blob in the mist through the camera, but showed quite well via the ‘scope as an almost warm spell of all too brief sun got the Skylarks singing.
At least the white survey posts make finding birds easy peasy out there these days (assuming you know which white post folk are referring too).
Neill picked up a group of four Barnacle Geese with the Pinks, and two Stonechats were on the fenceline.
Post-Waxwings I drove out onto Boundary Lane in the badlands, where a herd of about 200 Whoopers held at least six Bewick’s Swans – there were possibly more as a few distant white lumps were dozing, heads and necks hidden.
After that we buzzed over to Martin Mere (hi Andy) before hatching a cunning and inevitably messy, beer-related Sunday afternoon plan…
Many thanks to Des Ney for sending me these pictures of a Little Auk he discovered on the tideline near the end of Fisherman’s Path, Freshfield, just before Christmas.
Des found the corpse on December 22nd.
“Visually the bird seemed in good condition with no obvious cause of death”, Des explained.
“I think in days prior to the find there may have been some strong winds and heavy seas which may have been a contributory factor”.
Not often you come across a Dovekie, dead or alive, on our coastline.
Started a new series of winter walks at work today, with the first taking us through Birkdale Local Nature Reserve this morning.
Fairly quiet – just one feeding flock of titmice, and on the way down to the station at Ainsdale, Chiffchaff and two Goldcrests calling.
Best of all though a Short Eared Owl was hunting the dune ridge on the seaward side of the Coast Road and a short time later another Shortie came in from the east, high, while being mobbed by a Carrion Crow.
Later in the day I was in the dunes again with the Natural Alternatives group and had two Jack Snipe and a Water Rail as we shambled along.
A few Chaffinches seemed to be moving through too.
All good stuff.
I can’t spend my life waiting for the sun to break through (it’ll be back again someday I’m sure), so I headed down to the marsh despite the gloomy grey half-light which persisted all day.
Even though Marshside felt subdued in the uninspiring conditions, there were still birds everywhere – good numbers of waders and wildfowl, while even the greyest of days doesn’t seem so bad when the raptors are putting on the kind of show they are at the moment.
Two Peregrines, including the big young galooty one that keeps lunging at Pink Feet (fat chance), powered about, while young Marsh Harriers were spooking everything and tussling with at least two Hen Harriers.
At one point a fine male Hen Harrier, young Marsh Harrier and Common Buzzard were all wheeling around in my scope view at the same time – what an eyeful!
Merlins screamed around as the bigger raptors broke the skyline for a pleasingly large audience there to appreciate the show.
Up at Hesketh Out Marsh the drake American Wigeon was sailing about with the main Wigeon herd off the old “bus stop” hide viewing platform, which was handy for the car park, even if it was way too dark to take decent pictures of the thing.
Occasionally the yankee wandered off into the vegetation to graze with the rest of the flock, but always returned to the water.
It’s forehead blaze looked a bit lemony to me, but that was probably just a case of me getting the camera exposure wrong in the appalling light…
Don’t know about you, but these grey winter days really bring me down.
On days when it feels like the sun hasn’t bothered to come up, I think the best thing for me to do is try to catch up with my “Birdblog Goa” blog.
I’ve put a few more updates on now, please take a look.
Let’s face it if Orange Headed Thrush, Bluethroat, Citrine Wag and Collared Kingfisher don’t brighten up your day, it’s probably best to just stay in bed….
Still roaming about the Humber, I called into see the four Waxwings at Hessle this morning as they commuted between the Aldi and Sainsburys car parks either side of Priory Way.
Aldi seemed their favourite, with a few more berries on the trees, although when I left they’d just jumped ship to Sainsburys and were scanning the area from the treetops as they do.
Across the river I visited Far Ings, but with several working parties hard at it on this great reserve, the reedbeds were predictably quiet – apart from the odd supervised fire that is….
A few Goldeneye, winter thrushes and a single Marsh Harrier patrolling the area in the raw cold.
From there I drove the short distance round to Bonby Carr, where at least four Short Eared Owls were hunting the marshy wide open expanses, much to the joy of the big lens and camouflage underpants brigade.
Up to ten owls have been here this winter.
To be fair, the photographers were all sensibly parked and behaving impeccably, scanning the fields from the track side, and causing no disturbance to the birds as they quartered the area.
After a quick burst of amateurish P900 blattage, I left them to it and birded my way back to Immingham.