Alle alle….oops

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.


Just walking

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.

You want it darker

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…

A splash of colour on a grey day.

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….

Supermarket loyalty

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.