Summer colour

When the dazzling colours of a drake Mandarin are starting to look a bit ragged we’re certainly heading into the quieter weeks of bugs and plants.
Two Mandarins were out on the green waters at Mere Sands this afternoon as Kingfishers hurtled about the edges of the lagoons, and the woods held Treecreepers, Blackcap, Willow Warbler, Chiffchaff, Gtr ‘Pecker, but oddly no Nuthatch as I wandered about (one was calling at Ainsdale Station yesterday and at Dempsey Towers this morning, but hidden by the summer canopy).

Another Mandarin was lurking under the overhanging branches from the Redwing Hide this afternoon, and Common Terns chased off over-curious Herring Gulls and Lesser Black Backs.

Yesterday on a guided walk through the dunes at Hightown, two Groppers were still reeling and three flotillas of Shelduck young were out on rising tide on the Alt estuary, although gulls were picking off any that got separated from the safety of the brood.

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More peace.

‘Crested the bridge over the Hodder long before the morning mist had started to burn away. A few minutes later the Pied Flycatchers were calling in the blissful dawn green as I turned the ignition off.
There’s something reassuring about a place that doesn’t change, and I hope Moor Piece remains Lancs’ Pied Fly breeding ark for many years to come…and of course that the species can reclaim other sites.
A gorgeous and peaceful reserve, I had it to myself for an hour or two this morning, as Pied Flys, Jays, Greater ‘Peckers, Siskins, Nuthatches and Willow Warblers zipped about the pocket of East Lancs woodland.

The Pied Flys were as obvious and noisy as ever – fantastic wee things, two males were in my face pretty much constantly as I strolled along the road, but I reckon I had at least three different birds around the road junction.

Sometimes you need a few hours as precious as these, but by 0930 the lycra-clad horde started to drone through.
“I’m Bradley Wiggins, I’m Bradley Wiggins, and I’ve got the biggest sideburns in the world…”
etc etc etc
They weren’t doing any harm of course, but the Sunday-pumped lurid skin tights and relentless hum of tyres on tarmac effectively shattered my forest bathing green sanctuary vibe and by 10am I hopped back into the wheels and drifted down to the coast.
“I were right about that saddle though”.

Spangly contest

The Banded Demoiselles and Black Tailed Skimmers zooming about the parched pathways at Lunt were undeniably elegant and sparkly this afternoon, but the Wood Sand feeding on the the lagoon just north of the new “Garganey Screen” without doubt beat them in the spangly stakes.

A bit distant at times, but the sandpiper staved off the summer lull for a short period at least, although this marvellous Lancs Wildlife Trust reserve certainly had that “wilting in the heat ” feel to it today.
Watched the wader scampering about with Tony Conway for 45 mins or so, and then headed home to cool off.
Yesterday three Bottle Nose Dolphins were a bonus, breaching and feeding off Ainsdale for 20 minutes or so just after 8am.
The water was so calm the cetaceans were obvious to the naked eye as soon as I got into the tower at work.

This cleaned up awful record shot with a point and press at full zoom through glass looks little better than it did yesterday, but it reminds me of my third encounter with Bottlers off the Sefton coast in the last five years…
Not as spangly as a Wood Sand, but still good.

Hunter and hunted

Adrenalin rush of the day (not counting the panicky moment when I twigged I’d been speed-gunned by a traffic cop on the way home – fair do’s I was bang to rights) was the Hobby that scorched past the office window at Ainsdale at about 1pm today.
One had rocketed through yesterday, but it was history by the time I’d registered it.
I saw today’s falcon coming though from about 300m away and had a bin-ful as it whizzed past just a few feet distant through the glass, all red troosers and black moustaches.
Gorgeous.
Later in the day Phil Smith dropped by having been watching Hobby bait all afternoon.
Not any old Hobby bait mark you, but three superb Red Veined Darters around one of the larger fenced Natterjack pools south of Shore Road.
Phil explained David Tyler (BHD) had seen Red Veined Darters there yesterday afternoon, so I scooted down to the area in the warm evening sun.
At least two ruby red Red Veined Darters were resting on the sand outside the fenced pool (Slack 169d for those who know the slack numbering system), and Broad Bodied Chasers, Emperor Dragonflies and Black Tailed Skimmers rattling around over the water.
The sun was a bit low to get great pics but I managed one reasonable head on shot of those lovely red eyes.
I can just hear the Hobbies licking their lips now…mmmmm strawberries…
On the walk back to the office I saw another Red Veined Darter perched up in the south west corner of Slack 170.
Thanks for the tip-off Phil, and thanks to David Tyler too!

Beer and chasers

It was all going so well at Marshside this morning, despite the hot conditions – two Curlew Sands and two Little Stints were feeding amongst the Dunlin and Ringed Plover behind the Junction Pool and Great White Egret and a Peregrine went over, heading north.
The heat lured Tropical Thomason out, and he joined me checking through the waders (once he’d gone back to get his bins).
Then things got all foxed up.

Everything was a bit jittery after that, so I wandered down to Nels as the temperatures started to rise.
A male and female Garganey were dozing quite close to the hide, but with the late morning sun behind them, they were never going to perform too well.

The wibbly wobbly heat made watching a Spot Fly just south of the Junction Pool tricky too, but occasionally it perched up in the willows.

Back at Dempsey Towers the sultry south easterly yesterday brought two Broad Bodied Chasers into the garden (only the second time they’ve visited in twenty years), and Swifts and House Martins whizzed through ahead of the rain with two calling Med Gulls to boot.
Beer and chasers – mmmmm…..
As the year heads bugwards a tiny Pyrausta aurata was zipping about when I got home today, an exquisite midget gem, but I hope I can see a few birds more before it all goes micro moth.

Hey big ears!!

A good day to walk the dog out on Plex today (I know I don’t have a dog – not that kinda dog).
With everything a bit late this year, and birds still popping up on Lundy, there is still an outside chance of Dotterel just (I’ve found ’em on the Withins in June before today).
But today wasn’t that day.
Water Avens looking wispily weird and wonderful, plus Northern Marsh Orchids pushing up in select colonies.
At Haskayne Cutting a Garden Warbler showed briefly then was chased off by the overly aggressive male Blackcap, (it was even hassling Whitethroats, do behave).
That’s what being territorial means I guess.

Too early to be getting botanical yet though, so I headed back out onto the open fields.
I’m currently reading Ian Newton’s excellent, but sobering, New Nat “Farming and Birds”.
I just hope they’re not reading it too.

A few Yellowhammers about, and Whitethroats conspicuous, while the usual early summer flocks of Herring Gulls and LBBs were foraging on the freshly tilled soils with Stock Doves, Woodpigeon and a few Mistle Thrush.
Season’s rolling on…

Sweary golfers

I’m very much in the Mark Twain school when it comes to golf, but even I was surprised to discover that the prime objective is actually to get the little white ball into the SSSI ditch lagoon, not in the wee hole by the flag.
Several times.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
The air was blue enough to make the Greater ‘Pecker above the public footpath through Hesketh Golf Course blush as I walked on this morning.
Sweary golfers notwithstanding I thought I’d get out early to enjoy the day before it got too hot.
But I wasn’t so early that Stuart Darbyshire and Pete Allen weren’t there before me, watching two Spotted Flycatchers as they zipped about gorging on the large amounts of midges swarming around the willows.
We enjoyed the flycatchers for twenty minutes or so as they darted about, inevitably reflecting on their crash as breeding birds, along with so many others.

Percy Sledge numbers still way down on previous years, but as I have a medically recognised allergic condition when it comes to bunting and confetti, I decided to stay out at Marshside for a bit longer, even when the day started to heat up and the aroma of “Gawd bless you ma’am” lay heavy in the air.
Just one or two Dunlins (including a small, small-billed bird) with the dozing Blackwits from Nels and the halfway screen, a new Chiffchaff singing by the Sandplant and egrets everywhere.

Sunday social

Flocks of birders out this morning, crowding onto the platform at Hesketh Road to ‘scope the large numbers of Dunlin at the southern end of the marsh.
All a bit distant still (the birds, not the people), but at least one Curlew Sandpiper threaded its way through dozing Blackwits, when a circling Peregrine wasn’t terrifying the massed Dunlin, godwits and smaller numbers of Ringed Plover.
The Glossy Ibis were still keeping a low profile (distantly) over by the fenceline, and a male Whinchat and at least two Wheatears were in Wheatear Corner.
Distantly.

Everyone agreed Marshside was looking spot on this spring for a mega-wader – but we say that at this time every year.
The Temminck’s Stint had cleared out, but it was still there and distant yesterday, having first rocked up on Thursday.
After a good chinwag I headed south to Cabin Hill, where a Gropper was reeling away, alongside singing Willow Warblers, Chiffies and Whitethroats.

The difference between small and far away

The difference is not always as obvious as Father Ted led Dougal to believe.
The splendid Temminck’s Stint found by Stuart Darbyshire at Marshside this morning was small.
But by the time I got to grips with it, the bird was also far away.
Even with the benefit of a kindly lent ‘scope view from a twitch member at lunchtime (I didn’t get your name, but many thanks) I was hard pressed to tell the difference.
You can just make it out on this long range zoom pic, halfway between the two white feathers on the muddy edge of the back ridge to Fairclough’s Pool.

If you look really hard that is. Just.
Through the ‘scope my squint at the stint revealed the usual Temminck’s creeping posture and pale legs.
The bird drew a fair crowd who watched from the platform on Hesketh Road, while large numbers of Swifts fed in the cold easterly air over the Marine Lake to the south of us.

Two Great Whites about earlier too, and rather oddly, a Willow Warbler feeding on the lawn at Dempsey Towers first thing….

Roast goose

The type of weather that makes an ice-cream van driver beam today – and it lured just about everyone out onto Marshside too, so it was fun socialising inbetween dodging melanomas and cyclists.
One of the Tundra Bean Geese (left hand bird in the pic above) was still with about 250 Pink Feet, which were slowly melting in the heat on Crossens Outer, so with Trops and Bazzo I hooked up with the hottest goose twitch on the planet.

Hard to get a picture in the shimmery heat, and not much easier to get to grips with the drake Garganey on Marshside One either, as it dozed in a clump of vegetation as the mercury climbed.
Looking into the sun from Nels it was difficult to see it, but its lightning strike eyestripe gave it away even in these white light conditions.

From the inland side of M1, four Curlew Sands were feeding with the sparring Ruff and Dunlin flock with a few Ringed Plovers, but at range.
Perhaps most interesting this morning was the Great White Egret I picked up that flew south high over Marshside One at about 1030, followed by another 30 seconds later…then another…then another….
The four birds were all following the same flight line, and presumably in sight of each other – has anyone had a group drop in south of us today I wonder?
Go on, break the habit of a lifetime and communicate.
At least three of the birds had strong yellow bills.
Where were they going?
Lovely to see everyone this morning…99s with raspberry sauce all round!!!