Friday, 14 July 2017
I did record a bit of bird activity last Sunday on the Wildspace. A Little Ringed Plover took flight from the settling beds and called voraciously over the river and onto the Potters site - it would be great to see some juveniles in a few weeks time. An adult Garden Warbler was also a real surprise beneath the big Oak tree in the middle of the Wildspace. I was on the lookout for Black-tailed Skimmers to add to the Big Year list and there was plenty of Odonata on the wing. Ruddy Darter and Brown Hawker were evident around the first nettle bed along the riverside. An Emperor hawked high above the in the canopy and following this it had an altercation with a Damselfly hanging high above on a bare branch. Once it returned to it's lookout it looked like a Willow Emerald and taking a photo was able to crop in to see the spur on the thorax that confirmed it's identity, the first of the year for this recent arrival, first recorded for the county at Roswell Pits. Around the corner I took a rough path through the scrub and onto the edge of the partial lagoon in the bend of the river. Watching the damselflies here I thought they looked to have upward bending bodies and they appeared small but when I looked at the photos I had taken they didn't seem to have the X shape on the last segment that would have confirmed Small Red=eyed Damselfly. However when I returned home and looked at the pictures a couple did show the distinctive marks, a new damselfly for the Wildspace.
From Cuckoo Bridge a Kingfisher patiently eyed the waters below and caught several fish before taking on back to some very vocal young hunger calling from the nearby willows.
Along the river bank I found a Black-tailed Skimmer resting on the bare earth, exactly as it should have been. Further around an Emerald Damselfly along a stagnant ditch was my first of the year and on a small pond in Springhead Meadow a femal Broad Bodied Chaser was ovipositing, in constant movement and a Four-spotted Chaser looked on from a reed. Purple Hairstreaks were evident on each of the Oak trees I checked, great to see these in numbers. A great little spell out in the Wildspace.
Thursday, 13 July 2017
Midsummer indulgence over a couple of weekends in Ditton Park Wood, Newmarket enjoying a very healthy show of Purple Emperors. It is a cracking site and an easy visit with a two year old in tow, so family friendly that we took 4 young uns out and while the adults absorbed themselves in Iris the kids disappeared into the woods to make dens and go native.
Himself twice and Her Majesty, on one leaf
Purple Hairstreaks are having a bonanza, every Oak and Ash combination have hairstreaks whizzing within their canopy and at Ditton Park Wood the canopy has been heaving with them in the right spots. We were lucky and did follow one down, after several hours, onto a low level Hazel leaf. Buzzing around nearby was a freshly emerged Southern Hawker, just gorgeous.
Sunday, 25 June 2017
When I left my job last year I was very touched by a gift I received from a lovely family, they had given me a day flying Falcons. It took me some time to put a date in the calendar but when the day did come I had a tremendous time. Fenland Falcons in Wisbech St Mary couldn't have been more accommodating. Following a good look around the birds I was given plenty of guidance and advice in how to use the lure and fly the falcons. An Essex Skipper was the highlight of the meadowland butterflies and after some practice I watched some flights and then tried to put a bit of what I'd learnt into practice. Everything changed when a real Lanner Falcon was coming at me with 40mph behind her.
Atlas - The gorgeous Lanner I was flying
As with the gliding earlier in the week a great buzz and experience, I loved the flying. Thanks to Michael for the patient training and to the Morris family for the gift. The birds at the centre were gorgeous and I was particularly taken with the male Red-footed Falcon, American Kestrel and the Ural Owl. On the journey home I stopped in on Roswell Pits to look for Dragons and Damsels. Plenty of both but the scarce ones remained unfound although a showy Comma performed, it's an excellent year for them so far.
Ruddy darter (m)
Blue-tailed Damselfly (fm)
Scarce Chaser (m)
Saturday, 24 June 2017
Last summer we booked, but didn't quite make, a gliding trip. We booked early this year and chose the Summer Solstice to take to the air and ride the thermals, like a young Buzzard just out of the nest. A while ago now I took to the air and skydived over the Ouse Washes to see how a Crane or a Peregrine might see the Ely10. On that flight the curve of the earth flashed by somewhere between the Wash and Stansted. The cold February air let us see far but the acceleration blurred the streaks of silt and swell and after 8 years I felt the need to take flight without propulsion again. This flight was going to give time to see the Suffolk countryside sedately and with time to drink in the view. No such thing.
Sunday, 18 June 2017
Some good news from the Washes where a second pair of Stilts have 2 young on the RSPB reserve. Some gorgeous weather either end of the week meant some good weekends for searching out Butterflies, Dragons and Damsels. Last weekend, at Paxton Pits I watched 5 or 6 Norfolk Hawkers patrolling their chosen pit, full of Water Soldier. They were zooming around and not settling at all, I was pleased to get any shots of the green eyed beast. One did clatter around in the foliage, I guess freshly emerged. I also saw an Emerald dragonfly of some description a couple of times hawking over the Lilies, very distinctive and not like anything I'd seen before I feel confident of the family and it would most likely be Downy Emerald as these do occur into Bedfordshire, however they are not really known in Cambs.
Having received confirmation that the damselflies I had photographed were indeed Variable almost the first Damselfly I saw around Roswell Pits last weekend was also a Variable, however I've not encountered any further.
On Ely Common this weekend up to 9 Marbled Whites were flying and along the drove at Thistle Corner a thriving population was on the wing in the managed field edges. Further along this path at the entrance to a reasonable Elm copse 20 or so White-Letter Hairstreaks are in residence and being drawn to the brambles, a cracking little site for these butterflies. A Brown Hawker also took a fancy to this area, my first of the year.
In the garden Ruddy Darter were active around the pond and meadow while our Lesser Whitethroat has started singing again suggesting a brood has fledged and there maybe just enough time to squeeze in a second.
Sunday, 4 June 2017
It's not often you get the chance to see something really special- let alone in such an intimate setting. I was one of the lucky volunteers and staff at Welney to watch over a pair of Black-winged Stilts, as they settled down to nest on the reserve. I spent three evenings sitting in a truck studying the birds, and held my breath every time they left the nest, fearing that one of the nearby gulls would take advantage of an easy meal.
In fact the stilts seemed most alarmed by Coots, and would crane forward, bill towards the threat, every time a Coot blundered too close.
The prospective parents swapped brooding duties every hour or so, and while one bird sat, the other would feed and preen on a small splash nearby.
Neither bird ever truly relaxed when I was watching, there was always something to shake them from their ease, despite the warm sleep-inducing evening sun. A hare or Pheasant would pass by, and the sitting bird would stretch up and look intently on until danger receded, and then a quick preen of the chest, perhaps a turn of the eggs or just a change of alignment on the nest- sometimes facing east, sometimes north, south or west, I documented how long the stilts sat in each position to see if I could see a pattern. I had wondered if the Sun's position in the sky might be the factor determining how the stilts sat- but one study of one nest does not a paradigm make.
It seems that all the eggs hatched over the last weekend, but none of the chicks made it through the week. After a brief period where the adults shepherded their brood among the rushes and bugle, something happened, and the pair flew off onto the main reserve with nothing to show for their efforts.
At least they tried, and with the occurrence of this elegant species becoming more frequent, and breeding attempts from all over the country in recent years, we may yet see the stilt become a regular British bird. Brexit means nothing to them.
Saturday, 3 June 2017
I first saw a Marsh Warbler on a pale evening in Finland. We stopped at a small nettle tangled copse along a gravelled track, and got glimpses of a bird that crept through the undergrowth, singing short bursts of song from near total concealment. My impression of it was of it's big mouth, both metaphorically and literally. It was always hard to see, popping up as it did most unpredictably, and never in the open.
When a bird turned up at Lakenheath, therefore, I was pleased to see a few photos posted on birdguides that implied the chance of better views.
On a still morning this week I finally decided to have a look, and I was pleasantly surprised to find the scarce warbler in almost constant voice, and continually returning to a favoured perch, not too far away.
When singing, it looked very big headed, with it's broad gape bright, and full throat white in constant tremulous motion. Longer winged and much more olive toned than the Reed Warbler, it's buffy eye-ring and lores were slightly more prominent, though the stand-out difference was it's varied song.
Nightingale, Blackbird, Blue Tit, Swallow, Grasshopper Warbler, House Sparrow and less familiar african species- a bulbul type in particular, were among the many different songs that this bird had borrowed and incorporated into it's songbook. Such a far cry from the more sedate monotonous rythmns of the Reed Warbler, and less frenetic and scratchy than the Sedge Warbler, both species that sang nearby.
Normally a trip to Lakenheath would centre on the Hobbys, Cuckoos and Bittern, but this morning, despite a Bittern flying past quite close, the highlight was a small, non-discript visitor with perhaps the best skill at mimicry in the country.
By ten o'clock the heat of the day was already too oppressive, so I made my way back, stopping briefly to look at the other warblers with the Marsh Warbler still fresh in the memory.
The next day, the Marsh Warbler was gone, it's beautiful song having failed to attract a mate in this foreign corner of the fens.