Peregrine

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It's always a treat when I get an e-mail from Simon Stirrup because they'll always be a cracking photograph attached.  We have frequent Peregrines around the E10 but it isn't easy to get such a fantastic image as the one above.  Over on the Washes at Welney this Aythya hybrid (I like Simon's Fool's Scaup label) was showing well.  

ReedHeads

Just some of the Reed Buntings caught and ringed in the garden over the last few years - all in march and April. It's this time of year when they pass through in good numbers. we ringed a couple of males on Saturday, and today there were four unringed  birds hopping about. There had been a ringed male for a few days last week, so that makes at least seven, and with numbers of females fairly similar, it goes to show just how many birds can pass through without our knowledge. 

The close up views gives a wonderful opportunity to see the surprising amount of variation in pattern - mostly down to feather wear.

Gender Phluid.

                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                             One of the Pheasants is Woke. Each year, up to a dozen pheasants wander round the garden, hoovering up the spillage from the feeders and generally milling about hiding from the local sportsmen. There's usually one or two males and a loose harem of females, and come the Spring the males start making noises and approach the females, plumage contorted in the stilted ceremony that shows off the iridescent Pre-Raphaelite patterns of maroon, red gold and deep pacific blue.  

But a few weeks ago, I noticed that one male was not quite the regal chevalier his garden mate had turned out to be. My first thought was that he was a young bird that hadn't fully moulted, but over a few days inspection - a different idea has emerged. 

It's long past the date where young birds have finished their moult into adult plumage, and yet this one bird still has not attained the greenish blue head with bold scarlet wattles and shining ear tufts. Its scapulars and mantle are still faded umber and black, and its orange underparts lack the glossy black diamonds and drops that give a male Pheasant its characteristic metallic feel. And it's small. Eventually I managed to see it side by side with one of the females - and apart from the longer tail, they were more or less the same size.

                                                                                                                                             

In close up, it was obvious the plumage  had both male and female features, with many feathers being an intermediate pattern. The bird has not appeared interested in the other females - no displaying or even stalking, and interestingly, the other - or should I say only male has attempted to court this bird a couple of times, slowly following it across the grass and adopting the hunchbacked, droop flanked, head bowing posture reminiscent of a Japanese kabuki actor sidling across the stage.

Side by side with the obvious male, this other bird is much smaller, and with all the other evidence taken into consideration, I guess it must be a female. I've never seen this genetic cross-dressing in Pheasants before - and I've seen a lot of pheasants over the years. But this is the 21st century after all - so deal with it.

Everything's Gone Grey

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Back in February 1989, as a 14 year old teenager, I saw my very first Great Grey Shrike at the gravel pits at New Hythe, Kent.  This Shrike and a nearby Waxwing, provided a diversion for the mass of twitchers who descended upon the area to see the iconic rarity of the era, the Larkfield Golden Winged Warbler. 

I had fixated on seeing a Shrike for many years, religously pouring over artistic portrayals by Thorburn, Lars Jonsonn, Hilary Burn, Alan Harris, John Busby, Jan Wilczur, Bruce Pearson and Robert Gillmor awaiting my first encounter with a monochrome butcherbird.  Conversely I had little idea of what a Golden Winged Warbler should look like, no real sense of expectation - it was just mega rare.   

Now I'm not daft enough to say that the Shrike overshadowed seeing the dazzling transatlantic vagrant but it certainly added tremendously to an incredibly exciting and memorable day (thanks Dad xx).  

Great Grey Shrikes are still one of my very favourite birds to watch and I relish time in their presence.  A couple of weekends ago my Sunday looked busy, I managed an enjoyable grabbed hour at Sutton Gault between family taxi runs.  The light was great and wildfowl crowded on the sheltered flooded field opposite the main wash.  Wigeon and Teal predominated with a couple of handsome drake Pintail resting nearby - all took to the air as a Peregrine cut through the blue sky and harried Pigeon and Jackdaw alike.  Amongst the Greylag a couple of Russian White-fronted Geese were a welcome treat.  

By afternoon we were scoffing cake and tea following a potter out to Oxborough Hall NT near Swaffham.  I did hope that I might get to look in at a rather temperamental Great Grey Shrike at Fitcham on the way home but with my sister, wife and two young girls filling the car I guessed I would be on a pretty short time scale.  On arrival there was no sign of the Shrike but an enjoyable scene of boxing Hare and a sizeable herd of Roe Deer including some fine antlered bucks was to be enjoyed and then, behind the deer, the Shrike popped up - sentinel of the hedgerow a top.a blossoming Hawthorn but very distant.

Enjoying the views I took my leave so as not to test anyones patience.  Driving back down the lane and closer to the hedge I had another look, this time the bird flew high and towards us and within a minute it had landed on the telegraph wires along the road.  Stealthily I moved towards it but the birders leaving the site showed that the bird could be approached closely by car.  Shortly I was left alone with the masked bandit who just got on with a late feeding flurry in the golden evening light.  I was exhilarated by the quality of the views, particularly in light of the distance of observation in its preferred hedge.  When the sun dropped behind the steel grey clouds along the horizon the light failed and I headed home a happy chap.

A couple of days later something else great and grey befell me.  I have been waiting a little while for Ben to finish a painting that enthralled me from the moment I saw it. A huge pillarbox canvas of scandinavian pines sheltering the ghost of the forest.  My last trip to Finland cleaned up on the northern owls and this Great Grey Owl was a highlight amongst highlights.  The memory of seeing this bird solemnly eyeballing us from his perch before drifting silently on arced wings through the needling boughs had stayed with me.  When I saw that Ben had captured that shared moment with such sense of presence I needed to buy it and have the chance to relish it everyday.....here it is on my snug wall. 

A Forest

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From the fenlands we look eastwards not to a forest but the forest and the Brecks - a bewildering mosaic of flinty fields, Beech rides, sandy warrens, expansive blocks of brushy conifers and heaths of gorse and bruised purple heathers.  The late winter pilgrimage provides birders with a peek into the displays of some enigmatic scarcities.  

The golden globe rose above the horizon, burning through the blackened perpendicularity of poplar plantations as I swung off the Fen and up the imperceptible incline into the woods.  The dawn chorus elongated into a freshly laundered blue sky morning and a long awaited stroll along tbe river was full of bird song.  The soggy riverside  soils starving roots of Oxygen. Poplars toppling year on year to leave a stump ridden no mans land of tiring forest, just enough to hold the Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers for another few years and they confided early today, with little wait.

What a cracker this little bird is, I will miss them when they're gone - and they will go I fear.  A meander back across the heathy ride was serenaded by 3 Woodlark, beautiful cascading song all around.

And as the lark rises so must the hawk, to the woods once more, for the mornings displays had begun.

Dragging myself away from Goshawks is always difficult but as the action peetered out it was time to move on.  Through the beeches the subtle soft ticking of Hawfinches gave away their presence, timid and flighty they showed briefly but further out beneath the hornbeams in the paddock many more picked through the grass and leaf litter.  I watched a pair displaying, something I had not seen since teendom when Jono and I found a pair in  suburban Knavesmire Woods on the edge of York Racecourse. An intricate and subtle dance of  slow and mirrored postulations of feeding, odd bows and head movements culminating in a frozen kiss, huge beak tips gently touching before being broken apart by feisty competitors.

A late lunch in Thetford allowed for a check of the rooftop gulls at the tiny tip.  Two likely looking adult Caspian Gulls showed between showers, although I didn't get to check the full primary pattern to be absolutely certain of the i.d

With the afternoons still short there was not a long vigil at Wicken before Harriers started to arrive to roost 3 male and 2 ringtail Hen Harriers the highlight, including a male who appeared to have taken to a gloomy tree roost in the hastening gale.

Watton the world is happening.

Yesterday I finished my annual survey on land on the edge of Breckland. I had a short window which luckily was bookended by two big storms - three days of pretty good conditions, with only a brisk breeze to make things difficult. It's been a very mild and wet winter, and the contrast from previous years was reflected in the birdlife. I only saw one group of Redwing - a small party of about a dozen birds. No Redpoll, and just a smattering of Brambling and Siskin. These were understandable omissions from the usual winter experience - the northern birds have just not had to retreat to the lower climes - but perhaps more worrying was the lack of species that should have been there. Marsh Tit, Coal Tit and even Great Tit were all reduced in number (although Blue Tit numbers were similar to last year). I have no explanation for why I didn't come across the usual numbers of Great Tit - but this seems like just a bizarre anomaly. The Coal Tit numbers could well have been affected by the weather. I don't mean the climate, but just conditions over the three day visit. It could be that in strongish winds, the birds stay tucked away and evade detection. The real worry was the decline in Marsh Tit. I found areas of good habitat devoid of the usual sneezing and "mearp-mearp-mearping" calls. Only in areas where habitat was extensive did I find numbers that were comparable to what I have found before. The problem being highlighted is one of "islands". A small copse can be full of the right trees, insects and other things a Marsh Tit likes - but if there is no connection to other areas, there is no population spread, and if a territory loses its pair - the system collapses. We see it everywhere in species that require specific conditions and don't travel well. Doom and Gloom.

It was nice to see Linnet flocks, which seem to be pretty stable in the area, and their bouncing flight was a common sight around the open fields, but the real joy of the survey is being constantly shadowed by Kites. It's been quite annoying to have these birds float overhead at tree top level while having no camera with me - it's just too much hassle to carry my scope everywhere just in case, so it was lucky that yesterday I managed to spot a Kite coming as I drove along a little byroad, and even better that a gap in the hedge coincided with a pull-in. I was able to crouch at the field edge as the bird came close enough to get some reasonable shots.

Much more obliging was a little group of gulls loafing in the late afternoon sun. Most were Black headed Gulls, - big larids seem to be pretty uncommon here, but a first winter herring type sat proud in centre stage. I was immediately taken with its pale head, and large dark bill, and checking a few more details (it was very kind to wingstretch at the right moment) I felt pretty confident that my initial suspicion was correct. Yellow-legged Gulls are not the rarity they once were - but I always start second guessing myself when I come across them in unexpected places, and with such unexpectedly close views. A mistaken identity is always more forgivable when watching a distant roost on the choppy wash at dusk.

The bird showed all the right features - unstreaked head with only the eye area marked, dark strong bill, grey scapulars (at least two generations are visible), plain tertials, long dark primaries without an obvious inner wing mirror, fairly pattern free coverts (inner tertial coverts have been moulted), sparsely spotted rump with nice solid dark tail band, and an overall structure of square headed long winged bulkiness that was very different to the one adult Herring present.

6 O'Clock (Here Comes The Blue Light)

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6am and outside the great ship of the fen, Ely Cathedral, 8 of us gathered to try and find 100 winter birds across the Ely10.

The team comprised Will Burdett, Ben Green, Mark Groom, Mark Peck, Sergio Tomey, Andrew Balmford and Bill Mansfield, our first site the mighty Wicken Fen, the most biodiverse site in the country.

In the pitch dark we ascended the viewing platform and started our day with just our ears - Wigeon, Teal, Gadwall, Moorhen and Herring Gull gave themselves away and as the clouds shifted revealing a full moon the sky began to lighten and some cacophanous Tawny Owl action was ignited.  With the dawn, birds started movkng and corvids left their roost.  A Cetti's Warbler proclaimed itself and the first of  the days many Barn Owls was picked up across the sedge and reed.  

The first harriers up were Marsh Harriers but it wasn't too long until the first ringtail Hen emerged and then a male.  All told, 4 male and 3 ringtail left their roost - a really impressive total and a fantastic, memorable start to the day. 

Reluctantly we moved on to Kingfishers Bridge where we saw loads of good bits and bobs, highlights being 2 Great White Egrets and a couple of Cranes.

A brief visit to the Cam Washes followed where 3 White-fronted Geese were amongst the Greylags and then      ...to the woods. 

We visited two lovely sites - Fordham Woods and Chippenham Fen where we added Marsh Tit, Woodpeckers, Treecreepers, Red Kite and a great value Merlin whizzed through.  At Isleham there was a lone Barnacle Goose and Ely Sewage Works produced the expected Grey Wagtail and Chiffchaff.  

The Washes was worth the remainder of our day.  Across Lady Fen a couple more Great White Egret, swarms of Golden Plover, wild swans and scores of other Wildfowl.  The water wss really high on the Washes themselves and although a vocal Oystercatcher pitched in briefly there was not the usual array of species in front of the main obsevatory.

We had to investigate further down the Washes, right on the limit of the Ely10, to view the huge flocks of Godwit, alongside Pintail, Ruff, Curlew and Dunlin.  It was a great vista and a pan around the fen produced Barn Owls quatering many of the fields including the cradge bank right in front of us.

We watched the sunset on the bank at Pymoor and then a final nocturnal fling at Ely Beet Pits before retiring to The Albert and a pint - our total a handsome 99, as Mark P reflected, a great reason to do it all again next year.