Waders high and low

There are few greater pleasures in life for me than photographing waders on a beautiful, empty Scottish beach. Our recent holiday near Gairloch providing a few opportunities to indulge:

Dunlin

This bird was singing - it sounds like a tiny bomb dropping

Another of a small flock of Dunlin on the beach at Red Point

Summer plumaged Sanderling is in stark contrast to the silvery birds we see in winter in Dorset... 

...the clockwork running motion is the same though!

Sanderling in flight

The flock was feeding in the seaweed on the beach

Ringed Plover were also on the beach at Red Point

Ringed Plover

In contrast to the waders at sea level, this Greenshank was up at about 1,800 feet on Beinn Eighe

I walked the Bein Eighe Mountain Trail one morning to find a pair up on the plateau near some boggy pools

Greenshank

A huge dune at Red Point - my sons can be seen for scale at the base

This shows why the area is known as Red Point after the colour of the sand

Ringed Plovers at Red Point

Some Scottish specialities

Before I was so rudely interrupted by a flurry of local and national rarities, I was regaling you with tales from our recent Scottish holiday. We'd done the star mammals and the cetaceans, so let's have a look at a few birds. I found a notebook recently from a childhood visit to Gairloch which recorded sightings of three species of diver - Red-throated, Black-throated and Great Northern. By the end of the first day of our recent trip there, I had seen all three species again in a short drive from our cottage on the southern shore of the sea loch to Red Point. Later I counted at least 10 individuals (mostly Red-throats) in one brief scan from the Big Sands campsite where we spent family holidays almost 40 years ago.

This immaculate Red-throated Diver was just off the beach of Red Point

Such a beautiful bird



Another Red-throat was just offshore at Big Sands 

Red-throated Diver flying past us at Red Point

Click to enlarge for a better view of the pinstriped neck pattern

Divers are one of my favourite bird families, combining sleek good looks with haunting calls and an exquisite choice of breeding habitats. It's bad form, not to mention illegal, to bother these protected birds during the breeding season too close to their nesting sites (typically islets on small lochans for Red-throated and on larger lochs for Black-throated), so my plan was to check out plenty of coastal and roadside habitat and hope for close views in areas where there was no risk of disturbance. An early morning visit to the vast shoreline of Loch Maree - the most important breeding site for Black-throated Divers in the country - produced very distant sightings of three birds, which nest on the large islands way out in the middle of the loch. A visit later in the day was equally unsuccessful as the lochshore was busy with kayakers - no chance of a close view in those circumstances.

A reasonably close view of not one...

...or two...

...but three Black-throated Divers on Loch Maree

You have to be a long way north to see Hooded Crow - this one was on the shore near Gairloch harbour

Twite was on my target list for the week - we saw just the one pair, in the rain along the north shore of Gairloch

On another day a couple Black-throats were snoozing close in to an inaccessible stretch of coast near Red Point. So despite good telescope views I was struggling for a photo of a breeding plumaged bird. Then a few days later, when at the south end of Loch Maree looking for dragonflies (more on that in a later post), in an area with few islands and therefore not where one would expect to see divers, not one, or two, but three Black-throated Divers sailed past, apparently too absorbed in each other to pay much attention to me as I fumbled with my camera settings on the shore.


Siskin in the garden of our holiday accommodation

Red-breasted Merganser flying over the sealoch

Skylark at Red Point

Repoll at Red Point - apparently we don't even have to worry about what flavour these days

Northern Wheatear with prey near Red Point

The Beinn Eighe National Nature Reserve, close to where we were staying, is home to another special bird I was hoping to see on our trip - Scottish Crossbill, the UK's only endemic species. A couple of quick visits to suitable habitat had produced nothing more than some distant calls, but a more leisurely stroll with the family around the woodland trail in the NNR was more successful: first a male Crossbill, then a pair. The various site guides I had suggested that Crossbills in this area ought to be Scottish Crossbill, but as I was not carrying sound recording equipment, I guess I can't really prove it. They were fairly chunky, and the calls sounded deeper to my ear than the Common Crossbills near home, so for the sake of argument and the want of a sonogram, let's just call them 'presumed' Scotsbill.

Presumed Scottish Crossbill

Scottish Crossbill has a chunkier more bull-necked appearance than Common

Tree Pipit, Beinn Eighe

I really enjoyed the general 'bumbling around' birding and bumping in to commoner species as well as seeing the local specialities - plenty of breeding Skylark, Siskin, Redpoll, Tree Pipit and Wheatear, all pictured above, were a delight to see. Stand by for one more post on the birds of Wester Ross and then we'll make our way down the food chain to the odonata and lepidoptera before closing the Scottish chapter at the very bottom of the ecological and moral web with an excoriating critique of the West Highland Midge...




Events take an inelegant turn

The bitter experience of recent years should have taught me that three things are guaranteed to bring inconveniently timed news of a rare bird: my wife's 'birthday weekend'; a trip to Brownsea; and the arrival of visitors at our house.

The Elegant Tern wing-stretching at Church Norton - apologies for all photos which are badly affected by extreme distance and heat haze!

To illustrate this, on my wife's birthday weekend a few years ago we went west to Devon, only to find that a Black-eared Wheatear turned up in the New Forest just to the east of home. I still haven't seen one. Trips to Brownsea over the years have provoked sightings of White-throated Sparrow in Hampshire and Semipalmated Sandpiper elsewhere in Dorset - though I managed to catch up with both eventually. And I have lost count of the number of rarities which have frustratingly appeared whilst we have been entertaining friends or family.

The Elegant Tern in flight with the smaller Sandwich Tern - the rings on the legs can be seen here

Mid-June often produces something hideously rare, so it was with an air of foreboding that I agreed to visit Brownsea yesterday, just before Claire's birthday, in the company of visiting friends from Cornwall: the full hat-trick of compromising circumstances. Inevitably, within hours of our arrival, events took an inelegant turn when new broke of, well, an Elegant Tern. This bird had a made couple of fitful appearances in Hampshire during the course of last week, but had just been re-found amongst the tern colony at Church Norton in Pagham Harbour.

The Elegant Tern in flight showed a dark wedge in the primaries and a hint of a dark secondary bar

We were due to meet another friend who is visiting from Australia for an evening meal in Poole and I knew that this gathering really could not be missed without grave consequences. With luck and a fair wind, however, I calculated that I could get to Church Norton and back to Poole in good time for the dinner. But only if I left immediately.

A view of the underside of the wing

To cut a brief, tense exchange littered with sub-text even shorter, permission was reluctantly granted for me to perform this act of caddish abandonment. In mitigation, I had been pressing Claire hard for confirmation of whether this was in fact her 'birthday weekend' - it's a movable feast, you see (well, movable by her anyway) and I know that the official birthday weekend when it eventually falls involves a strict 'no-twitching' curfew. Fortunately, she had confirmed earlier that morning that this was not in fact the official 'birthday weekend'. I had therefore given notice of the possibility that the Elegant Tern would reappear, requiring my undivided attention.

Elegant Tern shows a white rump (the similar Lesser Crested Tern has a grey rump)

In further mitigation, the friends from Cornwall visited us as recently as May (ignoring my advice to avoid visiting me in May) and were staying with us primarily to see the mutual friend from Australia. With impeccable twitcher's logic I rationalised that we were really just therefore providing accommodation, so this was a 'secondary' visit, from which absconding was morally justifiable. Several of the well adjusted chaps I got chatting to at Church Norton agreed, though, on reflection, perhaps the ones who had abandoned children's birthday parties, weddings and funerals to see the Elegant Tern are not the best benchmarks of social acceptability...

This photo gives some impression of the extreme length of the Elegant Tern's orange bill

Anyway, the journey to Pagham Harbour was not going to be easy, as to get to Brownsea we had driven to Studland, parked there and taken the foot ferry over to Sandbanks before boarding the yellow boat to the island. I had to complete this journey in reverse before crossing the mouth of Poole Harbour for the third time of the day and being on my way to Sussex.

The Elegant Tern was dropping in with the breeding terns - others of this species have hybridised with Sandwich Terns in French and Spanish breeding colonies

The boat leaving Brownsea was delayed waiting for a massive Condor ferry to pass through the harbour mouth, so I just missed the Sandbanks Ferry back to Studland. They run every 20 minutes, so I caught the next one and sprinted to the car to try to make the return journey on the same ferry - I was successful, but needn't have rushed as it sat there for 15 tortuous minutes longer than usual, apparently waiting for a large freighter to enter the harbour, before trundling north towards Sandbanks.

Four species of Tern in this photo - Elegant (top left), Little (barely visible bottom left), Sandwich (to the right of the Little Tern) and Common Tern (top right)

With the fifth boat journey of the day complete, I hit the road proper. Traffic was mercifully light, and, on the advice of Steve Smith, who was about 20 minutes ahead of me, I gambled on finding a parking space near Church Norton, thus avoiding what would otherwise have been a long walk from Sidlesham Ferry Pool. I was successful, and as I headed for the edge of Pagham Harbour where the Tern had been seen, James Lowen passed me still in his car, also hunting down a convenient parking place. At this point there had been no sign of the Tern for over an hour. We both feared it had gone back out to sea but I told him where to park and headed off to catch up with Steve in any case.

One of my better flight shots of the Elegant Tern - against not terribly stiff competition!

I would be on a deadline, and calculated that I had until 1630 before I needed to head back to Poole for dinner. It was now 1445. 'This has 'dip' written all over it' I thought as I approached the line of birders scanning the tern colony. When I was three paces behind them, I recognised Barry Wright from Kent and heard him say 'there it is, it's just appeared on the spit'. And there it was, on the spit. Too easy! I scoped it, snapped it and phoned James to chivvy him along in case the flighty Tern did another bunk. A couple of expletives later he was behind me, fumbling with scope and camera as I had minutes before. After some good scope views and bad photos, I headed off and was back in Poole in good time for the evening celebrations.

A Little Tern gave a close fly-past at Church Norton

Any large, orange-billed tern in the UK is a serious rarity, but they can be notoriously difficult to identify. Fortunately, the Church Norton bird had been colour-ringed and DNA tested when it hooked up with a tern colony in France, so there could be no doubt about its identity on this occasion. A truly remarkable record, as Elegant Tern comes from the Pacific coast of California and Mexico. I was fortunate that it chose Church Norton to appear, as with the exception of Brownsea, there are not that many large tern colonies close enough to enable me to get to see it in the time I had available.

Little Tern hovering before a dive

Stormy weather

We interrupt this recent series of posts about Scottish mega-fauna to bring you a bit of news from closer to home in Dorset - this evening I added Storm Petrel to my county list, not just one but a dozen birds feeding reasonably close inshore at Hengistbury Head in poor weather. Sheltered by a groyne near the beach huts, I managed a few pictures of these tiny and extraordinarily resilient birds before beating a windswept and damp retreat.

Storm Petrel - note the diagnostic broad white band on the underwing...

...the plainer upperwing and white rump

Storm Petrels patter on the water...

...interrupting an otherwise fast, fluttering flight

Legs extended for another patter on the water

The Storm Petrels were feeding around and often inshore of a line of lobster pots