Showing posts with label Swallow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swallow. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 June 2020

Lockdown diaries: the patch (part 1)

Like that scene in The Hobbit when Thorin rekindles the furnaces under the Lonely Mountain, or, for the Marvel generation, the one where Thor reignites the star of Nidavellir to forge Stormbreaker, it's taken a monumental effort to stir this neglected corner of the internet into action. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the empty space here has been nudging me to make an entry for several weeks now.
Cuckoo is an attractive bird when seen well - which is not often
Lockdown has, of course, been fertile territory for many an armchair scribbler - not through a surfeit of time in my case as, as a designated 'key worker' (very much at the non-heroic end of the spectrum, I hasten to add), work has been manic. Mucking in with unfamiliar roles, with the added inconveniences of working from home (small town broadband anyone?), and being some 80 miles from the office, has made it mildly stressful. Not that I'm complaining, I've been grateful to be gainfully employed and busy at a worrying time. Plus being at home rather than staying away mid-week as I normally do has provided the added bonus of being able to shout at the kids every day rather than just at weekends.
One of the two male Cuckoo sparring over Swineham
These birds gave what can only be described as Colin-esque views
Taken in lovely early morning light
One of my safe spaces during what we used to think of as the 'hard' lockdown phase, before it turned out to be somewhat optional for the governing classes, was my local patch at Swineham, a short walk from home in Wareham. I suggested to friends prior to the lockdown that enforced visits there to take my state sanctioned exercise ration was my idea of hell, but, conscious that many house-bound birders would have been glad to have ready access to such a high quality bit of greenspace so close to home, this was very much in jest. Those visits all felt a bit rushed though and with the more recent easing of restrictions enabling more leisurely visits, there has been more time to dwell with the camera.
There is usually a Cuckoo or two at Swineham every spring
To see four individuals this spring was exceptional
Some flies got in the way in this shot - but I don't do photoshop!
Note the bared talons which were waved vigorously in the direction of the other male bird
The days when April fades into May at Swineham are the best time of the year in my eyes, as the song of Acrocephalus warblers builds into a wall of sound along the banks of the River Frome. In a good year, I have counted over 60 Reed Warblers holding back-to-back territories, outnumbering the much scarcer Sedge Warbler by a ratio of 10:1 (and the resident Cetti's Warbler by 3:1). This year my high count was 57 Reed, 27 Cetti's and 7 Sedge - so a pretty good turnout by the standards of recent years.
A uniquely shaped bird, part raptor part pigeon
Two male birds continued their contretemps in the treetops...
...and were then joined by a third bird
The conflict got quite heated at times
The longer the breeding season goes on, the easier the warblers seem to be to photograph, as if desperate unpaired males need to take extra risks in showing themselves to attract a mate. So there has been plenty to photograph on recent visits.
Reed Warbler
Reed Warbler
Sedge Warbler
Sedge Warbler
Swineham can be hard work to watch regularly, with unsympathetic management of the dry bits and too much disturbance from leisure activities on the wet bits meaning that too many visits produce not much to write home about. But the creation of two new wader scrapes last winter has provided a greater incentive to visit. This spring they have attracted such goodies as a Green Sandpiper, a trio of Little Ringed Plover and, best of all, a diminutive Temminck's Stint which I stumbled across on 19th May - probably my best find at that point in the 10 year span of my 'on-off' relationship with Swineham. Well done to the local Natural England Team who negotiated the construction of the scrapes under a stewardship agreement with the landowner. Without them, the pool would undoubtedly have evaporated by now in the warm spring weather.
Sunset at Bestwall
Cetti's Warbler - difficult to see at Swineham but this one sat up nicely!
Cetti's Warbler
Goldfinch on the churchyard wall in Wareham - my route to Swineham takes me through here
If the Temminck's Stint was the highlight of the spring to that point, in view of its small size and great distance from me it was not the photographic highlight. That honour goes to a trio of Cuckoo which brawled for a couple of hours after dawn on the first weekend after lockdown eased over the hotly contested reedbeds on the banks of the River Frome. Two of these were so intent on each other that they barely noticed me as they sparred, talons bared, in mid-air just yards above my head.
The broken pectoral band helped identify this as a Temminck's Stint
A tiny wader - dwarfed by a Pied Wagtail
Note the spangled pattern on the back
Grey Heron - often seen at Swineham
Cuckoos seem to be having a good year, possibly some have suggested because lockdowns across the Med reduced the usual spring slaughter of migratory birds - a bittersweet theory if this needless ritual recommences in 2021. But whatever the reason, this is certainly the first year I have been able to confidently identify four individuals at Swineham - the three grey (presumed males) pictured here plus a hepatic (rufous-morph) female seen darting out of the reeds a couple of times.
Swineham is good for all the hirundines in spring - House Martin
Sand Martin
Swallows nest around both yacht clubs along the River Frome at Swineham, often perching on the rigging
Swallow
So while initially perturbed at the wing-clipping effects of lockdown, I came to embrace it and am now quite thankful for the fact that it reconnected me with the highs and lows of patch birding. I also used the car so little in 10 weeks that I almost forgot how to drive, and am thus far sticking with the habit of staying local, having not left Dorset since 12 March. I'm just mildly ashamed that it's taken a global disaster to get me back to the patch regularly and to move me to post an update here again. I'll try to post something else before the next global crisis erupts - though at the rate they are occurring I can't promise anything...
A pair of Egyptian Geese has been semi-resident at Swineham this spring
Common Seals sometimes come a long way up the River Frome - even further it seemed given the absence of leisure boats on the water
Roe Deer are often seen in the meadows around the gravel pits
Sandwich Terns sometimes fish on the River Frome
A few Whimbrel usually stop by on spring passage


Monday, 12 September 2016

Closer to home...

After a (literally) high octane trip to the Isles of Scilly on Saturday with number 2 son, yesterday was spent closer to home with an early morning stroll around the patch at Swineham (more on that later), followed by cheerleading duties at number 1 son's first football game of the season.
Juvenile Woodchat Shrike, Wyke Regis
Adult Woodchat is a striking bird, but I like the subtle scalloping of the juvenile plumage
As the final whistle blew on that, we (club secretary and fellow birder Jol, and his son Joe) realised that we were half way to Wyke Regis, where a Woodchat Shrike found by Joe Stockwell was reportedly showing off to all comers. We braved the threatened traffic chaos of the Weymouth 'Iron Man' event (which didn't disappoint: there was plenty of chaos) and arrived on the baking banks of the Fleet lagoon to find the Shrike playing hide and seek around the edges of a weedy field and horse paddock.
The Shrike sat up in front of us for an extended period...
...but there was no way go get that pesky branch out of the way!
It even turned around for a rear view
We secreted ourselves up against a hedge and I peeked around the corner to look for the Shrike. There was no sign of it but a movement in the top of the hedge caught my eye. All I could see was a pipit-like streaky breast but then with a bit more movement it materialised into the Ortolan Bunting found earlier in the day by Brett Spencer, who had gone to photograph the Woodchat.
Better qualified people might be able to identify the prey item here
Some kind of beetle, I presume
Easily picked out in the hedgerow, even from distance

Just when I thought that was a real bonus, Joe tapped me on the shoulder and indicated excitedly that I should look to my left - the Shrike had just landed in the nearest bush at point blank range. We watched it watching us for a few minutes before it dropped down to feed on the ground. My youngest son Rowan, now listing like a crazy man following his success with the Cliff Swallow the previous day, joined us to try his luck for some photos. The confiding Shrike was unperturbed, and we filled our boots.
This Ortolan Bunting popped up within yards of the Shrike
A Common Redstart was also in the same area - looked a bit 'eastern' at first glance with a pale panel in the wing!
A Wheatear sat up on the fence around the paddock
The same fields held a Redstart, a couple of Whinchats and several Yellow Wagtail, so it felt like a proper little migrant trap for the afternoon. The return journey involved another unplanned scenic tour of the Dorset AONB courtesy of the Iron Man road closures but still a great day with the family to cap a highly successful weekend.
A young Swallow begging for food near the paddocks
Whinchat on the wires

Monday, 20 April 2015

Also on Scilly...

The Great Blue Heron eclipsed most other news from Scilly this weekend, and while we missed what looked and sounded like a fantastic day on Sunday, there were still a few scarce species and migrants to catch up with after we left the Heron on Bryher on Saturday lunchtime. Best of these was probably a Jack Snipe which bobbed comically outside the ISBG hide at Lower Moors - on the pool which has had the privilege of playing host to both of Britain's Great Blue Herons.
Jack Snipe, Lower Moors (152nd species photographed in Britain this year)
Jack Snipe
Common Snipe for comparison - bill length and size the most obvious differences
As well as being on the first boat over to Bryher on Saturday morning, we were also on the first boat off at 1330, having spent several hours admiring the Heron. Although tempted by Tresco's Black Duck, it would have complicated the logistics and involved travelling back in an open boat as opposed to the covered luxury of the Falcon, so we headed straight back to St Mary's for a few hours leisurely birding before our return flight. If there were Scilly Shrews on Porthloo Beach they were keeping their heads down, though Wheatear, Whimbrel and White Wagtail provided an alliterative trio of birds to admire.
Wheatear, Porthloo
Whimbrel (#153), Porthloo
White Wagtail, Porthloo
Moving on to Lower Moors I saw my first Sedge Warbler of the year, hopping around the reed stems of Shooters Pool. I heard one on the way to work on Friday but didn't have time to stick around to look for it. A Heron dropped in out of nowhere but sadly it was not the Great Blue returning, just a regular Grey Heron. But it did give some idea of how awesome the views must have been for those fortunate enough to see the GBH from this spot.
Sedge Warbler (#154), Lower Moors
An obliging bird
The sound of the camera caught its attention
I have travelled to the islands many times in autumn, but it was the first time I had been there early enough in the year to see Bluebells. There was a good display of these and wild garlic in several places, the Old Town churchyard, where we failed to find a Wryneck, providing one of the best, along with close views of Song Thrushes, which are famously tame on Scilly, and the local Blackbirds.
Blackbird, Old Town Churchyard
Bluebells
Song Thrush, Old Town Churchyard
All too soon it was time to head back to the airport for our return flight. Sitting in the departure lounge tired, wind-blasted but happy, it was quite a contrast to the emotions of doing the same on the mainland 10 hours earlier. We approached Lands End in glorious sunshine, a fitting end to a successful and very enjoyable day.
Grey Heron, Lower Moors
Compare to the Great Blue Heron in the previous post
Swallows at Porthloo found rich pickings over a smelly bit of seaweed (#155)
Their flight speed dropped as they approached enabling a few shots to be taken