Not just birds...

...at Swineham on Friday evening. In fact most of the waders from earlier in the week had cleared out leaving insects and mammals to provide the photographic interest. Best of all were a pair of Common Seals hauled out on the mud at Swineham Point - at least 5 miles from the open sea.

Comma

Southern Hawker

Common Seal

 

One of the seals was very inquisitive...



...and a bit of a show-off, porpoising up the River Frome

This young fox was licking it's lips at some Teal on a flooded field. It went hungry.

Fox

Personal best

With the family away on a camping trip, I've been free to nip out birding in the evenings after work this week. Unfortunately this rare opportunity has coincided with an even rarer one in the form of the Olympics, and I think I clocked a personal best on the round trip to Swineham gravel pits to get back in time for the evening's TV coverage.

Wood Sandpiper

A Wood Sandpiper present on Tuesday was still there but had been joined by a Little Gull, and a small flock of 13 Black-tailed Godwits grew to over 240 during the next hour of an incoming tide in Poole Harbour. Not bad for a flooded field that shouldn't even be flooded at this time of year.

Little Gull

Earlier in the week I flushed a Kingfisher from a wooden pier on the River Frome so I approached the same spot carefully this evening and - bingo. Usually they see you before you see them but this one cocked it's head at me and allowed me to reel off a few shots before heading down river.

Kingfisher

Bring your waders

Flooded fields at Swineham

 When I wrote this post in April I thought I knew what heavy rain was. That was before the events of early July which saw the winter flood meadows around my local gravel pits at Swineham became summer floods.

Black-tailed Godwits

One flooded field near the pits has looked good for waders for several weeks, but there haven't been any. That all changed last night when over 150 of 5 species turned up - the great majority Black-tailed Godwits, many still in smart summer plumage, but also 7 Snipe and singles of Greenshank and Lapwing.

Snipe

Star of the show though was a single Wood Sandpiper, which showed distantly at first but was feeding actively and eventually came quite close. If the White-rumped Sandpiper present on Brownsea today sticks until Saturday it could be a good wader week in Poole Harbour...

A couple of Common Gulls were also good to see. I could have stayed longer, but for the second time in as many weeks biting insects forced me to retire early having lost several pounds of flesh to their unwelcome attentions.

On the wing in Wareham

The family went to Legoland yesterday so I was obviously gutted I was to miss out on queueing in sweltering heat at a theme park. They weren't going to get home until late so the freedom to enjoy the fine weather with a walk around the local patch after work provided some consolation. Flying insects were the dominant feature - the evening started well with a Demoiselle at Bestwall - beautiful, but not a Beautiful, if you know what I mean - a Banded in fact.

Banded Demoiselle

Meadow Browns were around in good numbers, as were Red Admirals and, as dusk approached, a large number of Green-veined Whites roosted in the hedgerow at the end of Swineham gravel pits.

Banded Demoiselle

Unfortunately most of the flying insects seemed intent on eating me so I beat a retreat before dark and came across a Barn Owl, roosting in a hedge but given away by mobbing passerines.

Millions of flying insects at Swineham - most helping themselves to a drop of my blood

There were a few other birds around as well - small numbers of Reed, Willow and Cetti's Warblers were expected, but a couple of Bearded Tits were a bonus. The biggest treat, however, was simply being able to go for a walk without a coat and wellies.

Reed Warbler - the most numerous and vocal warbler at Swineham at the moment

Is it a bird, is it a flame...

...that's right, it's a flame, an Olympic one no less, which came through Wareham this afternoon. Not before the official sponsors though. First ('Gold' sponsorship, no doubt) came Coca Cola, to remind us of the close relationship between elite sport and fizzy drinks. Silver went to Samsung, for where would the Olympic spirit be without consumer electronics. Lloyds TSB plumped for Bronze, not wanting to appear flash and hoping that the feelgood factor would rub off on us so much that we would forget how they and their kind almost bankrupted the entire state. Good luck with that, guys.


Coca Cola: carbonated sugary drink of champions

My kids seemed under-whelmed with this convoy, perhaps remembering the motorcade which preceded Le Tour de France when it came through our village in Kent a few years ago. This was bigger, faster, and, as it passed, threw keyrings, hats and other dangerously sharp bits of tat in their little faces at high velocity, which they thought was cool. I told them they should be grateful that the sponsors didn't throw Coke tins, tellies and IOUs off the backs of the lorries today.

Stilts on this blog would normally be of the Black-winged variety but this guy was wearing them, and blowing a whistle to stimulate excitement in the crowd.

Then a bus turned up and a lady got off with the torch: a rare and moving sight for everyone, particularly those old enough to remember the 1948 London Olympics - the last time anyone had seen a bus in rural Dorset (ba-dum ching!). Men on stilts with whistles whipped up the crowd, and thrifty townsfolk waved their recycled Diamond Jubilee Union Jacks. A nice change from the pitchforks we usually wave at anything down from London.

Aaah! It's gone out!

The torch, to my dismay, appeared to have gone out, but no one except me seemed bothered. The bearer hung around outside the Co-op and it eventually became clear that she was waiting for a lit torch to arrive. I naively thought that 'the Torch relay' meant there was only one which got passed around but apparently there are loads, and the upstanding folk whose good works and civic deeds have earned them the honour of being a Torchbearer get to keep their one. A nice touch amid the corporate cant. In fact, if you ignored the whole sponsorship lark, and concentrated on the flame and what it stands for - purity, the pursuit of perfection, peace and friendship - even a cynic like me could appreciate it coming to town.

Phew, someone found a match.

After all the excitement, there was nothing for it but a walk around Swineham Gravel Pits this evening to calm down. Luckily, there was absolutely nothing there to get my pulse racing, a Marsh Harrier being about the only thing preventing me from describing it as utterly birdless.

The Torch arrived by bus. A rare treat for Dorset. The bus, that is.

As I write I am in the doghouse for not joining the rest of the family on Wareham Quay for post-Torch bouncy-castles, live music, and beer-swilling 'fun'. No, I'm at home watching British medal hopes on TV doing athletics, which I love, at Crystal Palace. So how come it's me that's 'not getting into the spirit of the Games'?


Is it just me or does anyone else think a one-eyed bottle-opener is a strange choice of mascot for 2012?



Lodmoor terns

Gull-billed and Caspian Tern have paid such fleeting visits to Dorset in recent weeks that I didn't even get the chance to go looking for them. So it was very decent of their White-winged Black cousin to hang around in Weymouth today long enough for me to watch Andy Murray get beaten at Wimbledon on TV and make my way there after.

I'd heard that the Weymouth reserves had been hit hard by flooding but was still unprepared for the extent of the water present at Lodmoor. The tern islands had flooded, causing havoc for the breeding colony, but at least some of the chicks had by tonight made it to the safety of some rafts, and the weather had improved markedly. The White-winged Black Tern landed briefly on a raft but was given short shrift by the Commons, who can be forgiven for not being very accommodating after their recent trauma.

Photo ticks

Following a recent recount, it turns out that the Paddyfield Warbler (below) I saw in Sussex earlier in the year was the 400th species of bird I've photographed in Britain. My British list is 428 so there are quite a few that I have seen but not photographed. Most, but not all, of the 400 are on my website, and only shame prevents me from uploading those that aren't.


Paddyfield Warbler - my 400th UK photo tick

Which raises an interesting question - when is a photo tick not a photo tick? The normal rule for seeing a bird - 'if you can't ID it, you can't tick it' - could be applied. But there are one or two among the 400 which I have seen perfectly well enough to identify, but of which I only have a crap photo. As a statement of fact, rather than aesthetic judgement, I have photos of them whether I like it or not, even if its a blurry dot. Take my recent Greater Yellowsmudge pictures (below). It was the Greater Yellowlegs (it called, flew around to reveal a square white rump and stood next to a Greenshank for size comparison), but could you rule out Lesser (or, indeed, bumfluff on the lens) on the strength of this photo?

Is it a (i) Greater Yellowlegs (ii) Lesser Yellowegs (iii) Daddy Longlegs. FIIK.

Or should the rule be, if a stranger could identify it, then that's OK? But then which stranger? And how competent would they have to be? Take this Goshawk (below). 'Pigeon', my mum would say. But I bet Goshwak worshippers could tell what it is. The best birders could probably identify some of my blurry dots which I couldn't if I was the stranger being shown the same photo. So what does that make me? [Ed: a bit too neurotic perhaps?] Ok, ok, perhaps I'm over-analysing it. It's my list. I make the rules. And right now it's a whopping 400.

Is it (i) Goshawk (ii) Sparrowhawk (iii) lint on the sensor?