A rare beast over the border

After cycling 57 miles to see the Portland Cirl Bunting earlier in the month, slightly sore knees were the only physical ailment to last more than a couple of days, so I was ready for another long distance adventure as last weekend approached. Two good options were on offer - a Richard's Pipit to the west at Wyke Regis or a Shorelark to the east at Hurst Beach, over the border into Hampshire. I've seen a couple of Richard's Pipits in Dorset, and there was a good chance the Wyke Regis bird was wintering in the area, so I figured that could probably wait until a later date. 

Shorelark, Hurst Beach

By contrast, the closest to home I've seen a Shorelark (or Horned Lark to give it its modern name) is Surrey, and that was one of the American sub-species which appeared there in the winter of 2017-18, pre-dating my serious cycling days. I've seen them in Kent and Norfolk in the past but there hasn't really been a sniff of one on the south coast that I can recall since I moved to Dorset in 2007, and I think the last twitchable county record was 1988. So despite being the 'wrong' side of the border, the chance to see such a major local rarity relatively close to home was not to be missed.

Greenshank, Cut Bridge

The choice of whether to go Saturday or Sunday was dictated by the weather: Saturday's forecast looked perfect for a long bike ride: precious little wind, cold but not freezing, and even the promise of a bit of sunshine at times. Being of a slightly anxious disposition, the night before a long ride I sometimes find myself sleeping fitfully, worrying about all the things that could go wrong. Would the bird still be there? Would the beach be too busy for it to settle? Would the bike hold out? Would the knees hold out? These unhelpful thoughts played on my mind in the middle of the night but I managed to nod off again until the alarm went off at 0530.

The view of the Needles from Hurst Beach

The early start was necessary to arrive before the crowds and put at least one of my anxieties to rest and I was on the road just after 0600. Before I had gone far a horrible grinding noise from the rear of the bike caused a moment of panic but fortunately it was nothing more than the mudguard slipping from its clip and rubbing on the tyre. After another mile I started to feel some pain in my right knee which was a bit ominous with so many miles ahead of me. Fortunately it eased off with the gentle motion of pushing the pedals, and I didn't stop again until I reached the half-way point of the journey which was about mid-way between the piers of Bournemouth and Boscome.

Turnstone, Cut Bridge

After Boscombe it became apparent that winter storms had pushed a lot more sand onto the seafront walkway compared to my last visit here in December, which made for tougher going, but with that hazard negotiated, I ploughed the familiar route towards Keyhaven to which I cycled three times last year. On this occasion, however, I hung a right before getting there to head for Cut Bridge, at the base of Hurst Beach, arriving shortly before 0930 with just over 32 miles on the clock.

Spoonbills just outside Wareham - a bit dark and distant

Locking the bike up to the sturdy English Heritage sign for Hurst Castle, I changed into some fresh clothes, assembled the camera, unpacked my bins and headed off down the shingle spit with high expectations. These were soon tempered by a few gloomy looking birders returning from the direction of the castle having not seen the Shorelark. It was still early though, and I wasn't going to turn back now. I made my way slowly up the spit, heading for an obvious kink in the beach where the saltmarsh started on the inland side. 

Avocet, Holes Bay

As I approached the start of the saltmarsh, a couple of guys were walking back towards me with a bit of urgency and broke the welcome news that they had seen the Shorelark fly to just below where we were stood. Then a third birder 50 yards in the other direction gestured that he was watching it at the base of the beach. 

 A typical scene in Holes Bay!

Friends who had been during the week had warned me that the bird was easily flushed by people breaking the skyline above it so I approached carefully, getting low on the crest of the beach to enjoy good views and grab a few shots. The bird seemed settled and was feeding well but another camera-toting birder was a bit too eager to get closer and this appeared to flush the bird over the channel to the saltmarsh. 

Wigeon, Holes Bay

More birders were arriving by this point and fortunately the Shorelark was relocated via someone's telescope so that the growing crowd could all see it. Although my views had been frustratingly brief, I was unlikely to get closer to it with so many people now on the beach and resolved to head slowly back to the bike. These long rides take up a lot of time which, it is sometimes pointed out to me, could otherwise be spent at home with the family, so leaving now would also mean an earlier arrival back in Wareham in the hope of earning a few brownie points.

Teal, Holes Bay

I took it easy on the way back, initially to preserve the creaking knees but as the miles ticked by my speed dropped below 10mph more out of necessity than choice. Bournemouth seafront has a warning sign which comes on to alert cyclists if they are exceeding the 10mph speed limit but there was no fear of triggering it by this point! I made a few stops around Holes Bay on the last leg of the journey, adding Avocet to the year-list, and one final stop at the bike shop to book it in for a service in the hope of fixing some unhealthy noises from the transmission which started not long after leaving Hurst Beach. With that done, I was home by 1500. 

Wigeon (female), Holes Bay

Just as I was about to settle down for a well-earned cup of tea, some friends who have a view over the Swineham/Bestwall water meadows from their garden called to say they had just found a pair of Spoonbill. I could barely haul myself back on to the bike but five minutes later I was watching the Spoonbills, another good bird for the year, to cap off a thoroughly enjoyable day. I had wondered whether the Richard's Pipit might be do-able on Sunday morning but the knees were voicing severe doubts - a good chance then to catch up on some domestic chores and a bit of R&R. 

Holes Bay

Picking up the pace

Following a trundle to Studland on 2nd January, opportunity and motivation to get out on the bike have been a bit lacking this month. The lingering illness which had so marred the festive season dampened my enthusiasm for getting out in the cold January air, and on the two weekends following the New Year I was happy to just catch up with various family members in Devon and Sussex, visits to whom had been cancelled due to the Xmas bout of poor health.

Cirl Bunting, Reap Lane, Portland

Cirl Bunting, Reap Lane, Portland

By this weekend the impact of being sedentary was taking a toll on my physical and mental health and with a decent forecast I knew I needed to get back in the saddle. Whilst there were plenty of species to add to the year-list locally, half measures wouldn't do. A long-staying Cirl Bunting on Portland on the other hand - well, now you're talking. This is a species which I was fortunate enough to see in Dorset in both 2021 and 2022, on both occasions at West Bexington. 

Purple Sandpiper, Portland Bill

One of a flock of ten

Although Portland is about the same distance as West Bex, it somehow feels closer, perhaps because it avoids the long and brutal climb up over the south Dorset ridgeway to the Hardy Monument. Instead it offers the short and brutal climb up onto Portland, which proved to be a particular challenge with the rear wheel spinning on the frosted pavements of the steepest bits. With that trial negotiated. it was all downhill to Reap Lane where the Cirl Bunting had set up shop. I had arranged to meet Jol Mitchell at around 1000 but I could see as I headed up to the barns that he had arrived before me and was standing with a group of birders 50 yards up the track. 

Drake Eider distantly in Portland Harbour

Robin, Swineham

Others on site told me there had been no sign of the Bunting but as soon as this bad news had been imparted I saw Jol grabbing his scope in the manner of a man trying to focus on a rare bird. Sure enough it was the Cirl Bunting and although it flew before I could get a good look at it, it quickly returned to perch up on a bramble long enough for me to retrieve my camera bag from the panniers, connect the body to the lens, fiddle with the settings and rattle off a few decent photos.

Hen Harrier at Swineham

As is often the way, it was almost past me by the time the camera was raised 

A juvenile Little Gull which had spent almost the whole week performing for locals, the work-shy and retired in the same field as the Bunting unfortunately chose Saturday to do a bunk - a shame as it clearly offered superb photographic opportunities. I consoled myself by rolling on down to the Bill where a flock of 10 Purple Sandpiper were near the Obelisk. A brief search for a Black Redstart was aborted when a report suggested that the Little Gull had returned and I was almost back at Reap Lane when news came through that the earlier report was false. 

White-tailed Eagle, Swineham

The Eagle flew up the River Frome

Though disappointing, I needed to get on the road anyway as time was pressing on, and I had plans to grill Portland Harbour for scarce waterbirds before the long ride home. This was only partially successful, with 3 Eider off Billy Winters and another off Sandsfoot Castle making up for the absence of the Black-throated Diver and Red-necked Grebe which were also on the target list for the day. My lack of conditioning made for a tough return journey to Wareham but I made it back by 1800 with 57 miles on the clock, feeling somewhere between satisfied and exhausted. 

Ravens at Swineham

Marsh Harrier at Swineham

As is typical after a big day out on the bike, the following day I was not much use for anything but a hobble around Swineham, currently holding a lot of standing water and, on Sunday, ice. These are usually the best conditions to go birding on the patch, and while duck numbers on the gravel pits were a bit disappointing, an eventful 20 minute spell produced my first sightings of the year of Bearded Tit, Kingfisher, Hen Harrier and one of the White-tailed Eagles from the Isle of Wight re-introduction scheme. 

Redwing, Swineham

Fieldfare, Swineham

A reasonable reward-effort ratio for the weekend then which has gone a long way to restoring my appetite for some more ambitious journeys by bike in 2023.

Swineham

Kingfisher, Swineham

I left it too late in the day to drop by the long-staying Sabine's Gull on the way back from visiting my sister in Sussex - it was only about a mile off the main road - so photos were a bit dark!

'Are you that bloke...'

Several times last year I would arrive breathelss and sweaty at the site of a target bird to be greeted by a complete stranger with the question 'Are you that bloke who cycles everywhere to see birds?' At one level it's nice to be recognised, at another it's a bid sad that there are so few of us that the answer is 'probably, yes'! One of these new friends went on to ask if I was Nick Moran, a Thetford-based velo-birder who really would have been going some to turn up in Dorset, and I had to explain that, no, I was one of the other ones.

Sanderling, Studland, 2nd January

I suppose it's become an important part of my identity, and I guess it's better to be recognised for making a bit of an effort to reduce my birding carbon footprint and stay fit than for some of the other reasons why birders have become better known recently. 'I think you're mad' was another common greeting, often uttered by someone who had driven much further than I had cycled to see the same bird!

Sanderling

But it was poor physical rather than mental health which meant that the bike stayed in the shed for the final week of 2022 and the lingering sniffles even threatened to impinge on the usual New Year's Day effort to get the yearlist off to a good start. In the end I managed to flog around Swineham on foot, and whilst the birding was not exactly stellar, 53 species were logged, the best of which was a Firecrest brightening up an otherwise gloomy hedgerow. 

A ringed bird in full clockwork toy mode

Monday 2nd January would be my last day's holiday before returning to work and, determined to make something of it, I settled on Studland. Three years ago Studland by bike would have felt like a major adventure, but these days is considered sufficiently close to represent a gentle reintroduction to cycling after over a week up on blocks, even when not fully recovered. It was lunchtime before I left though so I eschewed the meandering off-road route taken by National Cycle Route 2 and followed the quicker route by road via the A351 to Corfe Castle, hanging a left towards Studland at the foot of the ruin, then left again onto Meadus's Lane to join route 2 in the middle of Rempstone Forest. 

Sandwich Tern, Studland, 2nd January

Just over an hour after leaving home I was approaching Jerry's Point, a good vantage point for scanning the inner harbour only to bump into my Wareham neighbour, Trevor Warwick in a rare foray outside of his 10km habo. Trevor was just leaving having searched unsuccessfully for a lingering Velvet Scoter but decided to stick around for another look when I arrived. We were joined by another Wareham birder, Hilary Jordan, and despite picking up Great Northern Diver, Black-necked and Slavonian Grebe without difficulty, the Scoter continued to elude us. 

Sandwich Tern emerging after an unsuccessful dive

Just when we were all thinking of giving up I managed to locate the Velvet very distantly off Furzey Island and we all enjoyed reasonable views. This was a good bird for the yearlist as it's easy to go a year without seeing one in this part of Dorset. A January Sandwich Tern overhead is not unheard of in these parts but still felt like a bit of a New Year bonus. A few other coastal species - Shag, Merganser and Sanderling - plus a selection of Brand's Bay waders were all firsts for the year, and a pleasant afternoon was completed when the family turned up for a stroll down the beach where two Sandwich Terns entertained us by fishing close in.

Just clipped the wingtip in this diving shot

Dusk was approaching so I bid farewell to wife and son to head back through the forest. I made the mistake of sticking to Route 2 only to find as I reached the point of no return that the Corfe stream had burst its banks and I had to negotiate a flooded area about 30 feet across and between 6-12 inches deep, and pass through three partially submerged gates. I somehow managed to get through it with only one wet boot, and had to part-squelch the last 4 miles home in darkness.

Studland is a reliable site for Mediterranean Gull

So a steady rather than a spectacular start to the year, but as the only hard-core velo-birder that I know of in Dorset I still fancy my chances of a top 4 finish! 

A busy Bank Holiday on Studland Beach (wife and son just right of the dog. I mean the left hand dog in the foreground. There are a lot.)

 

My birding by bike stats for 2022

Some morsels of data on my birding year follow for the amusement of, well, mainly me. First up, the monthly species tally. All as recounted in torturous detail in my previous 'review of the year' post, but in a bar chart. Compared to 2021, the pattern for the first 7 months is broadly the same - peaks in Jan and Apr before the early summer doldrums kick in. After that though, this year differs from last in two major respects: late summer/early autumn was a fair bit more productive this year, but late autumn early winter the opposite: I accelerated from September onwards in 2021 but flatlined a bit after a good August this year. It was all riding on December which turned out to be, well, shite, for a variety of reasons.

And so to effort expended: my monthly mileage in 2022. A bit more erratic than 2021, when I started slowly until March and then did 200-350 miles per month for the rest of the year. This year holidays away from home and illnesses suppressed the distances I could manage in February, June, October and December. At 370 miles, however, August was the furthest I had cycled in any month, ever, so that was a milestone at least. Overall though, there's no getting away from the fact that my total miles cycled in 2022 of 2,600 was not as prolific as the 3,500 I managed in 2021, though a fair chunk of last year's mileage was purely for exercise, as evidenced by the correspondingly fair chunk which has reappeared around my waistline this year now that the cycling has been more exclusively bird-related!

Onwards we march then to the cramp-inducing dehydratathons of 2022: my top 25 longest bike rides. There ought to be an extra tarriff for those which take me west of Wareham, involving as they do more dangerous, heavily-trafficked roads and much greater elevation gain compared to the mostly off-road and flatter routes to the east. For this reason, as well as the sheer distance, the route which took me to Maiden Newton (Dipper), Bridport (Yellow-browed Warbler) and Portland Harbour (Red-necked Grebe) will live long in the memory as my most epic day of birding by bike in 2022. 

The route of my longest bike ride this year - 78 miles

I was on the move for just over 8 hours that day, hit my top speed of the year (36.9 mph virtually paragliding down towards Bridport from a high point of 991ft above sea level) and gained 5,695 ft in elevation - the equivalent of almost twice up Pen y Fan for those who know the Brecon Beacons. Four trips to Portland (including my first climb onto the island without getting off to push!) and five over the border into Hampshire over the course of the last 12 months also represented a fair amount of effort looking back on it.

Like last year, I remain unconvinced about the value of the next chart, as it really just shows you 'where I went' over the course of the year. That said, in comparison to last year it does illustrate that the relative importance to the yearlist of Swineham and Studland declined whilst that of Portland, Weymouth and Hartland Moor/Middlebere increased. As did the Dorchester and Keyhaven/Pennington areas, which don't show up in the key to the chart for some reason but which are the yellow and pale blue segments in the top left of the circle respectively. 

And finally to the ultimate measure of 'green' list purity - the number of species seen by non-motorised means expressed as a percentage of ALL species seen during the year. A fortnight in Scotland with the family at Easter, a week on Shetland in October and a bit of autumn twitching put a dent in this statistic somewhat and I ended the year on 88.80%, an improvement on last year's 86.15%. My Dorset stats were even better with only 1 of the 218 species I saw in the county in 2022 tempting me into the car (Black Kite). That was for an 8 mile round trip which, with hindsight, could have been done by bike as the Kite lingered for the best part of an hour against all expectations! But at 99.5%, it doesn't get much better, and it cements the pattern established in 2021 that I now do pretty much all my local birding (Dorset plus the bits of Hampshire I can reach) by bike. Hopefully I can make it 100% in 2023.

Well those are the scores on the doors for 2022 and if I can master the charts function in Word I'll try to make them a bit prettier next year!

Going out with a whimper

Well, unless a Short-eared Owl hits the window carrying a Bittern to disturb me from my Lemsip in the next few hours, and both stay alive long enough for me to tick them, my quest to match last year's total of 224 species seen travelling under my own steam (walking and cycling) seems destined to end in failure. Grand plans to smash it this week have fallen foul of the nasty cold which has been working its way through the family. I avoided it until Boxing Day, which, being the last decent forecast of the year, had been earmarked for a long trip to the New Forest in search of a Great Grey Shrike, Hawfinch and a Red-crested Pochard at Blashford Lakes. But after a dreadful night's sleep I woke feeling sufficiently rough to conclude that a 70+mile bike ride would not have been the wisest of moves. I haven't left the house since - so nothing for it then but to relive the highlights of the year in the hope that it cheers me up a bit!

January

I started the year as I meant to go on with a 50+ mile New Year's Day flog through the rain to Dorchester to admire a lingering flock of White-fronted Geese. By contrast to last year, my strategy was to focus on quality first and quality later so I returned via Silverlake to snaffle a Goosander and then overshot home to get to Upton Country Park before dusk for the long-staying trio of Tundra Bean Geese. A successful start to the year adding three difficult species for Dorset which I was pleased to get under my belt so early in the month. I must have been in good shape as 2 days later I headed to Weymouth to see another long-stayer, an Iceland Gull, following a trawler out in the bay. Standard January fayre padded the year list but a Longham Lakes Whooper Swan (8th), a Maiden Castle Little Gull (16th) and a Lytchett Matravers Glossy Ibis (22nd) found by Paul Morton added some quality. 

Bird of the month though had to wait until the 29th when I reprised my 2021 quest with Phil Saunders to see Cirl Bunting coming to seed laid on by Al Barrett and Mike Morse at West Bexington. This year a male Cirl Bunting was present which made the identification challenge somewhat easier than last year's female. This is a coveted species for me as I know the East Anglian velo-mafia who I find myself competing with will struggle to add it to their lists! The month ended with 300 miles cycled and the year list on 114, a shade down on 119 in 2021.

January photo of the month: Little Gull at Maiden Castle

January 'green' bird of the month: Cirl Bunting at West Bexington (56 miles)

February

February was the first of three months in 2022 when illness took a toll and curtailed my cycling significantly - I scraped just over 100 miles for the month adding just 15 species. While highlights were few and far between, I managed to connect with a few tricky targets including Merlin (helpfully staked out by Jol Mitchell on a local heathland), Brambling (on the Lytchett Fields feeders topped up by Ian Ballam and Shaun Robson) and one of the Dorset exotics - Ring-necked Parakeet at Studland, ticked on a lovely day when I met up with the family for a bacon roll on the beach. February also saw the first of a series of unfortunate clashes between my need to be away from home for work, and good birds being seen locally when my back was turned - I missed Bitterns leaving the local gravel pit on two different evenings as a result, failing to hear or see them on at least 6 other nights either side of these.

February photo of the month: Med Gull at Studland

February 'green' bird of the month: Ring-necked Parakeet at Studland - the population here appears to be dwindling - perhaps the species range expansion elsewhere in southern England will save it?

March

A couple of local scarcities (including Velvet Scoter at Arne) and the first spring arrivals were added to the yearlist in March but I wasn't pulling up any trees in the first few weeks. The 26th of the month, however, provided an opportunity for one of my most ambitious bike rides to date. It started with a 25 mile pilgrimage to Maiden Newton for Dipper - a long way but a lot closer and safer than Lyme Regis where I saw them last year, and another species the East Angles will be lucky to see. After early success I pressed on a further 11 miles to Bridport for a wintering Yellow-browed Warbler, returning via Portland Harbour where a Red-necked Grebe completed a hat-trick of desirable species. That one 78 mile trip almost doubled my mileage for the month, during which 14 additional species brought the year list to 143, slightly ahead of my 2021 tally at the same stage last year.

March photo of the month: one of the long-staying Tundra Bean Geese which first arrived at Upton in December 2021 and later relocated to my local patch at Swineham where this picture was taken

March 'green' bird of the month: Yellow-browed Warbler, Bridport (78 miles)

April

April brought high hopes after a string of local rarities had boosted my yearlist in 2021 but 2022 didn't quite match up, partly because we spent two weeks of it on a family holiday in Scotland. That said, I managed to add a Lytchett Fields Green-winged Teal to the yearlist thanks to Ian Ballam's excellent tide-forecasting. April also saw my first visit of the year by bike to Portland, where I connected with Ring Ouzel, a species which eluded me in 2021, as well as a Little Owl and the low hanging fruit which a short seawatch can be expected to produce: Manx Shearwater, Great and Arctic Skua. A local Mandarin Duck at the end of the month added a dash of colour and took me just shy of 200 miles cycled in April. A teensy regret was panicking and driving the 4 miles to Corfe Castle for a Black Kite found by Nick Hopper, which I assumed wouldn't hang around long enough for me to get there by bike but did!

April photo of the month: Peregrine at St Aldhelm's Head

April 'green' bird of the month: Green-winged Teal, Lytchett Fields

May

Spring migration seemed later this year so there was plenty to appreciate in early May and I headed to Portland for the second time this year on the 2nd to add Little Tern and various common migrants to the list. I was back again on the 8th for a Woodchat Shrike, viewed from almost exactly the same spot where a Red-backed Shrike appeared a year earlier. Things slowed down in the second half of the month and my run of bad luck when away from home continued with Red-necked Phalarope, Rose-coloured Starling and Alpine Swift all appearing within cycling distance of home whilst I was working in Reading. Fortunately the Swift hung around long enough for me to catch it up with it early on its final morning before it flew high out to sea. I cycled 342 miles in May - my second highest total for a month in 2022 - for a reward of a further 16 species added to the yearlist.

Photo of the month: Little Tern on a grey day at Ferrybridge

May 'green' bird of the month: Alpine Swift, Ballard Down

June

June was a bit of a disaster for the year list as the first week was earmarked for a family holiday in Norway, depriving me of the opportunity to dash to Weymouth for a Gull-billed Tern which could have been bike-bird of the year! Contracting Covid on the way home from the holiday wiped out the best part of the following fortnight and in what was left of the month I added a paltry two species (Golden Pheasant and Honey Buzzard) to the stuttering list, ending the month on 187, well below the par figure of 192 which I had reached at the same stage in 2021.

June photo of the month: Barn Owl hunting at a local site

June's 'green' bird of the month: Honey Buzzard

July 

I resolved to get back on track after the disappointments of June and clocked up another 300+ miles for the month as a result. This effort perhaps deserved more reward than the 6 species added though it was a clear case of quality over quantity as the birds added this month included Caspian Tern (seen with Charles Stubbs at the second attempt, another bird which turned up when work took me to Reading), Lesser Yellowlegs (my first trip across the Hampshire border of 2022), Balearic Shearwater (requiring my third trip of the year to Portland) and Quail (heard at the second attempt at Tarrant Rushton, the most northerly point I reached by bike this year). 

July photo of the month: Corn Bunting, Tarrant Rushton (where Quail was heard)

July 'green' bird of the month: Caspian Tern, Stanpit (69 miles)

August

With no big family holiday planned and a week's holiday booked mid-month, August offered an opportunity to push myself and bring an attempt to break last year's record back within sight. I made a supreme effort clocking over 370 miles for the month including three trips over the Hampshire border (for Black Tern, White-winged Tern and a Pectoral Sandpiper). Other highlights included a Friday night twitch for a White-rumped Sandpiper at Ferrybridge and 'in-the-hand' Aquatic and Grasshopper Warblers at Lytchett Bay courtesy of Shaun Robson. My man in the east Olly Frampton provided directions and Dave Bishop had the White-winged Tern pinned down for me when I arrived, whilst Julian Thomas did likewise with the White-rumped Sand. For the first time in a while I found myself ahead of par compared to 2021, with the yearlist on 205 by the end of the month compared to 202 the previous year.

August photo of the month: Spotted Flycatcher, Middlebere

August 'green' bird of the month: Aquatic Warbler, Lytchett Fields (also a Dorset tick)

September

I was determined to press home the advantage built up relative to my 2021 tally and figured that September 2022 could not be much worse than September 2021, a month during which I added a measly 2 species to the yearlist. I matched this total on 10th alone, finding a calling Bee-eater heading over as a I twitched a Wryneck found by James Leaver which Steve Smith managed to pick up in flight. A Red-necked Phalarope near Abbotsbury the following day clawed back a desirable species which I had missed earlier in the year due to work commitments. A mid-week dash to Lodmoor added a Citrine Wagtail found by Brett Spencer to the non-motorised life list as well as the year list, whilst my fourth and final visit of 2022 to Portland enabled me to connect with Rose-coloured Starling and a bonus Red-backed Shrike, again found by Brett Spencer, on the way home. A total of 211 by the month's end compared to 204 in 2021, and was just reward for 222 miles cycled. Surely this made it odds-on I would exceed my own record?

September photo of the month: Wheatear at Durlston

September 'green' bird of the month: Citrine Wagtail, Lodmoor (also a Dorset tick)

October

The first half of the month saw me indulging in some 'brown birding' with jolly group trips to Shetland for a week's birding holiday and Scilly for a Blackburnian Warbler. Penance was paid in the form of a 70 mile marathon to West Bay for a Barred Warbler. A patch Barnacle Goose and a St Aldhelm's Head Pallas's Warbler found by Phil Saunders - seen at the second attempt on the same stormy day - were the only other additions to the yearlist which ended the month on 214, still 5 ahead of the same date in 2021.

October photo of the month: a late Hobby at Swineham

October 'green' bird of the month: Barred Warbler, West Bay (70 miles)

November

After the distractions and temptations of October, I re-committed to non-motorised birding in November, though the dark nights drawing in limited the opportunities somewhat. Those which did arise were hard work with a run of storms bringing Arctic Tern and Sabine's Gull within reach in Weymouth and Chesil Cove respectively. Dusky Warbler (pinned down for me by Garry Hayman and James Leaver) and Snow Bunting (to which I was directed by David Foster and Rich Andrews) were a bit closer to home on the Purbeck coast, and helped bring the tally for the year to 219, still 4 ahead of the 2021 equivalent of 215, a reasonable return for 229 miles cycled. 

November photo of the month: Snow Bunting at Studland

November 'green' bird of the month: Dusky Warbler, Durlston

December

I had a very productive December in 2021, adding 9 species to the yearlist - but 5 of these were already on my 2022 yearlist when the month began so I knew it would be a challenge to replicate this in 2022. Still, with a bit of luck and effort the total of 224 should be within reach. Jack Snipe, located by Trevor Warwick a short walk from home, was belatedly added after much fruitless searching around local patches. My fifth and final trip to Hampshire by bike in 2022 was rewarded with good views of American Wigeon, a quality bike tick. And while Woodcock finally gave itself up in the fading light of Christmas Eve, unfortunately it was to be the last addition of 2022. 121 miles was the modest mileage for the final month of the year, and, as explained the start of this post, illness foiled my hopes of one last push between Christmas and the New Year. The total for the year ended up being 222 species, just two short of last year's figure.

December photo of the month: Great White Egret on a frozen Wareham Common

December 'green' bird of the month: American Wigeon, Pennington (69 miles)

So while the year ends with a bit of disappointment and a few regrets - as well as SEO and Bittern, which still haven't hit the window at time of writing, I also missed Redpoll, Long-tailed Duck, Hawfinch and Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, all of which made the list in 2021 - it's been therapeutic reliving the highlights of the wonderful birds I saw and the places they took me. The 2,600 miles cycled in pursuit of the 222 species I saw this year kept me reasonably fit and I added 15 species to my non-motorised life list, passing the landmark of 250 species seen travelling under my own steam in the process. If you tot up your own equivalent and it's anywhere close to that without you living/working at a bird observatory or the like, you're doing ok!

If you were instrumental in finding any of the birds I enjoyed seeing in 2022 or otherwise helped me on my travels, my sincere thanks; if you were neglected whilst I pursued them, my apologies. As for 2023, I think I've established 220 species by non-motorised means is about 'par' for these parts, so while I'm not sure I'll go all out to break my own record of 224 again, I'll certainly be back on the bike for pretty much all my Dorset birding (plus the bits of Hampshire I can reach if the knees hold out). Until then, have a Happy New Year and thanks for reading!

Purple Sandpiper, Sandbanks, January 2022