Friday 27 July 2018

Sooty Tern on the Ythan Estuary ... 26th July

The seemingly random and wholly unpredictable wanderings of the Sooty Tern that was first seen on the Brownsman on 7th July offered little hope of seeing the bird ... it was again seen on the Inner Farne on the 19th July and at Long Nanny that same day ...

The following day it was on the Ythan Estuary where it was seen intermittently while going missing for long periods of time over the following six days ...

On the 26th July I turned up on the estuary where the bird had been seen about half an hour before ... waiting there in the beautiful surroundings was no burden ... the breeding terns there provided constant interest and the surprisingly small group of birders were good company ... and after an hour and a half the Sooty Tern flew by and landed on a grassy island as the tide rose ...


... among a group of mixed gulls it preened and wing-stretched ...


... as the tide rose the island diminished while we retreated from the widening channel as the water lapped around feet and tripod legs ...

Then the tern flew and circled around almost overhead to give spectacular views ...














... it dropped in again among the gulls ...


... then as the island disappeared beneath the water it flew out towards the sea ...

... a brilliant experience !

Tuesday 17 July 2018

Cairngorm Birding ... Snow Bunting ... Scottish Crossbill ... lots of Goldeneye

Walking through the mist high up on the Cairngorm plateau not far from Ben Macdui and the sound of singing Snow Buntings came through the still air ... with visibility at around 100m there was nothing in sight ... then as the cloud cleared a little a male Snow Bunting cut a ghostly figure perched on a flat boulder and performing occasional low song flights ending in a little glide back down ...


... and just a moment later the air cleared to reveal this smart bird ...



... before more cloud piled in to close down visibility again ...

Goldeneye were present on almost all the water bodies we looked at ... the River Spey, small and large Lochs ...

... these young juveniles were on a small Loch who's water level was severely down ...


... and two adult females consorted regularly in a quiet spot along the shore of Loch Morlich where we stayed ...



... the all dark bills indicating non-breeding state ...



The low woodlands were teeming with Siskins and Crested Tits were widespread ...

In the Abernethy Forest in a small stand of scots pines a group of crossbills including adults and juveniles fed while constantly giving 'excitement calls ' ... largely hidden in the thick foliage they showed occasionally through the gaps ...




... the head shape was not the typical domed shape of Common Crossbill, rather the crown was flattish ...



... the bill shape was robust, rather elongated but not that of Parrot Crossbill ...


... the sonograms confirmed their identity as Scottish Crossbills ...








Book Review : Wilding by Isabella Tree (The return of nature to a British farm)



As soon as I received this newly published book I recognised the author's name - I had read her account of the life of John Gould ( The Bird Man : 2004 ) a decade ago and remembered finding it an absorbing and fascinating read.

Then as I was about to start on the book I got a message recommending that I read it ! ... this does not happen every day ... I could hardly wait !

The book tells of the 'rewilding' of a large estate farm in Sussex.  Significantly, the word 'rewilding' has been avoided and this is for the very good reason that this project has not attempted to recreate a wild landscape according to the model of an imagined past - rather, it is based on the idea that a new equilibrium will be established once the land has been freed from the influence of insecticides, herbicides, artificial fertilisers and the interventionist hand of man.

The author in the first chapter recounts meeting Ted.  From him she describes learning about the complex ecology of oak trees.  This sets a nicely anecdotal tone that introduces a whole gamut of fascinating information about the oak.  It tells of the unwitting damage that is often done to these trees by inappropriate farming practices.

Then each chapter unfolds in discussing sometimes processes like the introduction of grazing animals and sometimes the way in which such scarce and declining species as Nightingales and Turtle Doves have recolonised the land simply because it has been left to establish whatever form of wildness happens once human interference is removed.

The writing style is wonderfully lucid and engaging.  I never once found myself having to re-read a sentence to get the meaning of it ( so often I have to do this with some well respected writers ).  And I was constantly enthralled by the emerging story that each chapter tells - while at the same time I was picking up a plethora of related information thrown in along the way.

The central message of the book is one of letting nature find its own balance once it is allowed to do so.  The author contrasts this approach with the frequently adopted conservation schemes designed to create what is seen as the ideal habitat for a particular species to inhabit.  She interestingly points out that conservationists will often mistakenly assume that the habitat where a declining species is found is its preferred habitat rather than the one that it has in desparation been forced to retreat to.

The book is a remarkable tale of how an economically failing farm was made viable by relinquishing conventional farming strategies.  And in addition to the farm's economic salvation, wildlife has benefitted hugely.

While rejoicing in the burgeoning wildlife on this estate, it is as well to remember that the project is largely propped up by agri-environmental funding currently under the umbrella of the European Union's Common Agricultural Policy.

Let us hope that in a post-Brexit world the government of the day will be sufficiently enlightened as to fund poor quality farmland for the benefit of wildlife.

Thursday 5 July 2018

Whinchats in the sunshine ... Geltsdale Reserve ... a singing Grasshopper Warbler ...

July is not renowned for its high level of passerine activity ... but it was all happening this morning ...


Whinchats were active and vocal in the warm sun with only a pleasantly light breeze ...




... and performing occasional display flights against the azure sky ...







... a Mistle Thrush perched on a wire and watched me walk by ...


... Reed Buntings were singing just everywhere ...


... and Chiffchaffs fed in the low canopy ...


... while a Willow Warbler sang lazily from a bush in between sessions of preening ...


Lesser Redpolls zipped back and forth over the alders but were less obliging for the camera than other species ...


... but a Grasshopper Warbler showed unexpectedly well as it reeled from a bracken frond ...




A few days ago a fly by Osprey was a welcome addition to my garden list ...