The Colour Purple

There aren’t too many birds on the British List with the colour purple in their name. Two are incredibly rare Purple Gallinule and Purple Martin. Then there is the more regular Purple Sandpiper – a scarce winter visitor to the rocky coastline of Britain and finally, Purple Heron – rare adult spring over-shooters or post-breeding dispersing juveniles. Today a very late bird was reported as a ‘possible’ over Cley and then later as ‘confirmed’, on the Wells side of the fresh marsh, at Lady Anne’s Drive, Holkham. When we arrived in the car park there was no sign of any birders; we watched the huge flock of Pink-footed Geese for a while, keeping a eye on the sky for a possible fly over, but nothing. Jane then took a stroll towards the pine belt and bumped into RM and a couple watching over the marsh. They had met the two guys who had originally phoned the bird in and shown them the place where it appeared to land – things looked promising. It wasn’t long before another birder spotted a ‘brown heron’ by the edge of a reed-filled dyke about 300m east of us. A few moments of anticipation and then out walked a superb juvenile Purple Heron. Very nice and completely unexpected – still it has been a funny old year!

A few record shots

DSC05769 DSC05728 DSC05756A UK ‘first’ for Jane and another small step closer to the target, morale restored after our recent disappointing weekend.

Legs take me a step nearer

What a difference a week makes; the previous weekend there were three ticks available in Hampshire, all within spitting distance of Lymington. As we were entertaining Emma and Amber in Norfolk and Jane was with her sister in York, mid-week, we couldn’t get away until last Friday afternoon. Bed & breakfast at the rather ordinary Bosun’s Chair and we were set for a day ‘ticking up’, albeit that only one of our target birds had been reported during the week… there’s nothing wrong with a bit of ornithological optimism! We had the Lesser Yellowlegs safely under our belts by 9.30, leaving us the rest of the day to concentrate on the long-staying Red-breasted Goose and Long-billed Dowitcher. Suffice it to say that neither deemed to show to us and I have to console myself with one tick and another small step towards the ‘big 300’. The RBG did put in a brief appearance, late morning, but we failed to connect. Still, we did have a nice days birding which included several Spotted Redshank, Pintail and Slavonian Grebe – all species we’d have been very pleased to add to the list, earlier in the year.

Distant digipics of the Lesser Yellowlegs, a rare wader from North America, which occasionally over-winter in Britain



With only five full weeks of 2013 left,  I’m now becoming increasingly doubtful about this 300 thing happening… this is the emotional roller coaster of big year listing. Oh well, he says through slightly gritted teeth! 

Postcript: speaking of birds that are always nice to see, I snapped these  Common Crane on my way back to Peterborough on Friday. They were in their regular wintering spot at Guyhirn, south of the A47, opposite the Chill Out Cafe.


The Listers Dilemma

You’d think that making a list of the different birds you see in a year would be a simple matter, wouldn’t you? First find your bird and, if it looks different from stuff you’ve seen before, put it on your list – job done! Well, in the majority of cases it is as simple as that but for a small group of species sometimes the differences aren’t that great and, as a consequence, their identity is in a perpetual state of flux. This is the vexed world of ‘lumping’ and ‘splitting’, where minor differences are deemed, by the ornithological powers that be, to be either significant enough to split them off into a separate species or insufficiently different and they lump them into a single species. As birders get better at field identification and the science around DNA develops, so the process of adding and subtracting continues and the list of birds you can or can’t count changes!  As there are generally a number of different ‘birding authorities’, there are numerous versions of the list. The list you choose to use is probably a reflection of whether you are a birding ‘radical’ or a ‘conservative’ –  if you like to win, you’ll choose the most liberal list, which has the greatest potential for building a bigger score! The birding organisation in this country with perhaps the greatest authority is the British Ornithological Union (BOU) and it’s they who decide how big or small the UK list should be. It’s their list that I use – even when it hurts! And boy did it hurt yesterday, when finally I tracked down a Black Brant, that has been in the Cley area for the past few weeks. Black Brant is the American version of our Brent Goose – subtly different in appearance but not yet deemed by the BOU to be a separate species – so not a ‘tick’. Ironically the liberal birding lobby advocate that Brent Goose is split into four separate species! Depending on how the next few weeks go and my pursuit of the magic 300, I might have to re-evaluate my position!

But for now the different, but not yet recognised as a separate species, Black Brant:


As can been seen in these digipics, Black Brant are darker on the back and belly than the accompanying Brent geese, of the dark bellied race, bernicla. (which breed in Russia), they have distinctive white ‘flames’ on their flanks and the white ‘necklace’ is broad, joining in the front.



The pale bellied race, horta (Svalbard & Greenland) generally winter on the west coast – we saw one in Cornwall recently. Less than a handful of Black Brant arrive to winter in the UK each year.

Last of the ‘Big Five’

It’s Wednesday and we’re heading up north for Jane’s mum’s 80th birthday celebration, when the text came through about the relocation of yesterday’s Semipalmated Sandpiper, at Pilling Lane Ends, on the southern edge of Morecambe Bay. We’re only an hour away and by the time the car is bouncing down the rutted track that leads to the sea wall and we see the small group of birders, huddled against the wind staring out across the bay, I’m feeling uncharacteristically optimistic. This turns out to be misplaced anticipation, as the bird had flown off almost as soon as the news was put out and hadn’t been seen since! As the small crowd began to disperse, in the aftermath of the adrenalin-filled moments of success, we scanned the truly vast expanse of mud which stretched to the horizon – pockets of waders, mostly Redshank and smaller Dunlin, with which our target was apparently associating, could barely be made out on the rapidly receding tide-line. Semipalmated Sandpiper is one of the ‘peeps’ from North America and the rarest of the ‘big five’ that most regularly grace these shores – the others, which we’ve already seen this year being White-rumped, Baird’s, Buff-breasted and Pectoral. We spend the next half hour peering through scopes to see if we can find any smaller birds in these random flocks – more through hope than expectation. A couple of winter plumage Sanderling get the pulse racing but, even at that distance, we can just make out enough detail to ‘eliminate them from our enquiries’. News of a flock of wintering Twite, further up the Esplanade, is a welcome distraction and we wander off to enjoy their ‘Mexican wave’ feeding antics. By now it’s lunch time so we decide to head into Knotts End for some ‘snap’ and resume our search, where the bird was originally discovered.

 After lunch, fortified against the elements, we continue the near impossible search for a wader, little bigger than a sparrow, lost in several square miles of Morecambe’s mudflats. There was nothing of interest from the Esplanade so we decide to return to Cocker’s Dyke, where the bird was seen earlier. We arrive to be greeted by the frustrating news that, whilst we were enjoying bacon balm cake and chicken & mushroom pudding, the bird had put in another brief appearance! We were pointed in the direction of a flock of Dunlin, pin-heads in the glittering afternoon sun – ‘we think the bird’s in there somewhere’. For the next half-hour or so we watch small flocks of Dunlin fly along the coast, occasionally coming closer to wash and preen in the fresh water of the outflow stream. Hope again began to subside and collective attention was beginning to wane, when I saw another smallish flock arrive to bathe. A quick sweep through revealed the presence of a small ‘peep’ at the right hand end of the flock. It’s overall busy ‘jizz’, long winged, dark capped with pale ‘super’ before the eye, uniform back and white bellied appearance strongly suggested that this was our bird! The general consensus was in agreement with my id and I attempted to secure a few digipics which might help clinch it. In absolute truth, at such a distance, it was difficult to be conclusive but I was lucky to secure enough photographic evidence to put the matter safely to bed. See below:


Even at this distance the overall longish primaries, uniformed back, white underparts, dark-capped head with white ‘super’ and short black bill give confidence to the id of Semipalmated Sandpiper. There is even the hint of the palmations ( webbing between the toes) on the birds raised left leg.


Part of a flock of fifty Twite feeding in a ‘Mexican Wave’ manner


1st winter Ross’s Goose at Marshside NR


With an hour or so of day light left and buoyed by our success, we made a mad dash to Marshside NR at Southport, where we caught up with the first winter Ross’s Goose. Although we missed out on the freshly reported American Wigeon at the same location, it was still a great end to a memorable days birding in the North West. As I inch ever closer to the ultimate target I’m finally beginning to believe that 300 for the year might just be possible!

That’s enough Grousing

After several previous failed attempts in the High Pennines,and more recently in the Scottish Highlands, we were delighted to finally catch up with this iconic, but rapidly disappearing, moorland species – Black Grouse, in a remote corner of County Durham. We saw seven males and a single female – digiscoped from a respectable distance, to avoid any disturbance, and in poor late afternoon light:




‘I see you baby, shakin that ass’!


Northern (high) Lights

For our recent three nights stay in the Scottish Highlands we based ourselves in Aberlour, at the very acceptable Mash Tun pub – relatively convenient for accessing the Caledonian forests, mountain areas of Cairngorm and the coastal belt of the Moray Firth. We used Gordon Hamlett, our  former Peterborough birding colleague’s, excellent guide to Best Birdwatching Sites in the Scottish Highlands – published by Buckingham Press and currently undergoing a major revision, some prior experience of the region and a couple of tips provided by friends and locals, as a basis for finding our targets. 

Bird-finding in this region is never easy – hundreds of square miles of countryside with a relatively modest and thinly spread bird population means you generally have to work hard for your birds. Add to the mix that we visited in November, when their are no summer visitors, few migrants and only a handful of winter residents and you’ll appreciate why our list of ‘trophies’ was a relatively modest one. Nonetheless we did find a few ‘year ticks’ and enjoyed some nice long winter walks!

The woods around Grantown on Spey are well known for holding  a respectable number of the areas prime species, so not surprisingly this was our starting point – it was a place to which we returned again and again! – read on for details. On our first visit we walked miles, encountered few birds but did eventually see Crested Tit – easy to locate on call and a single Scottish Crossbill. Hours spent in the woods around Loch Garten failed to produce anything extra as did a stint in the main car park at Cairngorm, which was experiencing a bit of a ‘white out’ at the time. A few winter plumage Red Grouse here did get our hearts racing for a while though. The day ended with walks around a couple more damp, dark woods.

Day two started with more woodlands, included a trip up the majestic Findhorn Valley – where we did see Golden Eagle hunting Red Grouse and finished on the Black Isle, looking for ducks. At Udale Bay we managed to find the American Wigeon, amongst 5000 ordinary Wigeon, at the high tide roost and further round the coast 400 Scaup – a bird we rarely see in England and certainly not in any numbers.

The final day was our best. Following up a tip from a local birder, we again went to the Anagach Woods around Grantown and after a long and squelchy walk we finally connected with two male Capercaillie – a bit like Pheasants on steroids, fantastic! Our return journey took us over the pass at Glen Shee, a well known spot for Ptarmigan. An hour or so spent staring at the snowy hillside had produced nothing when eventually Jane spotted a distant bird above the ski station – in near full winter plumage, it blended perfectly with the surrounding landscape. A speculative stop at Loch of Lintrathen provided a wealth of wildfowl, which were obviously unusually restless  – not surprising, as minutes after arriving in the hide, an immature White-tailed Sea Eagle did a menacing fly-by. A methodical search through the 350 or so Pink Feet produced our final trip tick in the form of a single Tiaga Bean Goose.

Given the short days, weather and woodland nature of much of our birding, no pictures I’m afraid of some of the key species.. but to make up for it, some fantastic landscapes – here, Loch Garten on a still winters day


First encounter with a Scottish speciality, Hooded Crow, which rarely stray south of the Great Glen fault-line


Part of a flock of 400 plus Scaup, in the Moray Firth, just off Jemimaville


By the time I’d got my camera out this Capercaillie was nearly across the river and out of sight. This was our sixth attempt, covering four different locations, to find this classic Highland species


A winter plumage Red Grouse doing a passable impression of Ptarmigan – it didn’t fool us though (not for long that is!)


A young White-tailed Sea Eagle doing a ‘fly-by’ at Loch of Lintrathen


Final tick of the trip, a Taiga Bean Goose, found amongst hundreds of Pink Feet. It’s the one in the centre of the shot – slightly bigger, long necked with extensive orange on the bill and orange legs


This wasn’t just a birding trip – rare mammals are always of interest. Here, a chance encounter with a rare group of Speyside Yellow Sheep!


Beauty in the Borders

We’ve come north to visit my brother in Scotland and hopefully, by finding a few of the Caledonian specialities, give a lift to my ailing year list. It’s always an uphill struggle to boost the list once the clocks go back – the birds seem to dry up with the arrival of the shorter days and the energy begins to drain out of even the most committed year lister. We took it easy on the drive up stopping over night at the excellent Bailiffgate B&B in Alnwick  – great room, nice hosts and a breakfast cooked to perfection! There was nothing much around in the North East, just a Snow Bunting, Northern Wheatear and Shore Lark all near the Old Cemetery in Hartlepool, so our efforts focused on attempting to relocate the long-staying, though elusive, Sardinian Warbler at Mire Loch near St Abb’s Head.

It’s quite a walk from the car park to the loch and it took us sometime to find the boardwalk, where the bird has been occasionally but consistently reported, 60 – 100m beyond it. We spent the first three quarters of an hour scouring the gorse covered hillside until Jane, attending to a call of nature, cried out that she’d seen the bird! By the time I’d found her the thing had slipped away, a frantic search of the immediate area revealed nothing and a black cloud began to descend. I tried to banish the ‘dark damon of dipping’, which had commenced a silent vigil in my head, and regain my optimistic composure. The bird’s been here a long time ‘right’, Jane’s just seen it ( aargh!) ‘right’, it can’t have gone far… ‘right’? I calm down a little and commence a systematic search of the immediate area. Ignoring the dense gorse – the sort of place a Sardinian could hide for weeks, I enter a small clump of near leaf-less Sycamores, bent over by the prevailing winds. A movement down the slope catches my eye and there in front of me, fly-catching in the lower branches, is a beautiful adult male Sardinian Warbler! These birds are difficult to see even in the southern Mediterranean, where they are the default passerine species, so to be able to watch it flitting around in the open was a real unexpected pleasure. It even paused occasionally to allow a quick snap or two:


This bird was caught and ringed in the spring then promptly went missing. Several months later it was rediscovered amazingly – and it’s still here… in November!


A very nice late addition to the year list.