The first report of a Pallid Swift in our part of Norfolk came a few days ago when a bird was seen at Cley and various points along the coast to Cromer. Then, on Thursday when I was tied up at an all day conference in Cambridge, Tim a local birder texted to say that he and Dawn had found possibly the same bird at Felbrigg Hall – practically our ‘back garden’! Yesterday we got up early to get to Felbrigg, where we spent a couple of fruitless hours looking for the bird.  In the afternoon I had to go to Norwich and by the time I’d finished my various meetings it was beginning to get too late for birding…or so we thought! We decided against a shopping trip to Morrison’s and went straight home. Shortly after dark the message came through that the Pallid had been showing well, ‘late afternoon’ between the supermarket and the pier, and had possibly gone to roost on Cromer church – grrnash! Up early this morning to go and stare at Cromer church tower for an hour or so… nothing. Back for breakfast and a report that there were now two birds over the cliffs at Trimmingham. Off we go, only to  be told when we get there that the birds had flown off a couple of minutes before… double bother! A pager message came through that a bird was showing above the wood we could see in the distance… but we couldn’t see the bird. Then another message to say it was seen heading east towards Cromer. Off we go to Cromer sea-front, see nothing but bump into three lads who are pleased to show us their photos of Pallid Swift taken a little earlier at the lighthouse – triple bother! Back for lunch and await further news. None is forthcoming so we go back to Felbrigg. No luck there either but a further text to say that a Pallid Swift is back, somewhere between Trimmingham and Sidestrand. Off we go again, arrive at a likely spot, hoof it to the coast, where a lone birder points to a dot in the sky… that’s the bird! We hoof it back to the car and drive to the village where, thankfully and not before time, the Pallid Swift performs dutifully above us for ten minutes or more.

And the moral of this tale… twitching swifts can seriously damage your (mental) health!

A few rather poor images of a very welcome addition to the year list!

Turns out that there were indeed two birds, a ‘pale’ bird, which came from Cromer and the west and a darker bird from the east. They both met up briefly over the coast at Trimmingham, mid morning!

Last week we set off on the regular GPOG (Greater Peterborough Ornithological Group – a rather grand title for a bunch of birding & drinking mates, loosely based in the Peterborough area!) birding excursion to Cornwall. Twelve of us left Market Deeping on Wednesday night, returning late on Sunday. The timing of the trip is intended to maximise our chances of finding rare birds in the valleys of west Cornwall but it’s fair to say that we’ve enjoyed mixed fortunes over the 15 or so years we’ve been going! Star birds in the past have included Aquatic, Bonelli’s, Radde’s, Melodious and Greenish Warbler, Red-eyed Vireo, King Eider, Black Duck, Lesser Scaup, Buff-breasted, Baird’s and White-rumped Sandpiper, Long-billed Dowitcher, Cory’s Shearwater, Sora Rail and a host of other ‘goodies’, but this year, it’s fair to say, there were much leaner pickings on offer. Our modest total of 114 birds included Chough, Snow and Cirl Bunting, Rosie Starling, Yellow-browed Warbler, Firecrest, Richard’s Pipit, Whooper Swan and Glossy Ibis – still a reasonable haul at a time when rarities nationally were in a bit of an uncharacteristic lull. The trip did produce a couple of ‘lifers’ for members of the group and the beer, food and hospitality at the Bucket of Blood (our alternative ‘club hut’) were exceptional – so all things consider, a good time was had by all!

The first of our star attractions, a juvenile Rosie Starling. We’ve managed to find these birds on almost every trip we’ve done to Cornwall. This one was in the car park of Morrison’s at Marazion. Compare the rather drab plumage of this bird with that of a breeding adult, featured on this blog  in June –‘Rose coloured spectacle’

One of our target birds for this trip was Chough. We had expected to scour the Lizard peninsular to find them but they gave themselves up relatively easily in the Cot Valley. This was one of at least seven, roosting in a quarry.

Mediterranean Gull were reasonably easy, with up to a dozen on the Hayle estuary and others dotted around the coast. This adult was at Sennen.

Talking of coastal birds, Rock Pipit are always nice to see – just a pity that it’s distant cousin, the Richard’s Pipit, didn’t give itself up as easily!

This Whooper Swan was a surprise find on Helston park lake –  no rings, honest Guv! A rare Cornish bird and a ‘grip-back’ for yours truly

A stop-off at Labrador Bay in Devon produced the goods with this fine male Cirl Bunting, appearing in the hedge between heavy rain showers

There’s been an increasing trend of autumn ‘invasions’ of Glossy Ibis – we caught up with a couple of this years wanderers at Ham Walls, Somerset on our return journey. Who knows, perhaps these birds will linger on to breed and add to the incredibly impressive list of rare breeding herons on the Avalon Marshes!

These ‘bl**dy clickers’ can never get close enough… can they Will?

But to be fair, this was a very approachable Snow Bunting!

All in all, a pretty good trip with some very nice birds, but I guess Parula Warbler in the Cot Valley will have to wait for another year….!

After several days of routine domestic tasks, including painting the outside windows using a ladder (I must be mad…!) we decided to have a day out, birdwatching. Starting at Holkham pines, we went in pursuit of Yellow-browed Warbler which had, so far, eluded us, despite there being hundreds of this extreme long-distant migrant in the country over the past week. Nothing on the walk down, nothing around Washington hide and nothing in the tit flock at Meals House… until that is Jane noticed a warbler fly into a nearby Sycamore tree – a couple of brief but distinctive calls and the bird was ‘in the bag’! We did see the bird a couple more times, as well as a late Willow Warbler, a flock of Common Crossbill and Siskin, before heading off to Titchwell. There was nothing particularly gripping on the board when we got there, so we set off for what turned out to be a really enjoyable afternoon’s general birding. The tally of ‘interesting’ species included Little Stint, Curlew Sandpiper, Spotted Redshank, Greenshank, Hobby and, just before we headed for home, a very obliging, if somewhat distant, Jack Snipe  – with Common Snipe for useful comparison, on the new scrape called Patsy’s Pool.

One of at least three, winter plumage, Spotted Redshank

Greenshank

Jack Snipe, back left against the vegetation, with Common Snipe, front right (behind the Teal), for comparison

Jack Snipe is noticeably smaller/stockier than Common Snipe, with a short thick based bill and shorter legs, more of a dark chocolate colouration on the back with broad gold ‘braces’, streaking rather than barring on the breast and no pale central crown stripe. Jack Snipe also exhibit a ‘bobbing-like’ action, whilst feeding.

September 1989 Rudston, East Yorkshire, I saw my first Lesser Grey Shrike, yesterday near Leiston, Suffolk, I see my second.

Having done a few jobs around the house/allotment in the morning, by lunchtime I was beginning to get restless. The weather hasn’t been great for ‘small bird’ migration so far this September but a few things have started to arrive here in East Anglia, like the Lesser Grey Shrike which turned up last Sunday. With nothing better (more interesting ) to do I decide to have a go for it.

Although it’s no great distance from Cromer to Leiston, it’s a slow drive across Norwich and through the lanes of Suffolk, so it was half past three when I got to the site. The first guy I see coming the other way is looking grumpy – not a good sign! Apparently the bird was seen a couple of hours ago but ‘it flew off high over the woods’ and nothing since. Is it just me or is there a rising trend of premature pessimism amongst birders these days – how often do you see on BirdGuides a ‘sad face’ report and then, ten minutes later, such and such a bird is ‘back in is usual spot and showing well‘! Is it that we invest so much emotional energy in seeing rare/scarce birds that we have to psychologically brace ourselves against disappointment or is it just that those who witness these supposedly ‘last sightings’ want to rub it in the faces of the poor unfortunates who arrive too late? Either way my spirits drop a little but I carry on looking. Nothing for ten minutes, just a lot of empty fence posts, where this rare bird from the south and east of Europe once was – images of the numerous photos of the bird, posted on various websites, beginning to pop into my brain to tease me. A guy in his forties walks by, cheerfully enquiring if we’ve seen the bird, and he tells us about an Arctic Skua on the nearby beach at Sizewell.

Then the shout goes up – the bird is back, a little further up the track. We hurry to the spot and there is the shrike, sat atop a hawthorn bush, catching insects…pheew! The same guy then casually remarks that his first Lesser Grey was in the late eighties, somewhere near Spurn – there is a sudden connection between us. Same bird, same experience… just a quarter of a century separating the two. What happened to the two and a half decades that have gone by between these two events – and why do birders measure their lives out in this way – by the birds they’ve seen? I’ve no idea, but ‘first’ or ‘second’, it was a lovely bird to see….. and more than just a bird!

Lesser Grey Shrike, with Sizewell B nuclear power station in the background

…Meat Feast!

Post Script:  As I write this post, three large skeins of Pink-footed Geese have flown over – watch out, winter’s coming!

Jane and I were married at the end of September, nearly 36 years ago. We were students at the time so I borrowed my Dad’s car and we stay for a few nights in a B&B in Northumberland for our honeymoon. On our first proper day together we went to visit Lindisfarne and passing Newton Pools, a shallow rain-filled depression in a field, (not sure if they are even there anymore ) we came across a first winter Wilson’s Phalarope! Now Jane wasn’t much of a birder at the time but even she could appreciate the simple, elegant beauty of this transatlantic vagrant.

Fast forward to this morning. Monday is my ‘duty day’ at Cley NWT. I’d checked the wader scrapes from the hides – no sign of the reported Pectoral Sandpiper from earlier and nothing much of note either. I took a brisk stroll down East Bank, the wind was strong from the west and keeping everything down. On approaching Arnold’s Marsh there was a small group of bird watchers looking closely at something. ‘Something of interest?’ I asked – ‘there’s an odd looking bird in the vegetation by the edge of the water’ came the reply. A quick look with my bins and I could tell this was something interesting! I dismissed the suggestion that it could be a Marsh Sandpiper and focused on the Phalarope family – silvery grey upper parts with brown scalloping at the rear, long black needle-like bill, dark eye mask, a whitish supercilium and… bright yellow legs!  Hold on – that’s Wilson’s – oh heck, I thought!! I concentrated for the next few seconds on getting some digiscope grab shots before the bird rather inconveniently flew off west along the shingle ridge, showing a neat square white rump as it did so. I raced down to North hide whilst trying to contact Cley NWT Centre on the radio – no luck and no mobile phone signal either! On entering the hide I asked, breathlessly, if anyone had seen any interesting waders – ‘no’ came the reply. A brief scan around with the scope and I relocated the bird at the far end of the scrape. It eventually came closer for a brief while before heading off again, over the Eye field, towards Blakeney. I managed to get a weak mobile signal by the beach car park and put in a call to Mark Golley, who luckily was at home in Cley. Using his considerable local knowledge he went off to Bishop’s hide and relocated the bird some time later. The bird stayed on Pat’s for most of the afternoon.

I’ve seen a couple of spring birds in the intervening years but this is the only ‘first winter’ I’ve seen since our honeymoon special!

Photographed at La Reyerta, mid day 11th Sept., adult and 1st winter.

Having spent most of the day blogging our recent Spanish birding break, including details of the yet to be conclusively identified ‘orange billed’ terns, we finally managed to get out birding at tea-time. We arrived at Titchwell in rather poor light and quickly ascertained the rough location of the two remaining Pectoral Sandpipers. A walk down to Parrinder Hide and there they were, some distance away on a grassy island. Always nice to see this most numerous of American waders in Britain, better still to see two.

Record digipics

Having had our fill of the Pecs we decided to continue down to the beach before it got too dark. There was nothing much on the sea of interest, just a couple of Great Crested Grebes and a juvenile Arctic Skua, then a delightful Purple Sandpiper flew straight towards us in ‘the bunker’ and pretty much landed at our feet!

Taken on my Sony compact

We were at Blickling Hall, enjoying some family time with Noah our fifth grandson, when the news came through of a Citrine Wagtail at Burnham Overy. There had been a report of a probable at Kelling earlier in the the day but that was followed by a ‘negative’ update at lunchtime and, in the event, the Burnham bird only stayed for thirty five minutes before departing.  … oh well not today I guess. Then at tea time the news came through of another (or probably the same) bird at Weybourne camp – just along the coast from Kelling. We were in the car park in fifteen minutes and told that the bird was still showing about 400m away. A 1st winter bird, feeding with Pied Wagtails but rather  flighty and, being on the private campsite, only viewable from the beach path. We did eventually get reasonable views, as it moved up and down to feed, calling frequently in flight – rather reminiscent of Yellow Wagtail.

The essential id features are just about visible in these digiscope ‘grab shots’:  double broad white wing bar, long tail, a yellowish ‘super’ joining pale lores and looping behind the eye around the ear coverts and all dark bill.

A ‘bonus bird’ which brings me equal with my previous, rather modest, best Year List total of 254…  benefits of retirement and residing in Norfolk.