Saturday, 26 March 2016

Spring Loaded

I took the girls on an amble round the village yesterday as the temperatures hit a soaring 17c. Absolute bliss and Isabelle wanted to do a little biological recording so we took her notebook out and recorded what we saw.


After a couple of queen Buff-tailed Bumblebees from Cumbria earlier in the week marked my first bees of the year, a brace of White-tailed Bumbles were pottering about the station gardens. Also present were my first Hairy-footed Flower Bees Anthophora plumipes with males zipping all over the place. Small Tortoiseshells were very much in evidence and there were Colt's Foot and Common Field Speedwell Veronica persica growing in the disturbed ground.

Common Field Speedwell
As we ambled on we saw loads of singing birds and plenty more butterflies including a couple of Peacocks. There was a brief Eristalis sp. Drone Fly on a Dandelion. Lesser Celandines were everywhere and a handful of Buttercups were still hanging on. It was fabulous to be out. Earlier in the day I found the Firethorn Leaf Miner on the Pyracantha in the garden which was new. Earlier in the week I had found Orpine Sedum telephium in a hedgerow in Cumbria and Hart's Tongue Rust Milesina scolopendrii which means five new PSL ticks taking me onto 1075. 

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Run Fatboy Run


As some of you who follow me on other social media outlets may have noticed, this year I havent been fully focused on birding. As a bloke his mid thirties and who embraced spread the day he gave up tabs I want to get fitter. So four years ago I started running a bit. Occasionally. I even signed up for the York 10k and got to race day only for my youngest daughter to arrive instead. I raised over £300 for charity without running anywhere. I promised that I would do an event but stuff got in the way and I kept trying to run and aborting due to plantar fasciitis and various other lame excuses. In 2015 I managed to finish the Couch to 5km program. I wanted to run in Central Park but my foot pain prevented me and so it petered out but I knew I could do better so when my sister suggested that perhaps I bypass 10k and just go for a half marathon I agreed. I can do this.

In August training commenced. I made really good strides, slowly increasing my distance until I was cresting 5km again. Steady, slow but then I got sick with a mystery gastric complaint and all thought of trying to run went out the window as I lost a stone in weight (not in the right way) and felt dreadful. Mentally I had chucked the half marathon in. Not enough time, not well enough. And then in November I was at a family wedding with my brother-in-law who had also signed up and he revealed he was going to follow a twelve week plan. And it started in a couple of weeks. I had enough time but only just and I was going to have to work bloody hard if I was to make the start line let alone complete the race. So training started. After work, walk to run, 4 times a week. When the 12 weeks started I could get round 5km with walking breaks occasionally. If I stuck to the program then I might get there. If I dont get injured...

So I stuck rigidly to the program and racked up over 75km in December. I was running further and further with my first double figure run on December 27th when I made mincemeat of an 11km trip out. It was then that I realised I was actually running. I was over halfway in distance and infact felt strong. But my feet! Trainers wont do. Not after a while and so I invested in a pair of neon Asics which compensate for my outturned feet and padded frame whilst seperating me with a wedge of cash. This was money well invested as my feet felt guilded in such quality casings. I was doing so well that I deviated from the regime set out. As a big lad, four runs a week was punishing my joints and specifically my right achilles tendon. I cut one of the midweekers out now that the long runs were pushing over the hour. Two 5km runs in the week and a long run on a Sunday.

Each fortnight saw a new PB in distance. 13km, 16km. All were endured and enjoyed to varying degrees. Some of the short runs were hellish in gale force conditions on the sea front at Seascale, Cumbria or in the pounding rain of Nafferton Carrs. I ran on the flat or on the hills of West Newcastle. Along the Tyne. 91km in January and now PBs were coming thick and fast. Best hour, best 10km, best 5km. And I was running without stopping. Not all the time - work wore me out with hills and walks. But I persevered and perspired. Two weeks out from the race and it was time for my final LONG long run. 19km (12 miles). I had come so far but the wind was whipping out of the west. I flew out to 10km breaking my PB by several minutes only to turn into a wall of wind. Run when I can, walk when I have to. I got to 15km in good shape and then I lost all my go. I wasnt bonking (low blood sugar) as I kept myself topped up with gels but I had just run out of steam. I gritted my teeth and slowly turned 4km to go into 3 and then 2. And 1. I crawled home but I had done it. Into a headwind I had managed to do 19km of running and at a reasonable pace.. I was going to start a half marathon.

The race my sister had chosen for my running debut was the Great North West Half Marathon. I signed up last summer and didnt dare look at it in any detail. Until after the 19km run.19km took me 2 hours and 26 minutes which giver me about a 2:40 time for a half marathon. This is very slow but I am currently in the run longer camp, not the run faster camp as there is the best part of 15 stone to drag round. The two pistons in my quads were doing me proud though and so I looked at the details of the race, race reviews and other paraphenalia. The race was to be a flat charge up and down the prom. Great for setting PBs apparently. Then I looked at the reviews and it appeared that should bad weather occur it can be hideous as was the 2015 edition. February in Blackpool - what can go wrong?

Nerves hit when I checked the weather midweek before the race. 50mph westerly gales and rain. All my worst nightmares in one quick check of the phone. My runs were still going well and I was now tapering for the race. We stayed in Manchester the night before the race and met up with my sister and brother-in-law who were half marathon virgins although both considerably fitter than me. Nervous energy abounded but pizza was taken with no beer or wine. The pain! A good nights sleep in the local Premier Inn was had, despite a stinking cough I had acquired and the presence of my two girls who were here to be super fans with my awesome wife. I woke at 4.30 and tossed and turned until 7 when I caved and got ready. We headed up the motorway to Blackpool as the wind strngthen and the sky darkened. I was concerned as rain could be problematic. I usually run in glasses but in rain they are no good and I switch to contact lenses. A mild bit of conjuntivitis was bothering me but I tried the lenses. They felt ok so I stuck with them. We walked the mile to the start and I registered just in time. By now I was bricking it. All the realisation of what was about to happen hit home as the neon horde gathered. No chips were issued which was weird but we got numbered up and took up position in the melee as my wife and children shouted support from above.


3-2-1 and we were underway. In the crowd the wind wasnt too bad and we ran south along the prom towards the pier. Turning back along the lower prom and I felt stiff but ok. I hadnt set my running app, Endomondo, up correctly so I didnt know how far I had gone. Soon we were back at the start and despite the wind I was feeling better. I reckoned I had done about a km. Starting back out from the start we went on another short loop and this was somewhat harder as the field thinned and slow runners ran amongst slow runners. The wind was now a blowing 35mph from the south west. But I was soon running north on the longest straight of the race. Past the start and onward, north along the lower prom, waves breaking over the top of the runners. I turned my phone in its holder upside down as I didnt want to flood it. I was covered in seawater but I felt really strong. And no wonder with a tailwind so strong. The wind turned to a straight southerly and strengthened. I must be at 5km I wondered and as I ran alongside a giant rabbit a miracle happened. I went past the 5 mile sign. This is insane I thought and I barrelled along as fast as my legs would take me. I was 30% further on than I thought. I was 1/3 of the way through the race. I hope I feel like this forever. And then I reached the turning point.

The race after the two short laps south of the start was made up of two longer laps to the north. I found myself at the turn and a wall of wind hit me. I had my gel that I was supposed to use at 7km and cracked on. I didnt get far as the wind stopped me in my tracks. I grinded away the 2.5 miles back to the start. Run a little, walk a little, never stopping. I felt awful by the time I got back to the start but the fastest were just starting to lap me. It looks like lots of folks chucked it in at this point but I pushed on knowing I had the relative ease of the fast wind assisted lower prom for a while. Another gel and 13km to 17km whizzed by. Not as comfortable this time but still in reasonable shape. At this point I realised that I was running with a lass with a purple coat and lime green beanie on. She would pass me and then vice versa. No competition - just it kept going like that so we started encouraging each other, aware of what was around the corner. We made it to 17km and then the final 2.5 miles/4km back was horrendous. It took ages but we pushed each other. Running when we could, walking when we had to again. 11 miles. 12 miles. I told her I would have to run in to the finish to show my kids and she laughed. The final mile was all running, into the wind, which by now had strengthen to 50mph in our faces and was laced with rain. I was weather beaten but I was sure as damn it going to do it. A small group of runners who were just behind us caught us at the last but we all ran in together. I managed to get Isabelle to join me on the way in and run through the line with her hand in mine which was an amazing feeling. I embraced the purple coated women and she hugged my wife before I did. Officially I crossed the line in 2 hours and 41 minutes but thats rubbish. It was just under 2:45 but I am convinced I could go sub 2:30 in decent conditions. I am still absolutely over the moon. A fat lad running a half marathon on just 14 weeks training. I did it. My sister managed to finish in 2:03 and my brother-in-law in 2:10 which is awesome by both of them. They came to find me when I was a couple of hundred yards away which was brilliant of them.


With the wind assisting I broke my 5km, hour, 10km and of course my half marathon personal bests (the latter because I didnt have one!). Im now very stiff and sore but I ran as hard as I could. I couldnt have done this without the support of my wife and kids who have been with me throughout and supported in horrible conditions yesterday and also morale boosting messages from Tristan Reid, Jonny Rankin and Rob Sheard amongst many others. And do you know what? I bloody loved it. Every salty, sweaty, windy moment. I might even do another.

Below are links to a few videos featuring the race.

Race Start

Chase the bunny - I was about 20 seconds behind the bunny suited one at this stage

Big Seas - some of the faster guys get soaked as we all did shortly after!

I dont normally put links by the daily express in my blog but the first picture here has us all out on the first short lap with the huge seas illustrated.

Express

And finally an excellent Youtube video which shows exactly how windy it was. 

Thursday, 18 February 2016

Getting Panned

A thread on low hanging fruit on the Pan-species Listing facebook page had me opening my eyes for a couple of lichens and a couple of fungoid plant pathogens which are pretty easy to see. All I had seen before or so I thought but I couldnt remember where or when. These are things that are everywhere but easy to ignore. First up was Bracken Map which is a fungoid plant pathogen which occurs on Bracken and is easily seen on dead stems due to its near ubiquity. Sadly my first patch of Bracken was one of the few where it is absent but soon I had seen many patches of it including in the photo below.


The other fungoid organism was a parasite of Rubus sp. and a quick look at the remaining leaves on a bramble (didnt look like typical Rubus fruticosus) saw some small circles with pale centres, Phragmidium violaceum.

The brace of lichens were both very straight forward and you will have seen them too. You know when it looks like there is chewing gum on the floor but its not a lichen. If it is circular then on every untrodden bit of path ever meet Lecanora muralis. And that greenish wash that appears on damp brickwork that never really resolves into anything. Thats Psilolechia lucida. Not the four most inspiring PSL ticks but like Pokemon, you have to catch them all. I quite like Bracken Map as well...

Saturday, 13 February 2016

Today was a Good Today

In the words of Ice Cube, today was a good day. It started with a glorious dawn over Druridge Bay and ended with the sepia tones of a Castle Howard sunset. In between were a plethora of good birds. Some finds, a trio of small twitches and a reanimation of my trusty Canon SX50 which after 6 months of being in stasis in now fully operational.

Widdrington Waxwing
The morning started on a small hill monitoring geese as they left their overnight roosts to forage in the fields. Amongst the calls of Pink-footed Geese in the dark was a more strident unk-unk. A Tundra Bean Goose (I only know the subspecies as it was hanging out with Greylags later). As the sun came up over the North Sea I saw over 500 Pink-feet milling about on the roost I was watching but this sight was soon usurped by owls. 

Pete and me run a little 'on survey' competition to keep us focused during those quieter bits of fieldwork and I hadn't seen any owls yet this year. This changed when a white ghostly shape quartered over wet grassland - Barn Owl. Delighted I started scanning an area of restock with young Sitka Spruce coming through. A further three Barn Owls were quartering over this and a Long-eared Owl. This was outstanding! The LEO soon evaporated as the light came up but two Short-eared Owls were patrolling over the long grass. An hour or so after dawn and all the owl activity had tailed off when a Marsh Harrier came barrelling through site and promptly flushed a fifth Barn Owl. Today was a good day.



After work I managed a driveby of the Widdrington Waxwing which was happily tucking into haws on its lonesome. I didnt spend too much time with it as I wanted to see the Warkworth redpolls. I arrived at the golf course just intime to see the redpoll flock fly off south to an alder they favoured. Two birders scurried off but a tog who had been there all morning suggested that I wait for them to come back as they give excellent views when there arent too many birders. I stayed put watching the Curlew in the stubble field adjacent to the game cover crop the redpolls had favoured. Soon a trio touched down on the hedge opposite. A Mealy Redpoll and two Lesser Redpoll. These went into the cover crop and were soon joined by a dozen or so other redpoll. After 20 minutes or so they flock flew out and alighted on the hedge and the first bird I got onto was monochrome with a giant, unstreaked white rump. The Arctic Redpoll preened in the open for a couple of minutes before fluffy up into the characteristic snowball posture. There was no mistaking this bird for the Mealies that were also present. Sadly the light and the fact that my camera had just gone flat meant for just a couple of dodgy phone grabs through the scope.


I tried briefly for the Greenland White-fronts at Woodhorn Flash but couldnt pick any out so headed home to East Yorkshire. Whilst having a coffee break on Teesside I noticed that an American Wigeon had been found at Castle Howard which was en route. Naturally I dropped in and after a bit of scanning it was in the scope. A lovely drake and attached was a paramore. I never did see the female it was paired with raise its wings but nothing suggested it was anything but a Eurasian Wigeon. As well as the Yank there were at least 25 Mandarins in what is obviously another site for this species. I have always found them tricky in the dales and at Hilla Green. They certainly werent present at the site when I started birding near there 12 years ago. Another surprise was a Marsh Tit calling away and giving superb views.


I had the pleasure of enjoying this super bird with Jonathan Pomroy who produced some excellent sketches of it. Check out his website and the sketches of the American Wigeon (which are in his twitter feed).

Finally as an aside I am part of the new Patchwork Challenge Podcast and episode one has just come out. Check it out:


Tuesday, 5 January 2016

#PWC2016

This year I have decided to enter three patches into Patchwork Challenge. Both Barmston and St Mary's Island are in and additionally I have added the village, Nafferton. I'm currently in training for a half marathon in late February so am spending increasing amounts of time trotting round the local countryside. After finding Willow Tit this way last year I wanted to give myself some incentive to get out. 

So far I have managed an amble around the village patch on the 1st, a serious wander around Barmston on the 2nd and a 13km run on the village patch on the 3rd. These have yielded some decent results and I am pleased with the start I have made. On the first I took the kids to see the sheep and horses and we didn't see anything special aside from a roost of 3 Little Egrets which were snoozing in a tree by Nafferton beck. There are a couple of Great White Egrets wintering in the drains locally so I'm hoping to stumble on these. Aside from these there was a Cormorant flying over fields and a few Herring Gulls. This and a trip up the village meant that I was on 26 species and 27 points. 

On the second I did a full loop of the Barmston side of the patch and this was really profitable with the first non-vismig Lesser Redpolls in with the mixed finch and bunting flock which also had 120 Linnets, 16+ Corn Buntings plus Reed Buntings and Yellowhammers. No scope meant little time was spent scrutinising the sea with only Wigeon, Red-throated Diver and Cormorants. The Fraisthorpe drain which is the northern patch boundary had a Kingfisher flying down it, my first sighting away from the Barmston drain. A few woodland and garden species were provided by the gardens and pine copse but nothing out of the ordinary. I hoped to add a few ducks on the drain but failed, instead a Long-eared Owl glided along the drain glaring at me. This was a huge surprise and the first record for Barmston as far as I am aware. Full fat patch tick! It roosted in a hawthorn and I left it in peace. The tide had dropped and I managed to add Turnstone, Redshank and Sanderling from the beach. I finished up with 45 species and 47 points.

Finally my mega long run which scared the bejesus out of me on Sunday night yielded calling Redwing and Tawny Owl despite hammering rain and intense pain. Happy days!

Thursday, 24 December 2015

A Week in the Costa Blanca

Last week I had the pleasure of visiting a relation in Spain for 7 days. Without my wife or my children... I had built up a bank of lieu time to take thanks to a busy summer of survey work and a trip to the relative warmth of Alicante seemed appealing. I jetted out from Leeds early on Saturday 21st November with a return ticket for just over £100 with Ryanair and the hire car plus super insurance was about £120 including a tank of petrol from Drivalia so all in all pretty cheap. Despite a few delays I arrived mid-afternoon and was soon setting off south towards La Siesta, Torrevieja which is adjacent to the La Mata Parc Natural (my away patch).

El Hondo at dusk looking west
The airport produced naught of interest with a single Kestrel hunting the rough grass adjacent to the runway and the local House Sparrows and Woodpigeons in evidence. Onward south and I decided the light would allow half an hour at Santa Pola Salinas - some extensive salt pans which hold huge aggregations of water birds. Driving in I saw my only Swallows of the trip amongst the clouds of Crag Martins. The weather had taken a turn for the worse over the 24 hours prior to my arrival and 26c became 16c with cloud and drizzle. This made my visit to Santa Pola somewhat briefer as the scope got a little soggy. The salinas were chocka block with Flamingos and Yellow-legged Gulls. Also in evidence were Slender-billed and Black-headed Gulls feeding en masse. There was an attendant Sandwich Tern which was making hay with the numerous fish fry. More standards were quickly added to the trip list with Little Egret and Black-winged Stilt stalking the lagoons. A brace of calling passerines quickly added themselves to the trip list as flyover Goldfinch and Meadow Pipit were noted. Scanning the Salinas in the drizzle I added Grey Heron, Green Sandpiper, Shelduck and Great Crested Grebe before retreating to the warmth of my Fiat Panda. The car for its underpowered gutless soul was immensely practical as it was small, roomy inside with a good sized boot which is essential in areas with an abundance of petty thieves ready to relieve you of the bag left on the back seat.

Making headway I noticed my first Cattle Egrets, White Wagtails and Collared Doves as I traversed the farmland between Guadamar and Quesada. Pulling into La Siesta the hweet of many Chiffchaffs and the ticking call of the myriad of Black Redstarts was immediately evident as were the local Feral Pigeons. With darkness drawing in quickly and a 2 1/2 gap in visiting I was keen to see Auntie Anne (neither called Anne nor my Aunt), the sprightly 84 year old who I was staying with. I soon introduced myself to the San Miguel that she had stocked up on and settled in to watch the latest edition of El Classico.

Waking early on Sunday 22nd eager to get out and make the most of my trip I noshed on a quickfire breakfast and headed to El Hondo but not before hearing the familiar rattle of the local Sardinian Warblers which are ever present in the area. El Hondo is simply the best nature reserve you have never heard of. It makes Minsmere look like a pygmy and is relatable to Donana and the Carmague. It is a giant wetland complex created by the draining of an immense inland lagoon for agriculture. Now it has two enormous reservoirs which are fringed by reedbeds and then surrounding this are pools and lagoons some very good farmland habitats outside the reserve. The whole area is served by a range of dykes, ditches and canals to control the water levels and there is a rubbish dump between the reserve and Elche. There is a central line of Eucalyptus trees which separate the reservoirs and to the north there are extensive date palm plantations. To the south are field networks which hold huge numbers of birds. My plan for the week was to a) search this area extensively, b) see a Great Spotted Eagle well and c) refind the Sociable Plover which has been in the locale since early November. This is all made harder by the lack of access to the main reserve where birders are only allowed in on Saturday morning (and I was flying home on the Friday). Fortunately there are plenty of points of interest from the boundaries, especially the South and West including the Vistabella Road with the Santa Agueda hides which are new and the official visitors centre at San Felipe Neri. The reserve holds hordes of birds and I hoped to catch up with a few.

So back to Sunday and I decided to start at the San Felipe Neri visitor centre which is known as El Raicon. Here the reintroduction of Red-knobbed Coot was commenced and I hoped to catch up with one although they are now less tied to this area after several years. Before I had parked new additions were leaping onto the list with Fan-tailed Warbler, Linnet and the ever present Stonechats quickly seen. The first of many Marsh Harriers, an immature female, quartered a bare field which held a torrent of finches. Inside the visitor centre I checked out the pool where the RK Coots were first released but to no avail although Coot, Moorhen and Water Rail were in evidence. Little Grebes whinnied from further away and the first Jackdaw was seen in a flock of Cattle Egrets. Booted Eagles winter in this semi-arid area and several were seen most days with all but two pale morphs. So obviously the first bird I clocked, soaring over the centre on thermals was a dark morph juvenile...


Moving out onto the boardwalk and small flocks of Glossy Ibis commuted between Hondo and the fields outside its boundaries. These guys were scarcities when I first visited 7 years ago but they have exploded in numbers in Southern Spain which reflects the numbers which arrive in autumn in the UK. Looking like Moorhens which have had too much growth hormone, Purple Swamphens were a common if unobtrusive presence on the margins of the reeds whilst the first wintering Robins and Reed Buntings were recorded around the edges of the reeds. A fence alongside a large area of salicornia threw up the first Iberian Grey Shrike of the trip. This distinctive form of Grey Shrike is now widely given species status separate to other Southern forms and is a common sight harassing passerines in winter from an exposed perch. Along the fence and a 1st winter male Bluethroat was sat out in the open momentarily. White-spotted Bluethroats are common in winter but a bugger to see sometimes and this was only my second. I was to see several more during the week and didnt once lose their appeal. A male Merlin scudded over the reeds proving terminal for the first Starling of the trip. Thankfully many thousands winter here alongside their Spotless relations which were soon picked out amongst the flocks.

The path to the hides yielded the only Little Bittern of the trip as a female shot across the path and hid in an isolated stand of 12 foot high reed never to be seen again. From the hides the first Cormorant, Pochard, Lapwing and Mallard were seen with the ever present Cetti's Warblers producing the backing track. This area of Spain holds the majority of Western Europe's wintering Black-necked Grebes and many were seen on the lagoons. Flocks of loafing Flamingo and Shelduck were seen but more interesting were the four flocks of c50 Stone Curlew which flew low over the reeds in tight formations. Not a behaviour I am familar with. The temperature remained in the low teens and the cool northerly breeze stiffened as I moved round the tracks. Blackbird, Buzzard, Kingfisher and Shoveler are all common in winter and were noted around the platform which proved chilly as the piercing cold weather from the UK which produced snow at home managed to upset El Hondo's equilibrium. A Red-crested Pochard was seen loafing with Mallards in a eutrophic pool and a couple of late Plain Tiger butterflies quietly traversed the salicornia. Moving round to the Vistabella Road looking for the Sociable Plover and there was little of note aside from the first Crested Larks of the trip and a Common Snipe which was flushed from a soggy field corner.

Getting peckish I decamped to Santa Pola for my lunch where I enjoyed my chorizo salad in the company of several hundred Flamingos and half a dozen Spoonbills. The Sandwich Tern was still present with the gulls and a range of waders were added including Avocet, Redshank, Dunlin, Ringed Plover and Black-tailed Godwit. The rest remained tantalizingly out of range. A roost of five Great White Egrets were the only birds noted on the trip although this has more to do with not looking for them than any scarcity. After lunch I went for a stroll at Clot de Galvany where little was notable but Thekla Lark, Wigeon, Teal and Chaffinch were firsts for the trip. Difficult viewing and high levels of disturbance meant I didnt return to this little reserve which can be very promising. Arriving back in La Siesta the calls of Serins were heard emanating from the trees fringing the La Mata reserve. After 24 hours I had recorded 70 species which wasnt a bad start but there were few exceptional sightings.

Day 2 started at La Mata where I went for a furtle round the pine plantations. This is a regular place for Mistle Thrush and Hoopoe in winter and both were duly bombing about along with several hundred thousand Black Redstarts (or so it seemed). A tit flock held plenty of Long-tailed Tits but not the hoped for Firecrest which is usually guarenteed here. The Iberian race of Red Squirrel is present here and comes in a couple of morphs: either black or blonde, both with a ginger tinge. These guys were shooting between trees and trying to keep clear of the park rangers who were brushing up pine needles (why I have no idea - must be a good way to waste time). This area of plantation is enclosed with chainlink fence and sat upon this were the first definite Spotted Starlings of the trip. There is usually a small flock here and it is the local breeding birds whereas down at El Hondo there will be thousands of migrants from all over Iberia associating with their common cousins from further north and east. Outside the fence there is several acres of allotment and amenity grassland and here were a couple of Skylarks. The allotments held hundreds of Serin and Meadow Pipit plus the ubiquitous Stonechats which are everywhere.

I headed to the wader screen after failing to find any Richard's Pipits. Again. Apparently there are 3-4 wintering in the area but I never connect. Useless! A yaffling call as I headed along the sandy track which leads to the screen revealed a flyover Iberian Green Woodpecker. In the lowlands this is the only species of woodpecker in this part of Spain and whilst never in great densities they are easy to see (and hear) all around La Mata. At the screen the usual horde of non-birding Germans and Scandinavians enjoying their morning walk were monopolising the blinds but I could see several hundred waders bobbing about. A little patience and the throng cleared revealing a mix of Little Stint, Dunlin, Sanderling and Ringed Plover plus a brace of Grey Plover, a single Kentish Plover and a lone Turnstone. Beyond them a flotilla of about 2,500 Black-necked Grebes floated around the middle of the lake which is the most important wintering ground for this species in Europe. A bakers dozen of Flamingos fed in the shallows whilst Cormorants lounged on the tern islands.

I ran out of enthusiasm for La Mata before too long and decided on an afternoon looking for the Sociable Plover at El Hondo. This was focused on the Vistabella road on the south of the site and working the agricultural fields between here and Dolores, a veritable maze of small roads of fertile fields making the task very difficult and one I would repeat on a number of occasions throughout the week. I managed to slip the fence that prevents viewing of the lagoons on the reserve and a bund provided views of Poniente. Here I saw amonst the horde of Pochard and Shoveler a handful of White-headed Ducks. The weather was chilly and aside from a few Marsh Harriers and clouds of Crag Martins there was little else to warm the blood. I started working the smaller fields and found a male Merlin dismantling a Crested Lark in a field. Merlins are surprisingly common here in winter and this stonking adult gave prolonged views in the middle of a field. Glossy Ibis shuttled about - I only saw a handful on the deck all week but they were a constant presence in the air. My first Magpie of the week shot out of a stand of reeds whilst a squealing Water Rail made its presence known. Kingfishers darted along drains with regularity. I was joined by a Norwegian who was also seeking the plover. We tracked the Lapwings leaving the reserve to a field by Dolores but extended watching merely turned up a trio of Golden Plover associating with them.

I gave up and headed to the north end of La Mata to the raptor tower for the Hen Harrier roost. Usually there are 4 or so birds which roost in winter which are replaced by a couple of pairs of Montagu's Harriers for the summer. Sadly this time nothing came into roost but I did get a much anticipated lifer as a band of four Monk Parakeets shot past. Erm, awesome?

The third full day was my trip to the steppes of Bonete and Higueruela, south-east of Albacete and about 100 miles from where I was staying, This was not my most successful trip to this region but it did turn up some very good birds. As I crossed the railway at Bonete I noticed four distant Great Bustards flying away from me at high speed including one adult male. I pressed on up the road to Higueruela to areas where I had seen bustards before and only added Calandra Lark on the extensive drilled fields. An area that held displaying Little Bustards in spring held some medium sized game birds in the long grass which resolved into male Little Bustards when they crossed a gap. Up to five different Marsh Harriers were seen and unlike El Hondo where all were cream crowns there were 4 adult males and a juvenile female. The males were combing the fields with a fine tooth comb in bitter temperatures as the thermometer dipped to freezing. As I turned at Higueruela a group of Sandgrouse belted over. There were about 25 in the flock and none showed black bellies which meant they were a rather underwhelming view of Pin-tailed Sandgrouse, my second lifer of the trip, as they flew directly away with almost golden plover like flight.


I moved on to Corral Rubio and beyond to Petrola with increasing disinterest as the temperature and paucity of avian delights whithering my desire. Between Bonete and Corral Rubio I found a group of 14 Great Bustards in a field close to where I had displaying birds previously. These showed beautifully in the chilly wind and were still present when I was leaving some 90 minutes later. The standing water around Corral Rubio held plenty of wildfowl and Lapwings but nothing new. As I arrived at Petrola I set up camp in a hide by the lagoon in a hide, scoffing my chorizo bocadillo. From here there was the odd sight of Flamingos with encroaching ice and a large group of ducks including Teal, Pintail and Mallards making it feel like a visit to Rutland in the dead of winter. With no further additions I headed to the relative warmth of the lowlands.



I was back at El Hondo around the fields off the Vistabella Road looking for the plover which I suspected had done a flit. Despite this I was enjoying time in the habitat (and the feeling of sun on my back rather than icicles in my nethers). A Cetti's gave brief views and I started moving around the farm tracks. A raptor sat in the same place as a Buzzard the previous day looked large and weirdly long-tailed. I was a little purplexed until it got up and I realised it was a subadult Bonelli's Eagle. All the Crag Martins went batshit and disappeared to the horizon but the eagle just lumbered off south towards La Marina. As it disappeared a heron landed on the road near to where I was stood. This confused me a bit as it was obviously 20% taller than another 30 yards up the road which I hadnt looked at. A quick glimpse through the bins and I realised the one I had been ignoring was a very late juvenile Purple Heron which was certainly not a species I had been expecting so late. I failed to find the Lapwings as I went towards Dolores but did connect with half a dozen Tree Sparrows which are winter migrants from further north.

Sub-adult Bonelli's Eagle
I finished at Santa Agueda platforms overlooking the south of El Hondo. There were a couple of hundred Flamingos and plenty of Marsh Harriers. Around the edges were rails, coots and Purple Gallinules. Amongst the flood of ducks were lots of White-headed Ducks and my first Spanish Tufted Ducks. Sat amongst the Pochard was a 1st winter drake and an adult drake. Scanning the edge of the lagoon I got a surprise when a preening Osprey I had overlooked had a flap before settling down. This is a species I expect to see in Spain at this time of year but one I resolutely failed to do so apart from this individual. 

The 25th was easily the best day of the trip where tremendous luck and some great birds came together to provide a spectacle which just cant be seen in Western Europe apart from at El Hondo. I started the day with a brief seawatch from La Mata beach adding a few decent birds to the trip list including a brace of Spanish ticks. I have never done any winter seawatching in Spain so didnt really know what to expect and half an hour of Gannets and Sandwich Terns was pretty much the limit of my ambitions. A few Grey Plover and Turnstones pootled about on the beach whilst a trio of Little Egrets headed south offshore. Suddenly I picked up a dark duck heading south close inshore. Picked up way to the north in excellent light I waited a while for it to resolve which it duly did, into an adult female Common Scoter. This was a superb Spanish tick as they are decidedly scarce in the region. Point blank views were enjoyed but back to staring out to the horizon. Suddenly one of the Yellow-legged Gulls following the trawlers way out bank vertically upward and it soon became apparent why as an adult pale morph Arctic Skua was scorching after it. A brief chase and one dropped fish and the skua sallied on like a giant bee-eater. Spanish tick of the day number two! I soon packed up as the heat haze meant identifying anything further than a couple of hundred meters offshore became a forlorn hope.

Over the years there have been some very odd sightings of Azure-winged Magpies in the Alicante region with a trio seen at Clot de Galvany and singles at El Hondo despite this being 150 miles to the east of the closest breeding birds. Well that was until a small colony was found breeding at Los Balcones recently which represents a massive range expansion from central Andalusia eastward. For those that are interested head out of Torrevieja towards Los Balcones past the hospital and take the second signed turn into the urbanization. Turn right and park before the derelict land between the urbanization and the lake. Almost immediately I had three AW Magpies on the edge of the garden but these were all restless and flighty so I pushed on to an enclosed derelict garden where at least six birds were in trees and foraging on the ground. The restless nature meant that they didnt relax until hidden deep in trees and it was only on the rare occasions that they were visibile in the trees that extended views were enjoyed. After half an hour I had got a few decent photos and added Greenfinch to the trip list before I pushed off to El Hondo.


After lunch I went to the Vistabella Road area again. I had accepted by now that the plover was not going to happen but I did want to catch up with a very special wintering bird for the region and I was hopeful that today would be that day. I have had one brief view of a Greater Spotted Eagle before but it was distant and brief. I found myself looking over Poniente at similar stuff to previously when the first non-Marsh Harrier shaped raptor I saw was BIG. A lumbering hulk with a short tail, a white cresent rump and some spotting on the wings. A sub-adult Spotted Eagle. The bird circled for a minute or two before crossing the lagoon and landing in the eucalyptus trees that run down the centre of El Hondo. This was superb views of an awesome raptor. I wandered round to the fields to see if I could find the Bonelli's Eagle again after this but drew a blank only for what looked like a giant Glossy Ibis to fly out of a ditch some 200m up the track. But the ibis had a white belly and straight bill - a vagrant Black Stork!!! Some 20 minutes after mind-blowing views of a Spotted Eagle I have turned up a Black Stork which neither breeds nor passes through the area in any number and should by late November be in sub-saharan Africa. The bird, an immature, dropped down some 400m away after a couple of minutes never to be seen again.

To try and get better views of the perched Spotted Eagle I moved round to Santa Agueda where an adult Bonelli's Eagle was soaring high above the reserve along with a trio of light morph Booted Eagles. The Spotted Eagle was sitting tight out of view and before too long it trundled off north-east giving decent views again. There wasnt much happening aside from a single Red-crested Pochard and the usual plethora of Black-necked Grebes and White-headed Ducks. Off to the visitor centre at San Felipe Neri and the hope of a decent raptor roost in mind the 'usual' light morph Booted Eagle was sat devouring a Moorhen just 30 yards from me. Cracking views were had as I managed to sneak even closer before it was pushed off by a gay couple out for a "discrete" liaison somewhere out in the reeds. Thankfully they soon disappeared when they realised that there was somebody else about. That would have made the roost awkward. Floating above the reeds there were double figure counts of Marsh Harriers but no Hen Harriers. I didnt manage to connect with Hen Harrier all trip in fact when they are usually a doddle in winter at La Mata and El Hondo. Ah well! The raptors dry up for a while and I try to dig out one of the Crested Coots from amongst the Commons on the re-introduction pool but no luck. I notice a sparrow digging around the base of a palm tree - bins on it and its a Wryneck. What an absolute bonus - they winter in tiny numbers so I am delighted to reel off some photos.



Back on the roost and the Glossy Ibis, Little and Cattle Egrets return from the surrounding fields and drains as the sun drops low in the sky. A sub-adult Bonelli's Eagle lifts off from the marsh, presumably the one from the previous day, and it heads off towards the territory in the surrounding mountains disappearing into the Sierra de Crevillent some 10 minutes later. Whenever I scanned through the scope 3 or 4 Booted Eagles would be circling high over the wetland. Almost straight away another big eagle came in from the west. This time its an adult Spotted Eagle. The eagle circled for over 15 minutes, sometimes close over Poniente and at other times miles away over Levante. At no point was there a transmitter pack or antennae visible so it must have been 'Not Tonn'. A distant Osprey commuted over the marsh and settled down. Just as the sun was dipping the Cetti's Warblers were shouting away, a female Bluethroat was on the visitor centre wall and a Spanish tick of Bearded Tits were pinging their way through the reeds. Time to head back to base.

Merry Christmas from Dolores
Knowing that Friday 27th November was dedicated to seeing old aquaintances and ensuring a return trip would be well received I decided to do some further cleaning up on Thursday and so started on the promenade at Torrevieja, There were hundreds of birds dotted on the horizon but few resolved into anything as the birds stuck to the fishing fleet. Gulls commuted between the fleet and the harbour. There was a loafing flock of several hundred Lesser Black-backed Gulls with dotted Yellow-legged Gulls, Auduoin's Gulls and my first Spanish Great Black-backed Gulls with 4 birds present amongst their cogeners. Offshore there were plenty of 'shearing' seabirds but only Gannets and Balearic Shearwaters were identifiable. I was hoping for Yelkouan and Cory's/Scopoli's Shears as well but distance made that an impossiblility.

A mid-morning return to the El Hondo visitor centre at San Felipe Neri wasnt much cop but the Wryneck continued to show well. There were still no Crested Coots but the Booted Eagle was still hanging about. A brace of Water Pipits were bimbling about the marsh and were an Alicante tick for me having only seen them up in the Sierra de Culebra a couple of years ago when Wolf watching. There were decent views of Green Sandpiper, Bluethroat, Iberian Grey Shrike and Fan-tailed Warbler but I got restless pretty quickly as no further new birds were added and I craved a wander around La Mata accessing from La Siesta in the hope of adding a few trip ticks.

Booted Eagle
After a hearty lunch of salcisson, chorizo and cheese I went for a wander as showers scudded past. These proved to be extremely heavy but during a brief period between them I ventured out. The low pine scrub can be quite fruitful at times and I saw a good few butterflies including Pale Clouded Yellow, Clouded Yellow and Red Admiral. A couple of mundane additions were duly added to the trip list with Great Tit and Song Thrush. I got to a meadow which in spring holds breeding Corn Bunting and Woodchat Shrike. This time it merely held an Iberian Grey Shrike and the inevitable Stonechat. This is the domain of Dartford Warblers and due to their parasitic nature with Stonechats, especially in winter, I kept a close eye on the male Stonechat. Soon a vinous coloured warbler was sat at the top of a stem and duly foraged in the Stonechats wake.

This was to be my final act of birding on this trip but I remain hungry for more and it looks likely that in the summer I will be returning for a fortnight in August. In total the trip list finished at 114 species.

Friday, 9 October 2015

A Little Walk

My final day of sick leave and I decided to try and walk a little further along the coast - not far and very slow but it seems I'm quite a bit better thankfully. I also tried to record some peak counts for common stuff on the patch. The place was jumping with Robins as I noted 49 south of the drain. I also managed a patch tick Lesser Redpoll or 20 as a bit of light vismig went on. Additional to this I added Grey Wagtail and Siskin to the patch yearlist. Nowt else really to add aside from a huge skein of Pink-footed Geese which passed south way offshore and looked to be in the order of 180 birds (the skeins dont generally get above 200 when migrating although the get much much bigger on wintering areas).

How birds and brains become mutually exclusive

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