Notice.

Apologies to those expecting my very overdue fuller update, but I am taking a break from social media.

 

Expect me when you see me.

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Only Very Slightly Late Update Of Stuff And Things

Once upon a time there was a blog about what I got up to.

 

I'm trying to recall it - back in the misty depths of, er, last month ::Cough:: - and looking back, I can see my last proper post - not counting the SWIFTS! update - was about the Night Heron...

 

 

Which was a fun thing, oh yes [once it came out], but a bit of a while back.

 

So, I'm going to have to get to looking through my notes and so on.

 

It's not the same as writing close to, when all the stuff you think about at the time 'Oh, that'll be good for the blog' is still in recoverable memory, but I have only so much useful time and it seems that the picture socials kind of get first priority. Even this post is about to be cut off - as I type - to stick some pictures up on BlueSky..

 

RIGHT HERE.

 

Ok, where was I?

 

Getting cut off again, of course... 😞

 

 

So what to do? Probably yet another quick overview to catch up and try once again to keep this updated more regularly.

A very brief summary would be;

 

I hit the Nose a lot. Some seawatching was overtaken as the weather shifted by looking for migrants with some even seen. I also spent a fair while in assorted Moor-edge vallies, looking for Summer species with some success, it must be said. Birding near estuaries after wandering waders a couple of times and finally getting up on t'Moor for a good yomp only to see it set on fire by some irresponsible wotsit...

😒

 

Then heading way out East after butterflies with a full-on Lifer and finally getting photos of things, too...  ::faints::

Now that is a short summary.

 

 

 

I intend to post something more detailed and it might even happen, but better this than nothing, right?

Right?

Hello?

Note to self: Really must do better.

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Swifts!

I heard one scream briefly yesterday lunchtime, but no evening - or indeed any - sighting. Today was different, with the Teacher reporting four in the area mid-afternoon and [after getting back from t'Moor] finally getting one plus* myself at 2050.!

Woo!

 

So Summer is Officially here.

 

 

 

 

I have more news, and you will get to read all about it here - no, really - just not quite yet...

 

 

 

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[Trust me]

[[* Only one seen/heard at a time. Two brief glimpses, one bout of faint screaming, one sustained view. They were high up!]]

Continued Word Issues, Though Look Over There

Limited amounts of mojo and the blog is - as usual - suffering for it.

 

Sorry.

 

However, my photo uploading, most notably on the Butterfly Place, has been more or less consistent [if a bit late at times] and I am I think pretty much up to date.

 

So while you won't be getting much in the way of an account of what was going on, at least you can see some occasionally pretty pictures of what i was looking at!

 

Well, the stuff that stayed put long enough when my camera felt like working, that is...

 

 

Ahem.

 

 

Goto Backward Birder  and see.

 

[[I'm also on twerpter, but you have to be signed up to see anything. Same handle, so not hard to find, and sometimes different pictures.!]]

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Er, Yes...

Suffering a slight lack of the muse.

 

 

 

Aren't Dippers brilliant, though?

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Waiting For The BeeGees [It Makes Sense In Context?]

Weekend started with a wander seeking previously-missed migrants, and I found three of them.

 

 

Also a couple of passing Swallows and my first Sedge Warbler of the year.

 

 

Yes, I am being obscure for a reason.

Much more fun on Sunday, when I decided to get three days' worth of trips done in one.

 

As we had three days' worth of weather, I think it was reasonable.

I started off on a hillside on the edge of Dartmoor - which I am not naming - where in sunshine I was led round and round by a handful of Pearl-bordered Fritillaries. I got a few nice pictures, but the sort of lovely underwing photo you see on the feeds of better 'togs eluded me. 

First Whitethroat of the year and a Tree Pipit made themselves known, and Speckled Wood and Dark-edged Bee-fly - along with a hoverfly I will ID at some point - also joined the 'let's wind the human up' party.

I didn't stay long as I had a trip to Emsworthy planned and wanted to get parked within a mile of the place if at all possible...

[Sunny Sunday?!? Ho ho ho]

This became complicated close to, as I ran into the back of a charity tractor run. 18 of them.

More power to their driveshafts and so on, but things were slightly delayed.

 

And yet somehow I was pulling into the main car park quite easily..?!?

[Suspect I'd got the Teacher's spot, having just missed him]

 

And then the Sun went away and the rain said "Hiya humans!"

But there were Redstarts. LOTS of Redstarts.

 

And two Cuckoos. Heard but not seen, though.

 

I set up an ambush and waited.

 

 

 

And waited and waited.

[Two hours enough?]

 

 

 

Bugger.

 

I went a'looking.

 

Eventually, a Cuckoo flew past me. Camera said "ha ha"

 

Cuckoo flew over me. Camera said "ha ha"

 

I said various Ancient Devonian Swear-words {which I will not translate} and the usual Curses upon the programmer of the autofocus.

 

The Cuckoo landed in a Hawthorn. In sight.

Back to me.

 

 

I used that tried and tested tactic, the Spiral Dance.

[[You go across not towards the bird - moving towards anything will spook it, so don't - and gradually get closer in a great big spiral. Simple.]]

It worked. I was shocked, I can tell you.

Then the Wheatear appeared and I even got a photo.

Time for venue three.

 

There have been not one but two vagrant herons knocking about Slapton Ley in recent days. Purple and Blue-crowned Night [yes, BLUE-crowned. That thing is royal blue, not black.]. Ok, both rather hard to see species, but hey, what's a few hours standing about in the cold wind between mad birders, right?

 

 

Though I did not spend all the time until dusk standing in the wind on Slapton Bridge. I had a seawatch [What?? SW wind blowing. Worth a shot] and saw a handful of Gannets and Guillemots offshore, with three Red-throated Divers on the sea. [I even hit one. Just.]

The Purple Heron, it turns out, did a bunk on Friday [photo from Saturday clearly a Grey flying away...], but the Night Heron was showing, though only after dark.

[[Who's playing that guitar?]]

Well, dusk anyway.

A few other herons flew over, including ten Cattle Egret and a Great White Egret. [Older birders mused on how times and bird-rareness change]

 

Mr Two Hoopoes [yep, that's your name now] picked up a metre-long Pike, and my camera did too, shocking all involved. [[See 🐛 ;This is BlueSky, as the Scum-suckin' evil ones gaggle won't put a butterfly emoji on here for some strange reason..??😏 ]] 

Eight o'clock came and went, and the handful of deranged mad crazy er, dedicated birders thinned a touch, but eventually, at 2020, it was suddenly there.

 

Well, sort of. As I had suspected, it was on the overhung Willows on the Graveyard Pool and very hard to see.

 

As anyone who's looked at my pictures can attest.

 

[[Yes, it IS in all of them]]

After sitting as a cute little ball of feathers for a bit, it flew to the channel south of the bridge and showed quite wonderfully.

 

Other people got better photos, go look for them if you want to actually see some of it.

It was a very happy - even though I had to get up at aaaaaarrrrggggh o'clock the next morning - Backward Birder who went his way home singing a slightly edited Sunday Night Heron. [Yes, this is where the BeeGees come in, probably calling their solicitors right now...]

I advise you to not think too hard about what the lyrics might be, if you at all value your sanity...

Mistle Thrushes still hanging around at work [closed site, sorry], and my first moths for the year are waiting to be unleashed upon the unwary.. Heh heh

What will the proper-length* weekend bring?

Beeeeeeeee-eeeeeater?

 

{I can dream}

 

 

 

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[[*You know I'm right]]

Twice Upon A Time...

You see what I did there?

Ahem.

 

Anyways, so to continue this ketchup, we get to the main event [well, the one I've been requested to please get a hurry up and blog about]

 

 

I like shrikes.

[I'm way too young to know how I feel about Ike, btw]

But they are verrrry thin on [or usually above] the ground in Glorious Devon in recent years.

Last year I spent a lot of time up on t'Moor, at various past locations, looking in vain for a lovely [unless you're a Coal Tit] Great Grey Shrike.

 

So when one popped up at Bellever, I was there as soon as possible.

 

Ok, it was a bit overcast and a lot windy, but the sun was forecast to come out, and the wind was the same as it had been showing in.

And to be honest, even if it was raining sideways, I'd have still been tempted.

 

Did I mention I like shrikes and it'd been a while?

Things got off to a good start when I arrived at the car park to the south of the site to find Murphys [2] having just arrived themselves.

 

Things got even better when we'd hardly got any distance on our way; a bird got up from a section of stone wall ahead.

Hmm, that's a raptor, not a shrike, not a Kestrel, oh itsa Merlin!!!!

 

A female, and she hared off - as they usually do - far too quick for me to even get to my camera.

Very good omen, though.

😄

 

 

Skylarks sang and it tried to be sunny, as we traced the wall line up to the plantation edge, then followed the edge [on the inside, folks, no bird-disturbing here] for not that far down onto the lee side of the ridge before

"There it is!" 

Great Grey Shrike, sat on top of one of the scattered self-seeded conifers [see? they have uses]. We then watched the bird sit, scan, and pounce on various small and unlucky things, relocating frequently as they do.

It even gave us a hover; they do it like Kingfishers do, if you've ever seen one.

 

Other birders arrived after positive news was put out [lightweights 😛] and despite it trying to rain on us, we even got a few other birds [Crossbill, Siskin, and so on].

 

 

How the day would have carried on is a matter of debate, as news broke of a flock - yes a flock - of Blue-headed Wagtails at South Huish Marsh.

 

Despite not having had lunch yet, it was decided that some things cannot be allowed to pass.

 

 

It was not, I must stress [officer] wacky races; I was very good. It was just a little tense when I got stuck behind a whole convoy of verrrry slow assorted lorries and wound up getting there 20 mins after Team Murphy [all I did was stop for go-go juice on account of being on fumes...]

 

But despite an even stronger wind, there were [eventually] EIGHT of the brightly-coloured little darlings there. And a Water Pipit. And a flock of ten Cattle Egrets flew in. And a Water Rail was tarting about in the open. And my first Swallows and Sand Martin of the year were flying about. 

It was all rather good.

Next day I went looking for Little Ringed Plovers and hoping for an Osprey. I got neither, though I did see a Barnacle Goose which was definitely wild, and some nice butterflies.

Cut to Mothers' Day, where the Traditional Nicpic was held at Laughter Tor in blazing sunshine and Skylarks. A Common Lizard! turned up right next to us, but the shrike didn't fly over. A pity as I would have shamelessly bribed it with rations if it had. 

[[What? Like any of you would do differently]]

We then reach Wheatears at Last, and after that, finding a quite ridiculous 32 Sandpipers Purple on the Real Living Coast [and I photo'd Every. Single. One. to prove it, too] the day after dropping a kite overflying Town. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose.

My first Willow Warblers, Redstarts, Tree Pipit and Pied Flycatcher of the year all came on last Sunday during a two-site 'I'm going birding and dam the grockles' kind of thing. [And oh, but there were hordes...]

 

 

And then we come to Monday, when on getting home from work I turn on my phone to a message from The Teacher;

 

'Corn Bunting at Hope's Nose quarry ri-'

 

 

 

 

     there was more but I was already out the door.

 

 

 

 

A call to said finder on getting to the Entrance Bushes resulted in being told 'It's just flown off strongly south' 😱 

After swearing very little and quite quietly, really, and heading down the South Side, I managed to refind it sat on top of the Wryneck Bush. Bunting re-relocates back to where it was, where I join the small but happy twitch watching this streaky little browny grey-ish bird flying about and not sitting close for good pictures, but we didn't care.

 

 

First one for the site since 1994, said MB.

Patch Mega, says I.

 

 

Since then, on consecutive days we have had a very showy Hoopoe at Berry Head, a Night Heron at Slapton [again!], and now a Purple Heron there, too.

 

 

What's tomorrow?!?

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