12 November, 2018

Missed A Bit


I know I've missed out a bit of Patch stuff from recent times, but I'd also forgotten that I'd forgotten that I've been out as well.
You see, after getting various bits of Stuff done, I decided I could allow myself to go look at the long-staying Pec Sand at South Huish. Yes, I've forgotten for a while..
"Only a yeartick", they chorus, but I've only seen one and that was by accident, so perhaps after a lot of dips [when chasing Devon yearlists, most notably] this one would be as good for me as it had for everyone else.

I toddled over straight after work, with sun shining and so on.


You can see it coming, can't you..?


At least it had actually gone, and not just hid from me for the more than three hours I spent checking from every angle I could find, then started showing again next day...

I wasn't entirely surprised.


The Snipe were showing well

Lots on site - the most I had in view at once was 17 - and this one came close, lit up all pretty like in the low sunshine.

Awful shot!

Water Pipit less obliging. You can sort of see the brown rump of 'not being a pale Rockit'. Many many Meadow and Rock Pipits, plus assorted alba Wagtails.

"Try mobbing me now, Crows. Please...."

Buzzard shows them how it's done.

A scenic dip.

I wanted to stop by Slapton on the way home, but delays involving a bus and a crane [if you've travelled the road between Kingsbridge and Torcross, you'll be wincing in sympathy...], meant it was a bit dark by the time I finally got there. Defying said dark, I had a look to see if any diving ducks were identifiable [you may recall that I've spent some time this year looking at RNDs in particular].

What do you think?

Even 'better' awful shot!
In front of a line of Coot, we have a duck with a grey back and a distinctive silhouette - yes, it's a male Scaup. No, really. Look also at the head shape, the way it sits low in the water [no prominent tail].
[It did look much better through the scope, honest!]

It's not really a record shot, more of an 'oh come on...' shot, isn't it?

Ah well.

The Starlings put on a brief display, but I managed to completely miss the Bittern somebody else had from the bridge. All I can say is Drat.

Here's some pretty reed heads, taken as my camera refused to shoot Starlings.

Almost art.


Closer to, in both time and space, I have today done my first check of the Blackball roost of the winter. Despite it having been blowing a hoolie for some days now, I found not a single diver or grebe there, though ~400 small [mostly Kittiwake] and 1450+ large [90%+ Herrings, of course] gulls were present in a string of rafts by 1650.

Posting about the Patch will be coming, including what I did find earlier and even the odd picture of things you can identify.


What do you mean, you don't believe me??!?!?

Woodpigeons!

Hah!

:D


Be Seeing You...



07 November, 2018

A Post Of Surprise, Joy, And Utter Frustration


Going over to Nights, I would not normally be up well before dawn on a Sunday. I try to lie in [it's torture, really], shift my sleep pattern slowly.

But ex-Hurricane Oscar was coming, and there was the whiff of auks in the air. Teeny little ones. The combination of a tropical system and all the rough weather up North [which disrupts the movements of Arctic species heading to winter the North Atlantic and can send them round 'our' side of the BI] meant there were genuine prospects.

Also, I am trying to chase a Patch Year List, after all [and sometimes succeeding].


So, having not been down on Saturday due to reckoning it probably wouldn't be up to much [har de har] and so getting on with Things, I was there oh yes; early and even bright on Sunday.

It was blowing a nice stiff SSW and rather warm [14° in November?] wind when I arrived, though eventually the wind kicked to more SSE and the rain picked up, really it was a case of constant precipitation of some sort. Sideways drizzle with a few thicker bands, just the kind of conditions to play havoc with my finicky-verging-on-possessed autofocus. As we shall once again see, or rather not see.


BUGGER.

Ahem.

Yes, I'm still quite annoyed.


But it was a day and indeed a watch of - like the title says - surprise, joy, and frustration.

Where to begin? The inevitable shot of the Stones, I suppose.

Early on; some wind, some gunk..
Looks good, doesn't it?

Things started rapidly, with lots of Kittiwakes. I do mean a lot, think 208 in the first ten minutes!
The Gannets were moving too, with auks - overwhelmingly Razorbills - also. Dotted here and there were other bits and pieces, so you had to pay attention. Yup, fun times :) This carried on, with diminishing passage, until the afternoon when the rain intensity went up and the birds almost completely stopped.

Numbers or pictures first?

:)

Itsa Gannet
[fuzzy due to drizzle]

Hitting Kittiwake flocks is hard

A Guillemot!
Outnumbered by about 30:1

Yup, my usual exemplary standards. Oh, wait, you need something reallllllly awful;

Dark but not black,
wing flashes,
big belly:
Itsa Bonxie!

I tracked that thing right past, it came in so close that I thought it might even come inside the Lead Stone to vex the inshore gulls! So, yes, the camera was out and... This is the only shot my camera would even vaguely focus for. Which is one better than any of the six divers which trolled by; all passed inside the Ore Stone, not one picture. Aaargh.   :(


Instead, I shall show you the one good bird I got any kind of usable photo of. I picked it up through bins while it was chasing a poor innocent Kittiwake. As it was quite close I suffered another attack of optimism and tried a photo or six. My camera gave me this. I was not expecting what I saw, which serves me right for going for camera before scope. [Though if I had looked at it properly first, the chances of any picture at all would shrink to nigh zero, so... ::shrugs::]

Wait a minute...

You see a chesty dark morph skua with a long hand going after a Kittiwake at this time of year and you reasonably expect it's probably a Pom*. Oops.


Right. Numbers.

As I said, it started quite busy, and my clickers for Kitts, Gannets, and auks were busy.
Hourly totals!
K: 466/253/161/119/34/25 = 1038
G: 433/188/64/33/13/3 = 734
A: 149/34/14/44/10/4 = 255

You can really see the tailing-off there. Interestingly, while main passage died away, the 'good' birds were regularly studded throughout, with the last diver coming by after I'd packed away the scope to leave [juv. RTD, into the Bay, if you're interested]

But the headline; Yep, more than a thousand Kittiwakes. Not seen that many in a while. I only saw 8 Guillemots in all those Razorbills, but smaller auks were to be found through persistence; Puffin [1231], Little Auk [1132, + prob. at 0828], and another surprise - w/pl Tystie! This came in with a Razorbill and dropped on to the sea North of the Ore Stone at 1136 [and so will have spent maybe 45 mins sitting about before sneaking off southwards].

That Bonxie up there was followed by an actual Pom 50-odd minutes later [a dark morph, so perhaps my screw up with the photo-skua was slightly more understandable; Poms on the mind].

Divers;  3 RTD [ad., 2 juv., all into Bay], 1 BTD [S], 1 GND [straight towards the end of Berry Head], 1 large diver sp. {camera failure = no record} [into Bay at 0935]

Assorted 'Others';  5 C Scoter, a Tufty [Patch yeartick!], 2 db Brent Geese [ditto], and 3 Knot [ditto again!].

Gulls;  26 Common, 23 BHG, 3 Med, 7 LBB.

Gulls, I say?

Heh heh

BHG

Common Gull

Geeb

Uuuurgh

Yuck

"Anything some poncy egret can do..."

Swell picked up a bit.

There was the odd bout of vehement swearing at my camera, quite a bit of peering through the gunk with bins, when visibility was too low to scan with the scope, a whole lot of clicking Kittiwakes [and wondering how many got past me when I could use the scope], and almost the whole time beasting out the weather, as the rain/wind mix meant the Big Bad Brolly was more hassle than use.


Proper seawatching.
:)




Be Seeing You...



[[*To expand and slightly translate; Pom, aka Pomarine Skua, has a longer, more pointed-seeming outer wing (the hand) than Arctic Skua - the default small skua in these parts - and is less agile. An Arctic Skua would be right behind a Kittiwake, seemingly attached to its tail thanks to fabulous skill and reflexes, wearing its victim down, while a Pom would use more brute force; charging in and going for the bird in a 'cough up or I'll eat you as well' manner.
Pomarine is markedly larger-looking than a Kittiwake, and Arctic, seen against a pale background, though the same size as a Kittiwake, would still appear slightly larger, due to the optical illusion of light bird vs dark bird.
So, the skua here, seen chasing a Kittiwake and clearly looking markedly smaller than it, is not Pomarine. "So it's Arctic", right? But.. While you could say that it's a small Arctic - and size variation does occur - there are a couple of other things you can see.
The fact its hand shows white (feather) shaft streaks on the outermost two primaries only and its overall colour seems a quite cold-looking dark grey, with a contrast between upperwing coverts and flight feathers, are indications it is the 'other' small skua, a Long-tailed.
"Come on, LTS is a scarce bird, especially in November" is a very valid point, but look how dinky it is, and remember my first impression was Pom - the two are quite similar in structure as juveniles.
So... At the end of this very long addition, all you can do is look at what you can see and apply prejudice  make your own mind up  call it 'Small skua sp.'! ;) ]]

[[Final note for larophiles; You should of course know this ;) , but just in case..
'Uuurgh' and 'Yuck' are of course Herring Gulls, but doing impressions of others: 2w American and 2w Caspian, respectively. Of especially topical note, compare 'Yuck' with the 2w Caspo that's been photo'd on the Exe this week by the mighty MK {google exmouth birding}]]

05 November, 2018

Information Post


Public Service Announcement.

The management would like to once again apologise for the delays in this blog.

These are not entirely due to the author's laziness, or as he would put it 'Putting watching birds ahead of writing about them', but also stem from a vague sense of responsibility to actually making his work legible [in theory if not fact] and a need to get important real world things done first.

Attempts are once again being made to speed things up; it is hoped that a post concerning the weekend's events - currently in the latter stages of construction - will be posted within two days, which is a marked improvement and a clear sign that progress is being made.

To thank you for your patience, here is an interlude concerning a certain Little Black Dog, oft mentioned on this blog;

Fishing.
 
Here we see Tilly, the Little Black Dog of Infamy, in the Glazebrook. She is fishing for stones. Really. When chucked sticks are not forthcoming, she will look for stones on the bed of any watercourse, roll them backwards for a bit with her paws, then pick them up. She doesn't try to chew them, doesn't expect them to be thrown for her, she just deposits them on the bank. In a row.

No, we don't know, either.

When I say that the LBD is mad, I'm not kidding....


And on that imponderable, I shall


Be Seeing You...


Follow That River


'Scuse the delay, folks. If you would care to pretend this was posted a week ago??



Never mind the weather, it was time to go for an amble up on t'Moor!

We were admittedly going to take a stroll down a pretty little valley, but to get there we needed to cross a small bit of scenery. This will once again be a post mostly made of photos, not least due to there not being a huge amount of birdlife to be found on a wind-blasted Moor...
Ok, there actually was quite a bit of bird life about, but not willing to be photo'd, in the main. We'll get to that.

So, an actual start point picture;

Harford Moor Gate
[nice scenery, and a photobomber]

Hobajohn's Cross

Ugborough Beacon

You can't see the wind, but it's there.

Having got over the ridge, we found a spot out of the wind and the livestock [necessary if you want to hear yourself think, with LBDs around..], and while flyover Fieldfare and Redwing were heard only [possibly being blown past at speed], affairs were then interrupted by unsubtle Woodpigs!

Low and fast, 'more than a hundred'
was the best I could do

The West Glazebrook

Reportedly very pretty. We wandered down it.




Reports deemed accurate

Glazemeet

Glazebrook,
showing three [possibly four]
 increasingly impressive bankfull levels



Definitely very pretty

Back via a different cross

Time for some wildlife.

Hoof Fungus plus..

Ganoderma pfeifferi
[I think]
and..

Porcelain Fungus

All on one very dead tree.

Speaking of death;

Remains of 1cy Golden Plover
[aged by flight feathers and underparts]

Exactly which raptor [individually plucked feathers rules out say a Fox] got a plover for breakfast will have to remain speculation.
Let's have an actual live bird to finish with;

Raven

There were Buzzards up, but nowhere near close enough to try a photo. Likewise, plenty of woodland spp. down with the actual trees, but seeing let alone photographing was.. difficult. I wasn't shocked.


It was a nice walk, at least the quiet bits were.


Be Seeing You...


30 October, 2018

Patch Melange


All manner of gubbins from about the Patch, with a variety of photos of the less-sexy bits [as usual service has resumed re: me and anything vaguely approaching interesting]

Scarychurch steeple

Taken after being stopped by an odd-calling phyllosc that turned out to be the inevitable Chiffchaff...

Variety at Tessier

Colour vision test tree

Up close

The rare Technicolour Tree

"Got the pose, where's the snow?"

Still loads of Ladybirds

..And other insects

Right, time to look up.

Winter Is Coming

That breaking wave of cloud being the leading edge of the Arctic air mass coming down last week.

Red Cloud

Yellow sky in the morning..
..time to go birding! :)

That sky is in focus

The sky is burning

Oh me

Oh my

Quite something, that.


As for actual proper written news: Well, I was again surprised yesterday morning on my way to work as I once more had to evade a Hedgehog in the road! Different road, but come on. These are the first two live Hedgehogs I've seen in this country [I did some checking; the only other one was on a long-past hollyday in France. So there you go.], on consecutive Mondays...

Elsewhere and elsewise, I've heard rather than seen Redwings and Fieldfares for the most part, and today another bit of audiomig as at least two Brambling seemed to be circling right overhead [could I get eyes on them? Could I f] - so again after a long wait, it's like buses, isn't it?

No showy striped ones yet, but the odd vocalisation to tease me. One day I will get photos again. One day.


Coming up, a post about a little trip out into the Icy Blast with the Folks which your ears will be relieved to learn does not come in Audio [There were sheep. Lots of sheep. Oh dear], though will come with some quite scenic pictures.


Be Seeing You...