Buntin’ huntin’

Another twitch today, to Surrey, where a Little Bunting, rare enough on its own, and a Rustic Bunting, a UK lifer, have been hanging around during the lockdown.  Unlike the usual birds that clear off on Thursday night, before I can get there at the weekend, they waited until lockdown was over and still hung around into the weekend.

Early seems to be the most reliable time, and indeed we waited a whole 5 minutes after getting onsite at about 0800.  Unfortunately the light was shocking, and as it improved, but never became good, the birds became more elusive.  Eventually we had to go (just before the sun came out and the birds behaved, apparently), but we got nice views of a couple of special birds, even if the photos are ropy.

The Burgh

Rather than a long walk, we drove to The Burgh today and did 8 miles around, in the hope of raptors. While we weren’t unsuccessful, with a Short-eared Owl, Buzzards, many Kites, Sparrowhawk, Kestrel and a Merlin that bustled past, everything was a bit too far away for photography. Instead Karen test drove the camera on her new phone…

Wild duck chase

The plan for the day was to have a look at the sea off Widewater in Lancing, walk down to Shoreham and go up the Adur to Bramber in search of the two Goosander that had been seen there yesterday.  It was going to be a decent walk, but they had been seen flying south, so if they were downriver then we could go home earlier.

Calling in at Brooklands park early on we accidentally ended up counting finches, as there was a major passage of Goldfinch, with smaller numbers of Redpoll, Siskin and Chaffinch.  This took a couple of hours, as we ended up with 3438 going over in numerous flocks of 10-100.  It was a bit frenetic at times, but at least we were able to count without angry Republicans threatening us.  As well as the finches we had a late Swallow and a very late Common Whitethroat.  The sea was dead, other than a few Brent Geese and a single Red-throated Diver east.

At Shoreham we were entertained by a Kingfisher (a second bird was more distant) and waders including a Knot and four Grey Plovers, needed by Karen for her  on-foot list.  On we went up the river, but it was duckless.  Bramber was reached and passed without success and eventually Karen decided to stop, while I carried on round one more corner.  Nothing.  Returning to Karen I found three Goosander: I had walked past them on the way upriver – perhaps they were tucked in under the bank, or maybe I’m just blind.  They gave excellent views until some paddle boarders flushed them.  Species 182 on the year’s on-foot list and beating last year’s total.  On the way back two Kingfishers had a running battle alongside us, before we eventually left the river and headed over the Downs to home.  A long and slow, but rewarding, 20 miles.

I didn’t take the heavy SLR, so these are taken in bad light with compact cameras.

Lockdown = Dartford

It’s been a while since my SLR has been out and rather longer since I downloaded some photos from it.  Today was a glorious day, so a walk up to Cissbury Ring was a chance to take some pictures.  It’s been a good autumn for Dartford Warblers on the coast, and the Ring had at least one, which actually cooperated.  Ironically, Dartford Warbler was the first decent bird we had in the first lockdown, too.  A flyby Hen Harrier was a nice treat too.   There are a few pictures from the last couple of weeks too.

Turned out nice again

The plan for Karen’s birthday was to have a couple of nights in a shepherd’s hut in the New Forest and have a good long walk with a pub lunch in the middle. That’s exactly what we did. Unfortunately Storm Barbara wasn’t part of the plan, which meant that the first six miles of the walk were done in grey conditions and a fairly heavy rain. The remaining twelve miles were in absolutely torrential rain, with the tracks running like rivers. When, late on, we came to a wide and fairly deep stream, without the advertised footbridge it wasn’t really a hardship to wade across: it didn’t make us wetter, but it did clean some of the mud off.

Needless to say, the wildlife and photographic opportunities were somewhat limited.

It was much worse than this looks!

Hard yards and smart birds

Walking has been a bit patchy of late, with less light and worse weather limiting opportunities.  A couple of good days this weekend meant we could get out.  On Friday evening we had a walk to our favourite  restaurant, and 4.5 miles back in the dark after a superb meal (and perhaps some drink).  On Saturday I decided I would walk to Burton Mill Pond in the hope of seeing the Purple Heron.  We’d missed it on Friday afternoon, and it’s at the end of my range (particularly in my current state of fitness) so I was expecting, and half-hoping, to fail again and drive back home with Karen.  After a bit of a wait, it showed itself briefly, meaning I was going to have to walk back.  A short look around the woods failed to find the Yellow-browed Warbler, but did give views of Crossbill and Redpoll.  About five hours later,  I finally dragged myself in, having walked 37 miles.

Today I was rather creaky and so we weren’t going to do too much, but I was dragged out of bed by a report of a Radde’s Warbler at Seaford.  That’s a world lifer for me, and a bird I’ve been after for years, so we were out pretty quick.  It took a while, but eventually we got nice views of this skulker, and then we went over to Beachy head for the much more cooperative Lapland Bunting that was incredibly confiding.

Up North

We’re up in Harrogate at the moment, helping clear the house ahead of a move. In our spare time we have managed a couple of trips over to Flamborough, with mixed results, some nice migrants on Monday, and a bit of a poor day today, rescued by a fantastic Hoopoe that was cleaning the gutters in a housing estate in Collingham.


Bird migration is easing off a bit, but a bit of warm weather and low winds has made it worth putting the moth trap out.  The catch hasn’t been spectacular, but 36 Boxworm on 13th is quite a lot and Plumed Fan-foot is new for the house list, as is Golden Twin-spot, a stunning moth.

More twitching

A return to Thorney Island today, for the Pallid Harrier that has been hanging around for a while.  Of course we arrived just after it had left, so we had a lengthy wait, but eventually it returned and showed nicely if distantly.  This picture doesn’t do it justice, it’s a beautifully marked bird.


The local birding seems to have fallen into a Groundhog Day of Spotted Flycatchers, Wheatears, Whinchats and Redstarts, along with my customary failure to see the Tree Pipits and Crossbills that other local birders see regularly.  This week we actually got into the car to go birding, after work on Wednesday to find some Dotterels at Ditchling Beacon, poor pictures in dreadful light, alas, and on Saturday over to Pagham Harbour, to see a Red-backed Shrike and on to Thorney Island to catch up with Osprey.  Today returned to type on Cissbury Ring, with the only variation  being a lack of Whinchat and our first Sedge Warbler of the autumn.