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Our first day in Antarctica was Point Wild on Elephant Island.  This is where Shackleton’s expedition got to after the Endurance was crushed by the ice, and where Shackleton left them to sail to South Georgia for help.  After multiple attempts they were rescued in August 1916, with only four days’ supplies left.

To say the place looked ominous was an understatement, but we were able to do a zodiac cruise (the first the team had managed for three years) around the point.   (There are no landings now after some fatalities a couple of years ago – we didn’t feel we’d missed out.)  The place, the history and the wildlife were superb, with a Leopard Seal starring.  The place was dramatic in midsummer – the Shackleton expedition survived for over four months in winter.

Heading further south we passed Bridgeman Island, which was birdless, but an iceberg next to it had Adelie Penguins on it, which was a bird we were going to struggle to see, with the most accessible colony being closed due to bird flu.

The next day took us to Half Moon Island, where we had our first Weddell Seals and a Chinstrap Penguin colony, buzzed by South Polar Skuas.  Chinstraps are fun, there’s always something going on.  In the afternoon Yankee Harbour was a Gentoo Penguin colony with more skuas and better yet, an Adelie Penguin on the beach gave us our best view of the trip.  The weather turned to torrential drizzle, so we didn’t stay ashore that long.

Point Wild on Elephant Island

Leopard Seal

Shackleton and his team's heroism needs a statue... of the Chilean captain who rescued them.

One of about 20 Humpbacks in a feeding frenzy of whales and birds

Gentoo Penguin

A white morph Southern Giant Petrel

Wilson's Petrel

Our first Adelie Penguins with Gentoos and Chinstraps

Half Moon Island

Southern Elephant Seal

Weddell Seal

Nice ice

South Polar Skua

Chinstrap Penguin

Adelie Penguin

Too many pictures to keep up with, so I stopped posting.  We’re back now and I’m wading through the 35000 pictures.  These aren’t necessarily the best pictures…

After a bumpy afternoon and night leaving South Georgia we had two full days at sea en route to Elephant Island.  The first included a detour to see A23a, the world’s largest iceberg, with enough fresh water to give 5 litres of water to every person on the planet for 70 years.  It’s about the size of Greater London, or about 0.17 Wales in proper units.  We all rushed out to see it as we drew up to it – I don’t know why: we were sailing past it for four hours.  Obviously a huge cold thing in the middle of the sea generates a fair bit of murk, so the pictures are a bit average.  There were some decent birds, though.

On the second day we had to pick our way through a field of sea ice, which was fun and had some great wildlife, including our first good views of Southern Fulmar and a very frustrating Antarctic Petrel, which flew behind me so I missed it.  I had a rubbish view of one later, but the stars of the show were the whales: Humpbacks will bore you in later posts, so no pictures, but Fin Whale was nice and a female Blue Whale with a calf was magnificent.

A23a stretches out ahead of us

Black-bellied Storm Petrel

Antarctic Prions

Chinstrap Penguins

Picking our way through the sea ice

Southern Fulmar

Fin Whale

Blue Whale. A female of the Antarctic subspecies is as big as animals get

There's a calf

The weather forecast for South Georgia was ominous, and our second day landing was impossible. The stunning sight of 150000 King Penguins in the St Andrew’s Bay colony made up for that, and on our third day we visited the colony at Fortuna Bay, a mere 20000 pairs, but it was amazing to be able to get close to the birds. Our final day was windy again, but a zodiac cruise around St Andrew’s Bay and some amazing seamanship from the Captain in outrageous winds at the south end of the island was very entertaining. Off we go to Antarctica…

St. Andrew's Bay King Penguin colony, about 150000 pairs breed here.

The zodiac goes out to Fortuna Bay

A picture of white elegance: Snow Petrol

A picture of white ugliness: Snowy Sheathbill

Our crossing from the Falklands to South Georgia was pretty flat, arguably too flat for seabirds.  We still managed some excellent seabirds and a mad half hour where everything happened at once contributed to a day with six species of Albatross.  The downside of the flat crossing is that the storm arrives while we’re at South Georgia, which limits our opportunities to land on this beautiful island.  We managed a couple yesterday, at Grytviken and Jason Harbour, where the fur seals were distinctly feisty, one young one being particularly reluctance to back off, leaving me in a stand off at about a foot for a minute.

Immature Snowy Albatross

Humpback Whale

Our first iceberg

Antarctic Fur Seal Pup

Antarctic Fur Seal after a hard season establishing himself on the beach

King Penguin

A young male Southern Elephant Seal tunes up

We’ve been on board the good ship Ortelius for a few days now, and we’re currently half-way between the Falkland Islands and South Georgia.  Today’s day at sea has not produced the hoped-for seabird festival, as it has been very calm and foggy, but that has given us some down time to catch up on some pictures.  Here’s a very quick sample from the journey from Ushuaia to the Falkland Islands, and a couple of landings at New Island at Black-browed Albatross and Rockhopper Penguin colonies.  The Falklands are beautiful and more British than Britain.

Southern Royal Albatross

Rockhopper Penguin

Imperial Shag

Fractious neighbours

There aren’t many new birds for us around Ushuaia, and yesterday’s trip targeted two of them, Yellow-bridled Finch, which we missed in Chile, and the much-wanted White-bellied Seedsnipe, a grouse-like wader that hides on mountain tops.

We had a surprise when our local guide sailed past the well-known site and continued driving for another half an hour, eventually driving us up a private forest track into beautiful Nothofagus forest, before we got out and had a gentle walk up to the edge of the snowline, rather than the rather more unpleasant one we’d have had back at the well-known site.    Yellow-bridled finch was found quickly, but after over an hour and a half of walking backwards and forwards up a mountain across snowy stonefields, we were beginning to wonder whether we were in the right place.  We shouldn’t have doubted Esteban, as we had superb views of two birds at close range.  An easy and happy walk down was improved further by a low-level fly past by an Andean Condor.  A cracking day!

Thorn-tailed Rayadito: common, but gorgeous

Yellow-bridled Finch

White-bellied Seedsnipe making tracks

Our trip started with lots of flying and a couple of short afternoon birding sessions, first in a suburb of Buenos Aires, and today in Ushuaia, where our tour starts tomorrow.  We’ve had no new birds yet, but Ushuaia is a rather fine place, made even more fine when Karen looked out of our hotel window and found a Magellanic Woodpecker, something that’s high on every birder’s wish list.

Campo Flicker

Chalk-browed Mockingbird

The beach at Ushuaia

Magellanic Oystercatcher

Magellanic Woodpecker

I’ve rather neglected the website of late, partly because the summer has been pretty average photographically, although it’s had its moments.

It will get  a bit busier, as we’re off on our travels again (although somewhat limited with our bandwidth, so it might be next year before I put many pictures up), but here’s a few pictures of our new neighbour, who has been with us for the last week.

It’s been a too long since I have been to a conference,  and when the major vacuum conference in Europe is ten minutes’ walk from my mum’s flat in Harrogate it was too good to miss.  The last time I gave a presentation in Harrogate I was about 14; this one went a bit better.

It did mean we could spend a couple of weekends up north, with a trip to Northumberland to see the Bridled Tern that was resident at Coquet Island.  This was a British lifer for us, or would have been if we hadn’t gone the day after it had left.  Still, there were smashing views of Puffins and our first Roseate Terns for several years.

The Dales were glorious and a weekend in Flamborough gave yet more seabirds.  Heading down south with a car full of decent beer, Betty’s cakes and other Yorkshire treats, I didn’t realise I was bringing down another souvenir: COVID.

Eider

Cirl Bunting, the first in Sussex since 1996 and a new on-foot bird.

Puffin

Gannet

Razorbill

Are you sure this is safe?

It’s an old joke that a garden that’s a complete mess is designated a wildlife garden, and ours certainly fits the bill.  It’s also true, though, with nearly 500 species of moth, 26 species of butterfly, reptiles, 3 amphibians as well as all of the birds (not all of which walk around on the lawn, I’ll admit).

We’ve had the occasional badger in the back field over the years, but the garden has been the preserve of the fox, pipistrelle and a collection of rodents (some less welcome than others).  When Karen saw a badger in the garden a few weeks ago it seemed like a one off.  We haven’t seen it since, but putting her dad’s old trail camera out it seems to be a fairly regular visitor.

(Click the picture to play the video on my OneDrive)

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