The Waste Land

TS Eliot was obviously not a birder, for it was he who wrote that 'April is the cruellest month...' No it isn't, you melodramatic old fool - March is...I haven't found a thing since the first few days of the month.

Over the last few months, I've been keeping an eye on a local farm reservoir (which is the nearest body of water within easy walking distance). For the first two months of the year, it looked fantastic for waders: lots of exposed mud, shallow pools and emergent, fringing vegetation. Imagine my horror when I discovered this weekend that it had been pumped full of water. But hey, selfishness aside, it was still worth checking. After a pair of Oystercatchers yesterday (a site first for me), I returned this evening, in sparkling light and hoping for Ringed Plover, Redshank or perhaps something more fanciful like a Curlew or Avocet.

I gave a visceral laugh out loud when the first birds (only birds) on the entire reservoir were a pair of Mandarin. I admit that they looked fantastic in the light, but they were positively not what I was expecting. Both flew off in the direction of Gamlingay Heath. I know there are a couple of private lakes over there, but have no idea what is 'kept' on them.

Still, Mandarin counts as one, just the same as a Lesser Scaup would do. Seems wrong to me, but I'll take it.

DOM  

Nice weather for ducks

Out and about between the rain this weekend. With Stewartby roost probably well watched after RBG and Kittiwakes over the previous two days, I thought I would try my luck at Grovebury for some fresh air Saturday evening… and it was fresh especially without gloves. As the gulls built up my hopes for Kitty increased but there was none doing and a probable Yellow-legged Gull in the near dark will have to wait for another time to hit the list. A couple of birds did fly in though and hit the SFYL net, firstly a Shelduck and then a female Goosander, which joined a male that appeared from nowhere in the far corner so presumably had been lurking in cover (and had been reported there last week).

So other than plastic Barnacle Goose and maybe plastic RCP, all the likely wildfowl now on the list and just real scarcities left.

Still fancying a bit of Kitty, and guessing every one else would be in bed, I had another run round some brick pits on Sunday morning and scored again nicely with a Slavonian Grebe at Stewartby, though I am mindful that this could be the Brogborough bird moved along (did that bird also count for the previous Stew record at the end of Jan?) Three Oyks there and one in Quest were not new, but three Ringed Plovers through Quest at the start of a heavy shower were my first in Beds of the year. Duck and swan numbers well down in Chimney Corner complex but once again had Bittern there, no doubt disturbed by my arrival over the bank. 

Kitti conundrum

Following on from last evening’s excitement, I returned to Stewartby Lake in the hope of getting further views of the first-summer Ring-billed Gull that Neil had found on Thursday 14^th March. I determined I’d get there early as the weather was inclement and I hoped any goodies would arrive early to roost. So it was that I joined Tony Ploszajski at 4.45 at the usual gull watchpoint midway along the north-west bank. We were sheltering under brollies but the change in wind direction had brought the roost closer and all conveniently facing west broadside on. In fact the gulls came in later than yesterday and comprised just a few hundred birds split roughly equally between Common and Black-headed. Roy Dunham soon joined us and the last night’s hero, Neil Wright. Tony P had to go but Tony Revill and Phil Rhodes arrived. Of a sudden, Neil cried out that an adult Kittiwake had just flown in – and it had! We watched it for some time but then continued our scans for the RBG or a Med Gull as more and more gulls now poured in. A few minutes later I was scanning the flock and well over to the left, I ‘re-found’ the Kittiwake. Whilst trying to direct the others on to it, Tony Revill called that he was watching an adult Kittiwake in flight in the vicinity I was pointing to – he was and Tony and I kept on it through our ‘scopes as it circled and then headed right but we lost it in the melee. During these flight views, Neil called out that he’d still got a Kittiwake on the water over to the left where my bird had been. I then re-found presumably the flying bird on the water in the front centre of the roost, just as where the original bird had been. Paul Wright now arrived and we quickly directed him onto both birds. Regrettably, but unsurprisingly, the Ring-billed Gull didn’t make a second appearance and, as Lesser Black-backs had dropped from 135 down to 49, it is likely that the RBG was merely en route northward.

In terms of what counts on a Self-found Yearlist, the above is a conundrum…..

NW clearly self-found the first bird centrally in the flock when overall numbers were under a thousand. But, had I found the second bird and it was the first bird that had flown up for a fly round and landed again in much the same place as it took off from? Or, had I merely relocated the first bird over to the left and it was TR who found the second bird flying in to land centrally in the roost? Indeed it is unlikely, but not inconceivable, that there was the ‘central bird’, the ‘left bird’ and that the ‘flying bird’ simply flew through and headed west toward Brogborough. It is safest and most likely that just two adult Kittiwakes were present. It is also ‘almost’ certain that any one of us present would have found the first Kittiwake moments after NW called it as it was a very obvious bird toward the front centre of the flock – so on that basis alone is, I understand, an SFYT.

MJP

Still in the running for Wildfowl Cup

Catching up with my WeBS counts after a weekend away and bagged a half decent Selfer with a Brent at Roxy. There have been a few around/over in the last few days.

Stuck in Luton

Not my normal Saturday first thing birding this week when I looked out of the window and discovered it was thick fog as it had been all the previous evening. If there was anything out there to be found it would not be until the fog clears and that would have been after my curfew so stayed home to do my jobs, other than a quick half hour in the afternoon to go WEBS-ing in the local Wardown Park.

Mother's Day much them same with plenty of brownie points to be scored. Did pick up one tick though, driving around to collect my mother-in-law for lunch when two Egyptian Geese were seen flying north east over the town, possibly out from Luton Hoo. So that goes with the ton-up Woodcock from Sandy Smith last Sunday to take me into the second century.

Wardown Park, Luton - just checking that there was not a Bonaparte's lurking...

Well sick

After being stuck in doors with a stinking cold for the last four days it was time for a walk in the warm sun shine. I headed for Broom.

The red-head Smew was noted still on GLW before I noticed a load of gulls sat on the end of Peacocks Island. I shifted the scope round for a squint (they were still a long way off).

Black-head, Black-head, Common, Avocet. Hold on a minute - AVOCET!! Well, that's a nice surprise. It had a little preen and went to sleep amongst the gulls.

I went for a closer look and noticed two Oycs sat at the opposite end of the gull flock, another SFYL bird. Two birds with a few mins.

Not bad after a few weeks of a lean streak. Iphonescoped shot below.

Lesser Spot...

I can count on the fingers of several hands, the number of times over the last few weeks that I have searched for these elusive little bastards along the stream that runs from west of Gamlingay through to Sutton. This morning, my persistence paid off with a calling female between Pegnut Wood, Potton STW and John O'Gaunt GC - not far from where I also had a female last summer (approx. 3/4 mile).

So thrilled and flushed with success was I, that until now, I had completely forgotten about a very interesting-sounding 'Chiffchaff' I'd heard a few seconds earlier near the sewage works. Must return tomorrow morning; however, this afternoon I have a larger target species in mind...

I think Matt was partially right; whilst I wouldn't necessarily say there is an 'edge' to this year's competition, it is certainly cut and thrust.

By the way, who the bloody hell is Matt? Is he Lord Lucan/ The Scarlet Pimpernel masquerading as a Bedfordshire birder? ;-)

DOM