Thursday, 16 February 2017

Feb 16th Lynford Arboretum


Lynford Arboretum
Today, my parents and I were at Lynford Arboretum to look for hawfinches. There has been plenty of them about here in recent weeks with reports ranging between 30-60 individuals each day. This is surprisingly typical at this time of year to get so many of these scarce birds at this location. The arboretum is a well known winter hotspot for them and many bird watchers make an annual visit just to see these large, yet stunning finches. With plenty of feeders and bare branched trees around, it becomes an easier time to locate them. Come summer and they are pretty much nowhere to be seen. But hawfinches are very shy and elusive birds, seeing one is still going to be difficult despite with everything in my favour.






Snowdrops
While walking around the arboretum searching for a hawfinch, it is impossible to not notice the snowdrops covering parts of the woodland floor like patches of white snow. From afar, they become one white mass. It is only when you walk up close to them do you see the drooping white petals dangling from their green stalks like hanging snowflakes. You just can't help but be in awe with these wonderful early floral displays and it leaves you waiting with anticipation of the arrival of spring.



Siskin
Hawfinches were not the only species of bird to encounter here. They are just the icing on the cake. While they were the main reason I was here, it is hard not to notice the sounds of large flocks of siskins chattering away with their twittering and wheezy songs and calls. They were pretty much everywhere. We joined a photographer and sat on a bridge with him, watching the birds come down to feed on the seed left out for them on the bridge's walls and in the surrounding trees. From here, the birds were quite used to people and we were able to see things like reed buntings, long-tailed tits and marsh tits up close. This included a couple of siskins feeding on the alder cones on a branch just above our heads. You could see it's bright yellow plumage and it's streaked markings very clearly. I also saw a great spotted woodpecker, a buzzard, nuthatches and heard a treecreeper.
Male Reed Bunting
Female Reed Bunting
Long-tailed Tit

Robin
Marsh Tit and Blue Tit
Male Chaffinch
Female Chaffinch
Blue Tit
 
Bullfinch

Unfortunately, there was no sign of a single hawfinch during our walk. None of the usual reliable hotspots produced one for me this time. So we stopped for lunch at a bench close to one of these hotspots just in case one turned up. While eating our sandwiches, a crowd was building behind us. Perhaps my luck was in? I went to check. No hawfinch this time, but it was something just as good. It was a male bullfinch feeding in a shrub. Slightly distant to get a really sharp photo, but still good enough to appreciate that bright red breast. A real stunner of a bird.

Hawfinch
After lunch, I decided to give it one last go in finding at least one hawfinch before leaving. I perched my elbows onto the wooden gate overlooking an area with feeders where I've seen hawfinches in the past. At first, I was alone with not much on offer other than blue and great tits, a nuthatch and a squirrel. Then a curious crowd started building around me, wondering if I could provide them the answer they were hoping for. The answer of course was no. But then, as I was following a squirrel bound to one side of the avenue of trees to burry it's meal for later, I noticed a bird move behind it. A hawfinch! As soon as I spotted it and pointed it out for everyone that was around me, everyone praised me and my eyes for spotting it. It was a bit distant and a bit hard to see, so these were the best shots I could manage before it disappeared out of view.
Grey Squirrel

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Feb 15th Strumpshaw Fen


Song Thrush
It was a nicer start to the day at Strumpshaw compared to last week. I walked through the woods, listening to a song thrush singing proudly in a tree. It's song switches from being joyful to mournful with each few phrases, but is still a delight to my ears when I listen to it. At Fen Hide, I watched four Chinese water deer feed or chase one another within the strimmed open areas between sections of reed beds at the back of the pool. A pair of common snipe betrayed their hiding spots with their sudden movements as they probe the mud between the stubbled reed stems. Then a short rain shower arrived, tipping it down for a few minutes. Once the shower stopped, it cued the appearance of a kingfisher which posed on one of the taller posts standing at either side of the pool as if to mark the end of the rain.
Cobber the Black Swan
Just wanted to point out the Valentine's heart in this photo
Chinese Water Deer
Common Snipe
Coot
Rain!
Kingfisher
These Mute Swans were blocking my way out from Fen Hide!
Geese take over the broad at Reception Hide
At Reception Hide, it was a rather goosy day as a large flock of greylag geese took over the broad for most of the morning. A pair of shelduck was also there for a brief spell before moving on, vanishing at my second scan over the broad. I also saw shovelers, gadwalls, mallards, a couple of teal, a cormorant and a pair of marsh harriers. It was a rather peaceful scene until two military jets thundered past low over the reserve in front of the hide. They were so loud and sudden that they made everyone and everything jump out of their skins! What on earth were they doing? Don't they know that flying over a nature reserve is dangerous? They frightened the birds up into the air for a brief moment. Any of them could have flown into the engines or whatever and also harm the birds we are protecting. Does the military have any common sense? As the jets left the scene, a kingfisher suddenly arrived and perched on a reed stem. Was it marking the end of their chaos like it did with the rain? It truly seemed that way.
Greylag
Shelduck
Gadwall
Kingfisher
A white Greylag with a normal Greylag and Gadwall
Shoveler
Mute Swan
Marsh Harrier
A faint rainbow
 
While I was having my lunch, the rain returned for another short shower. This time there was a faint rainbow to mark its end with the kingfisher nowhere to be seen.