The Safari’s early morning venture forth from the front door
still has no hint of daylight in the eastern sky. A Blackbird was first bird
heard today with the usual Robins here and there. At Magpie Wood the light (or
lack of it) was again poor and we could only see 38 and some uncounted
Woodpigeons. As we tried to count the Magpies we heard the Peregrine calling
but again it was out of sight ‘round the back’ of the tower.
The only Song Thrush heard this morning was the one at the
entrance to the park.
The morning Patch 2 safari was a gloomy mizzly affair, in
fact it was so gloomy that we didn’t get out until about a couple of hours
after our normal pre-cuppa boot-up-the-puter time. We couldn’t see far through
the gloom and only found a few Common Scoters and nine Great Crested Grebes.
There was little on the beach either just a few gulls and Oystercatchers with a
handful of Redshanks and two Turnstones.
The mist hadn’t lifted by lunchtime and there was only about
the same to report from the beach and sea.
By way of something different to regale you with a Great
Black Backed Gull and a Carrion Crow were taking it in turns to rip strips of
flesh of the remains of a large fish. Looked as though it was either an ex Cod
or Salmon. Nothing for it but to grab the wellies and camera and get onto the
beach to investigate!
And on the beach there was plenty more to investigate once
the fish had been identified as a probably a Salmon by the look of those teeth
on the tongue.
Confirmation may well come from our marine biologist friend
and/or her fisherman hubby tomorrow.
A bundle of seaweed was wrapped around what looked (and
felt) like engineering swarf but also had a Mermaids Purse – the egg case of
the Small Spotted Cat Shark – attached. The opening on the left-hand side bears
witness to the successful hatching of the baby fish.
Nearby a Carrion Crow investigated likely looking items as
it patrolled the sands.
Further along the beach was another runnel with a few
Redshanks and gulls probing about but surrounded by resting Oystercatchers – a
fine photo opportunity we thought. As we approached they kept flushing a little
further down the beach always just out of range. However we did notice some
smaller waders on the far edge of the runnel and in the bad light at first
assumed them to be Sanderlings but as we got closer it became evident they were
six Dunlin (111) and were so engrossed in feeding that they allowed a quite
close approach. Despite our proximity to them and small items were being
swallowed at a rate of knots we couldn’t make out what it was they were feeding
on....perhaps we should have taken the bins as well as the camera.
On the walk back to the office another Patch 2 tick (#39)
was added to the tally when we heard a Curlew calling from out of the grey.
So not a very promising day turned out to be far more
interesting than we first imagined...proving if you look long or hard enough
you’ll always find something worth looking at.
A quick Big Garden Bird Watch update now :- our hour’s watch
was easily eclipsed by former RSPB Conservation Director Mark Avery who had
more Goldfinches than we had birds in total. His ‘unusual’ visitor was a female
Brambling while ours was the Coal Tit. (Bet he didn’t have real exotica like
Herring Gulls either!). All this pales into insignificance when compared to our
friend’s youngest daughter’s watch. She’s only eight and sat there diligently
watching their tiny back yard in the depths of inner-‘city’ Blackpool for just
one single solitary bird...but what was it?...dunno yet her dad had forgotten
to fetch her completed sheet in to work.
Finally a reminder that Thursday (we have to present a talk
on the coastal wildlife tomorrow night so might not be here) is World WetlandsDay and we hope to be organising a survey
of a small wetland not far away with the aim of recording the presence
of Water Voles there – can’t see them disappearing over the winter and it would
be nice to actually see one rather than relying on latrines and nibbled
vegetation to prove their presence...you never know...just how long is it since
we last heard that diagnostic ‘ploppp’ – 25 – 30 years; more???!!! Talking of coastal wildlife if anyone reading this rubbish
is booked on the Shoresearch event with LB this weekend we’ll see you there.
Where to next? More of the chilly gloomy same probably.
In the meantime let us know who's got teeth on their tongue in your outback.