The Safari has been out and about all over the shop since the turn of the year. Almost here there and everywhere but mostly south of the river. Our Bird Photo Challenge has kicked off again, now in its eighth year and we have to say we're doing pretty well - homing in on 100 species photographed already. Maybe we should 'save some for later' as the Law of Diminishing Returns has got to kick in very soon. However, there is a little method in our madness; we've got (yet) another hand issue which is likely to require surgery sometime in the not to distant future (NHS waiting lists permitting) meaning we could be out of action for a few weeks. There's a proviso in the rules too this year - no more than 75 miles from Base Camp; tricky as at least 30% of that circle for us is inaccessible sea and annoying that the superb seabird cliifs of South Stack on Anglesey are about 18 inches outside the line. There is a wide variety of habitats and a large number of good reserves and other sites contained within the blue line though so here goes...
Our first safari away from the immediate environs of Base Camp saw us not far up the road at Fleetwood where a rather wet morning gave us a Stonechat on the golfcourse and a flight of Mute Swans over the beach after they'd left the marine lake, makes for a diffent pic to the usual 'sat on the water pose' we usually get.
The reason for nipping up there was the recent stormy weather had brought in a trio of Red Breasted Mergansers, a bird we didn't see there last year in fact there were very few reports of them at this previously fairly regular winter site. Today there were only two, the male having left the party.
Next time out we were further afield at Martin Mere WWT reserve with the Southside gang where we filled our boots with waterfowl and woodland species. It wasn't the best day with spells of heavy rain resulting in possibly the worst Brambling pic you'll ever see but hey it is identifiable so it counts towards our Challenge.
We always like a Pintail and it was good to see the Red Breasted Goose had stayed over the new year and now taking full advantage of the free food handout of the daily 'Swan feed'. The minor limp it had before Christmas has become much worse though, it was really hobbling.
Calm conditions, rare for this year of non-stop storms, offered some nice Little Egret reflection opportunities.
That safari brought our tally up to 41. The following day we ventured local again, this time to Stanley Park. A couple of dry day's meant the paths round the lake wouldn't be too muddy and the sun was shining too, a real bonus.
If anything the sun was too bright often creating severe shadows where the birds were spending most of their time. We managed a few decent shots of several species, pick of the bunch being a Stock Dove that flew over the lake and landed in the tall Poplar tree over our head.
A visit to the park isn't complete without a pic of its noisiest inhabitants.
Another safari up to Fleetwood found us a Red Throated Diver not too far away in the surf, normally a tricky species to find close enough to photograph. We usually have to wait for our annual pilgramage to Spurn and keep our fingers crossed there's one close enough there. Off the prom here they're usually little more than a dot in the scope.
Staying with the diver theme and another carry-over from last year, the Black Throated Diver was still at Crosby Marina so another safari over to the Southside was organised.
Better still a male Smew had turned up at nearby Lunt Meadows LWT reserve. How long is it since we last saw a male one of these???
Unfortunatley it remained fairly distant, just out of effective range but fantastic to see nonetheless especially as many others only managed even further views and it spent a lot of time hidden in the bankside vegetation. A bonus was the long-staying Green Winged Teal which didn't wake up all day.
But better still was a Mediterranean Gull we were told was on the Pumphouse Pool by other birders, but was it to be bird of the day?
Surprisingly for us it wasn't! That accolade went to the Grey Partridge that eagle-eyed IH spotted lurking furtively in a piece of rough ground set aside for shooting just over the reeserve boundary. Distant and camouflaged it was impossible to see it in the camera's viewfinder but we fired off a whole heap of shots in the general direction...and just about got lucky...you thought our Brambling shot was bad!!! But beggars can't be choosers and this is a species that was really common round here in our early days of birding but one which we didn't even see last year.
Not many minutes later we had a 'wow' moment. Above us a Peregrine sparred with two Marsh Harriers stooping repeatedly at them for over five minutes. Now most birds try to get above a Peregrine where they hope to be a little safer, not the Marsh Harriers they just kept on doing what they were doing which was not a lot. Each time the Peregrine stooped the 'victim' just turned on its back and presented its talons the the incoming missile, totally nonplussed by the whole affair. A fabulous day just slightly marred by the fact we couldn't find the Richardson's Cackling Goose although neither could anyone else on site that day. By the end of play our Challenge tally stood at the amazing total of 72.
We were cracking on a pace now but could we keep that pace up? Our next safari took us local again to Marton Mere nature reserve. We picked up CR and headed for The Nook and as soon as we got out of the car we were photographing a Tawny Owl which wasn't for showing itself.
Taking the detour down to the viewing bench the light was terrible and there wasn't much on the water so we didn't stay long. Back on the main path the Kestrel was now in a better place but as we raised the camera it saw something and swooped low into the scrub not to reappear. The Feeding Station was busy with the usual garden/woodland birds but strangely no Pheasants, which was the species we really wanted to get a pic of. On the way back to the car the Tawny Owl had turned round - thank goodness.
Not a bad visit all in all.
Next up was a safari Over Wyre to have a look for the Twite at Knott End. There were none at the slipway when we arrived until just a single one flew over us calling. We decided to have a walk down the prom to give them a chance to come back from wherever they were and there's always the chance they could be on the saltmarsh there. No sign of them there either but there was a nice little flock of Redshank to have a dib at.
Once back at Base Camp downloading the day's shots we discovered a sneaky Knot lurking in the flock, it's in the pic above but showing better in this one even if out of focus.
Returning to the slipway we saw there was no chance of seeing any Twite cos a council van complete with workers was parked up there, the oppos getting on with whatever job they'd been sent to do. We were scuppered so slunk back to Base Camp early. We'll be back!
CR kindly drove us up to Leighton Moss where we joined IH for a frozen mooch about. It was bitterly cold and almost all the open water was frozen solid so there was hardly water fowl to be seen. This put a mockers on our hopes of Great White Egret, Snipe etc. Water Rails had been showing ridiculously well along the Causeway but we had no luck, just a couple of very brief glimpses. The wooded areas were good for small birds though, the feeders soon gave us a nice Marsh Tit. But again there were no Pheasants present - there's always Pheasants here.
High in the nearby Alder trees a flock of Siskins was feeding, craning our neck for the shot we pressed the shutter button a nano-second too late as the last of the flock left for trees further away.
The trials and tribulations of wildlife photography ehh?
A Wren along the boardwalk gave us the run around but we caught up with one on the, surprisingly dry, path to the Lower Hide.
And we got a shot of the last thing a spider sees when a Treecreeper is working its way up a trunk. Normally you only get to see the back or sides of these creeping tree huggers but this one landed on a branch too thin and exposed its ventral surface.
After exhausting the main reserve we went back to the cars for a drive down to the saltmarshes. In the car park there was a sizeable flock of Fieldfares taking advantage of the remaining Hawthorn berries above the bonnet of CR's motor.
Along the path to the saltmarsh hides we eventually got our Pheasant pic.
Here as well, even though the water is brackish, the pools were frozen solid with very little to be seen. A hopeful pair of Goosanders flew over and on the marsh a handful of Shelducks could be seen but not a lot else. Way out in the distance on the seaward edge of the marsh eagle-eyed IH picked up two Peregrines sat on the deck a hundred yards or so apart.
CR took the scenic route back to Base camp heading Over Wyre in the hope of a Barn Owl or two. We passed fields full of Curlews and Lapwings and eventually came across a big flock of Black Tailed Godwits with some Golden Plovers nearby but no Barn Owls.
It was getting dark whe nwe stopped at one of Fylde Bird Club's farmland bird feeding stations only to see a Grey Squirrel filling its face with the copious freebies on offer. In the village there is another of their feeding stations but by now it was getting bvery gloomy but there was a large number of Tree Sparrows getting their last feed of the day before tucking up chattering away in the adjacent hedge. It was going to be a long cold nnight for them. We don't get involved in the bird club as much as we'd like but we're very happy to know our subs goes at least a little way to keeping these important feeders topped up.
A brief stop at a known Barn Owl site did give us a brief view but where did it go, did it disppear over the fields and far away or circle round the old building and bunk back in round the back, either way we never saw it again and it was there then gone far too quickly for us to raise the camera. The day ended with our Challenge tally now on the giddy height of 90!
A break (= a slight easing of the rains and lessening of the ferocious winds) saw us back at Knott End looking for the Twite again, this time with success, there were about 20 present feeding on seeds washed up in the strandline.
Most unusually a Rook was there too. Just one on its own, when we we much younger one Rook was a Crow and 100 Crows were Rooks!
From there we headed north towards Lancaster with swans in mind. At Conder Green we bumped into DP & JS and their students from Myerscough College but they had negative news of the Bewick's Swans for us. Little Grebes in the river were too far away and in the stormy wind the pool was far more choppy than the sea was for most of our last summer's cruise to Greenland - we didn't stop long. Driving down the lanes we stopped at all the Whooper Swan flocks but couldn't find the Bewick's Swans, if they were there they must have been in the flock that was mostly hidden behind a hedge and in a bit of a dip. Behind a distant flock of Whooper Swans were three Cattle Egrets which we made a right pigs ear of photogrphing in the bright light - note to self: Always check the camera settings! 
They brought the tally to a very respectable 93 after only 22 days. Then followed a few blank safari-free days as Storm Isha merged seemlessly into Storm Jocelyn, although we did find another Snow Bunting while out walking the dog along the prom in the teeth of the gale. Will it stick around or be a one day wonder like the one we found before Christmas?
A break (= a slight easing of the rains and lessening of the ferocious winds) saw us back at Knott End looking for the Twite again, this time with success, there were about 20 present feeding on seeds washed up in the strandline.
Where to next? As the next storm approaches and the wind picks up again we're going to try an inland site we've been avoiding for a few years due to traffic problems - have we worked out an alternative route we should have figuered our a long time ago?
In the meantime let us know who's been braving the winds in your outback
