A Once in a Lifetime Opportunity missed!!

This incredible photo of a 10 - 12 ft thresher shark was taken from the Celtic Wildcat off the Pembrokeshire coast on Monday and has today appeared in several national newspapers. I was there on this small boat and I missed it. And for a shark enthusiast like me, oh, it hurts, more than any dip. This photo will haunt me forever, it will also be perhaps the best wildlife sighting I almost had. But I'm delighted for the Sea Trust to whom it has brought much-needed funds and publicity.

On the same trip we had a huge superpod of maybe 500 - 1,000 common dolphins, spread over a huge area, and many had young calves which they brought right up to the boat.

I did my usual stop in the Forest of Dean each way and had a few interesting sightings including lesser horseshoes at their usual roost and the unexpected sight of 15 spotted flycatchers in a flock that also comprised a tree pipit, nuthatch and family of willow warblers, a somewhat bizarre ensemble of birds!

Completing the set!

In 2007 I saw the last British butterfly which had hitherto eluded me - Chequered skipper. As I didn't carry a camera during most of my early butterfly trips I thought it would be worth completing the set again - with photos. And with this clouded yellow photographed recently at Kings Langley, that's all the British species, job done! What a great year it's been for butterflies. Fantastic!

It's been an excellent clouded yellow year this year and there was a recent report of 140 in a single field in Sussex! I looked for them on Therfield Heath 2 days running this week and saw just one. It was too quick for the camera and I failed to relocate it so I turned my attentions to the red kites and the many chalkhill blues present - a couple of minor aberrations noted including this worn female with white internal spots on the hindwing.

I also visited Wimpole a few evenings ago and got some practice in with the detector. One barbastelle noted and one noctule, despite the occasional light rain.

More Celtic Adventures!

Well as usual I’ve not had time to update the blog. That is to say things have been happening faster than I can blog about it. That’s a good thing, it means I’ve been covering miles and seeing stuff rather than sat at a laptop! At such times it’s usually better to let the photos do the talking but boy, there are a lot of photos, so here is a quick summary of what I’ve been up to.

27 July – 5 August – Rat Island & The Scottish Safari

Along with 5 others of my ‘ilk’ I went chasing round Scotland (including the Hebrides) after some unusual mammals. The main target was black rat, with the last substantive colony on the Shiants, uninhabited islands in the Minch, but we fitted in plenty of other targets. Scottish wildcat was a great one to finally get, and beaver was new for me too. That’s something that could be quoted out of context, I mean of course the animal that fells trees and dams rivers!! Actually that’s quite an achievement, how many animals have the ability to do that? A true architect is the beaver!

Beaver, Tayside, Scotland

Other highlights included pine marten, 3 cetacean species (the group managed 7!!!) including a fantastic pod of Risso’s dolphins just off the Butt of Lewis and we had some cracking views of sea eagle and especially golden eagle.

Black rat, Shiants

Risso's dolphin, Butt of Lewis, Hebrides

Razorbill, Shiants

Puffin, Shiants

White-tailed eagle, Shiants

Golden eagle, Hebrides

juv wren, race hebridensis, Shiants

red grouse

Great skua, Shiants

As a group we managed an astounding 34 species but our own individual lists were very different. Of this I only saw 21 species (what was I doing??!!) so when I returned home I extended my own trip list by going straight out to Fowlmere for the evening. The result, 4 more species and a wonderful experience at a badger sett! Anyway it was quite a hardcore trip and the 3 vehicles used notched up over 2,000 miles each. Oops, that’s quite a carbon footprint.

Just days after returning from Scotland I headed for Wales to board the Celtic Wildcat on a cetacean survey day. Alas for the 2^nd time in a week the weather forced cancellation of a boat trip (the other being to St Kilda). It would have been a completely wasted trip had it not been for the glimpses of wild boar in the Forest of Dean caught in my car headlights and the delightful spectacle of a lesser horseshoe roost.

For those who couldn't afford to get to Fair Isle for the net-happy Swinhoe's petrel, one of the features of August 2013 was the influx of long-tailed blue butterflies, specifically the apparent brood which frequented a clifftop at Kingsdown near Dover (where up to 7 adults were reported by a single observer). With France in plain sight it seems perfectly feasible these are the progeny of a genuine migrant from the near continent rather than a bonus purchase of someone’s mange tout from the local supermarket (as happened recently in Cardiff!). I mean even my phone went French for a bit we were so close. I found a female Long-tailed blue when I visited Kingsdown on 14^th, flitting about the Everlasting pea plants growing in pink profusion on the cliff top. An examination of the plants afterwards yielded eggs on about half of them. That’s about 10 eggs in a 20 minute search – not bad at all! We headed home satisfied, stopping off to see the Bonaparte’s gull (again!) at Oare Marshes. Shortly afterwards I sent my photos to a guy in Sussex who had also found LTB eggs in his neighbourhood and was considering pupating the larva. Exciting times indeed for this little continental insect, though the good times may be short-lived as I hear they find it hard lasting out the winter. Then again, surely it gets colder on the continent? Something to look into, perhaps.

8-barred wonder as I finally get in on the Loxia action!

We have come to expect a mid summer arrival of crossbills from Scandanavia - it usually kicks off in July with the first intrepid invaders making landfall on the Northern Isles. Sometimes two-barred crossbills come with them and 2013 has proven to be one such year.

The Northern Isles have seen comparitively little action with the focus so far (since 20th July) on East Anglia. It began on the coast with birds at Cley, Holme, Kelling and a pair in Suffolk and they started arriving at Lynford Arboretum the following day. By early evening at least three birds were present and I decided to pop up there with my little lad the following day (today as I write this).

Ben is just two years old and twitching can be quite a challenge when he's in tow! With a forecast of 32 degrees celsius it was to be one of the hottest days of the year so far so I headed up early at around 10am (that's early for me, yes!).

The crossbills were proving faithful to a group of larches by the road - these could well have been the trees I saw a female TBC in more than 20 years ago. How times change. Then, I turned up on a winter's morning in a car full of young birders excited at the prospect of a day out in the Brecks. Today it was in the faithful Civic Type-R (hang on, did you expect a Mondeo estate or people carrier? times haven't changed that much!) with all the paraphernalia of a parent lugging a toddler around - and then some as being on one of the hottest days of the year so far (with 32 degrees forecast) I had to make sure I'd added water, hat and sun cream to the bag of goodies. 

For the next hour and a half I struggled to control Ben whilst attempting to count the two-barreds and grab some record shots. These were the first juvs I had seen and the difference of the adult female was striking when she appeared - largely unstreaked, green (washed orange in places) and with considerably bolder wing-bars and tertial-tips. Towards the end we managed to see three two-barreds at once but we couldn't quite confirm the suspected fourth bird - until I got home and saw it on the news page - we had been watching four birds after all, it's just they hadn't all shown together until after I left.

With more birds on the Norfolk coast coming in this could prove to be a major irruption. And with reports of booted and Bonelli's eagle in the south-east (not to mention last night's Swinhoe's at an overnight tape lure on Fair Isle) it's apparent this 'mega summer' is showing no sign of abating!

A SWIFT ReTERN to Former Glory

It's been a good few years since I managed two new birds in Britain in the space of a week, with 2 or 3 a year now about my average. And who would have expected it to happen in mid summer and in such a memorable way?

As I held the still-warm, limp and lifeless body of the bird we had all come to see, it felt like I had made a wonderful new friend, then watched them cross the road only to get hit by a bus. How on earth had it come to this? How could one of the bird world's most efficient flying machines be downed in this cruel way like a once-great fighter jet shot clean out of the sky? In these days of optical aids over firepower where the double barrels of a shotgun have been replaced by double barrels packed with nitrogen and glass prisms for your viewing pleasure, rare birds can usually hope to live on a bit longer when they turn up here and not come to a sudden and sticky end. But there was no denying the facts – the culprit, the killer no less, towered over us, and we'd seen the spectacle for ourselves – the Harris white-throated needletail, the bird which had drawn us all to this spot, had collided with the base of a wind turbine blade and fallen helplessly to the ground. Now it was in my hands, a surprisingly large bird sporting features I hadn't noticed in the field, like the sturdy dark legs (much stronger-looking than those of our own swift) and the beautiful green iridescence across the wing bases and tail, a tail terminating with needle-like points to the feathers, one of the features that give the bird its name.

I was later asked what was special about this bird. Well, where do you start? Apart from its exceptional rarity status (less than ten accepted sightings in the UK) and the fact that this was the first for 22 years, it is quite simply, a dream bird. It exudes style. And speed. Swifts are – well - swift, but this one is the turbo model. It holds the air speed record in level flight at a little over 100mph. It features in the top 5 'most wanted' on the lists of many birders and holds the number one spot for a good proportion of those. And it's only ever been 'twitchable' on offshore Scottish islands in the nineteen-eighties.

The news came like a bombshell on the afternoon of Tuesday 25^th June. Needletail on Harris at Tarbert, present for its second day. It turns out it was glimpsed the day before but its identity had not been confirmed. But now there was no denying it and a major twitch was soon underway. I left with three friends that night, setting off at 11.40pm with a 16 hour journey stretching before us.

A golden eagle on Skye provided a welcome distraction from the building tension but by the time we reached the ferry terminal on Skye our nerves were shot to pieces. We'd heard the needletail was still present that morning, only to find out an hour or so later that it hadn't actually been seen and that the earlier message had been a mistake. An hour later though, we heard it was back. Two military jets thundered overhead as we waited. We later heard one had continued on to Harris and overflown the site the the needletail was frequenting. It had spooked the bird which had headed south. Not good news.

An hour and a half passed, maybe two. It was back! Relocated two miles to the south of its last location and we were just a few miles out from Tarbert! We docked in Tarbert and searched eagerly for the taxi we'd booked but it wasn't there. A stressful ten minutes ensued but at last we found the taxi and arrived within minutes at the site a few miles down Golden Road. There was certainly a golden prize here somewhere and it was a tense few minutes before we made visual contact with the bird causing all the fuss.

The needletail shot out over the moorland, often invisible behind the uneven rocky ground but occasionally arcing into the sky where it was easier to follow. It effortlessly covered large tracts of moorland with few wingbeats and suddenly for us observers it had all been worth it. The tension, the exhaustion, the disrupted plans no longer mattered. It had been an epic twitch and an epic day already, none of us would forget it in a hurry.

Things were great. Our taxi-driver turned out to be the father of the person who had first seen the bird rather poorly and not known what it was. We sent him into Tarbert with an order for beer and fish and chips which we later ate in the sunshine as the bird continued to show now and then. We must have watched the bird on and off for an hour and a half before the collision. There were perhaps 12-15 birders present and maybe half this number witnessed the spectacle. I was calling directions to a birder next to me, running a commentary which went something like 'it's going right, below the wires, right of the wind turbine, going back behind the turbine – and that's when I faltered. The bird disappeared momentarily behind the turbine's nacelle only to fall back and down, plummeting some thirty metres to the ground. I rushed up the small hill and picked up the body, struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

The bird was found to have no obvious broken bones or external injuries and appears to have died from a blow to the head. It was initially passed to the RSPB but is destined eventually for the National Museum of Scotland. Naturally, there was a great deal of press interest in the incident. The locals too were very interested and it soon reignited the debate over wind farms and bird collisions. Many birders were shocked and vented their anger on forums in opposition to the 'Blades of Death' rotating in ever increasing numbers across areas such as the Western Isles. But the turbine involved is small, (with about a twenty metre span) and it only serves the small village here. It is not part of a major fleet and is most likely a sensible and efficient solution to the energy needs of the local community.

Those in opposition to wind power might think of this bird as a bit of a martyr. It has certainly re-ignited the wind farm debate, and there have been many more hits on that alarming You Tube clip of the vulture colliding with the rotating blades of a turbine. A traumatic incident to watch, but on that occasion the bird did survive at least. What is clear though is that the problem of birds flying into wind turbines is not going away and if a bird like a needletail can't avoid one, what hope is there for other species? Large birds of prey seem to be the most vulnerable to collisions and the Western Isles is a very important area for hen harriers, golden eagles and sea eagles.

It was a long drive back. The entire journey took eighteen hours, including a stop at BBC Cumbria's studio to do a piece on TV for Newsnight (see 15 mins in here http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b036bnmd/Newsnight_Scotland_27_06_2013/). Somewhere in southern Scotland through the murk I spotted a large wind turbine – it was the first I'd noticed since the collision I had witnessed. I narrowed my eyes and glared at it as if at a new enemy but even then I was aware that wind power has many advantages and there's no point opposing it just because of the incident I had watched the previous day. It's a complex debate but if wind farms are to be limited because of bird collisions then it's the vulnerable native species we have to watch, the number and location of collisions we have to keep tabs on. The needletail's death was a sad event (and truly heartbreaking to witness) but it was a quick death with presumably no suffering involved and to lose a proportion of our breeding eagle population due to careless positioning of large wind farms would be very much more serious.

One thing's for sure though. Whenever I see a wind turbine my mind will take me straight back to Harris on that unforgettable, yet ultimately tragic, day.

The day after my return I headed to Aldeburgh for a family holiday in a large house overloking the area the Hornemann's redpoll frequented in December. Once I'd recovered from the Hebs trip I managed to get out to Minsmere for a few hours' birding in the afternoon and early evening. Little did I know another biggie was about to break. But the local birdlife knew something was in the air and there were some ruffled feathers about.

Bittern, easily identifiable due to its close resemblance to a part-eaten corn-on-the-cob

Bridled tern – Inner Farne. Found by photographer Rob Wilson and local ranger Will Scott. OMG. Not now though... I used up my brownie points last week and I couldn't leave in the middle of a family holiday! Or could I? Of course I did. I eventually got my wife's blessing (maximum respect to the missus for that one, she really is the best!) and headed north with Adrian Kettle & Mark Thomas, with Adrian driving through the night to meet the 6am charter boat.

And what can I say about the twitch? Well it went like a dream. Calm weather, and we saw the bird on arrival. There was a wonderful seabird spectacle all around us and there was never a dull moment even when the bird did a bunk for an hour or so. It was conveniently hanging round the jetty area which was just as well as the island itself would be out of bounds until 10am by which time we'd be back on the mainland.

 

To have it under the belt by 6.30am was great and we were soon homeward bound, stopping off at Coquet Island to watch some distant roseate terns fishing in the channel in front of the island. The bridled tern showed on and off all day, delighting hundreds of visitors and providing significant compensation for those unable to make the star bird of the previous week. Terns are a tough group to connect with but this just leaves me needing Aleutian and royal and takes away the pain of missing a Bridled in Essex just 20 or so miles from my house back in 1991!

On a Roll

With a black kite lingering in Kent I was tempted down for the day on Sunday, with Andy Lawson and James Hunter. We made a quick stop for some roadside man orchids before visiting an adder site. Four were located in total, mainly gravid females. It was then on to Oare Marshes where the Bonaparte's was showing well from the Seawatch Hide. We headed off for the black kite but sadly it had moved on, though we had displaying honey buzzards nearby. After drawing a blank for heath fritillary we returned to Oare and eventually had much closer views of the Bonaparte's as it loafed on the near island with some black-headed gulls. The Thames Estuary has been rather good for Bonaparte's of late with a couple knocking about on the London stretch last year, just 3 or 4 miles from my old stomping ground of East Ham. An interesting leucistic black-headed out on the mud at Oare provided some additional interest, as did a few pinging beardies in the reeds and 1 or 2 med gulls also.

On the way back news came through of a roller in Norfolk. There was plenty of daylight left but I just couldn't face the long drive to Norfolk having only had a couple of hours' sleep the night before.It would just have to wait.

The following day I headed up early evening however. The bird flew off at around the time I left my house and wasn't refound til nearly 2 hours later, by which time I had been on site for just 10 minutes or so. On arrival I had walked away from the main crowd to the area it had been frequenting the previous day. Good move – after just a few minutes I noticed someone up ahead running. Pretty soon the crowd of 50 os so was following us and minutes later we all treated to fairly distant views (200m) as woodlarks sung overhead at what was a rather pleasant location.

By the time I'd left I'd seen the bird a little closer (perhaps 150m) but getting really close remains a problem, with the bird fairly skittish. The longer it stays of course the better the photos will become, particularly as the crowds drop and the photographers get bolder! For me, it's a valuable Norfolk tick and I'm happy enough with my fuzzy, grainy hand-held digiscoped shot!

For a few years roller had become rather difficult and was even MEGA'd once or twice. With several twitchable birds present since last year however there is now no excuse for needing this most attractive of avian visitors!

Better views!

A return trip to lakenheath produced better views of the Savi's! Other highlights from the day included bittern, little owl and stone curlew though we missed a white stork by 10 minutes!