Monday, January 16, 2017

Saturday Gull


.... only a Herring Gull perhaps, but it was kind enough to follow a surfer's path across the face of a breaking wave, so deserving of its own post I think.



Saturday, January 14, 2017

Hyperglorious



After yesterday's festival of meteorological mayhem and white-winged gulls, today's forecast promised sub-zero temperatures, wind-speeds dropping to moderate and sunny intervals, and with the promise of displaced wanderers tracking back north (or just hanging around), the Brigg beckoned. Long story short, five hours spent out there (mostly on a mesmeringly beautiful, surf- and roller-battered Brigg end) were five hours wonderfully well spent, and a walk out onto Carr Naze for sunset with the Mrs was a perfect was to round off the day.



To say the wave action was dramatic would be a huge understatement, a bit like saying that the various Glaucous Gulls I've seen here today were quite pleasant... it was one of those losing track of time days, where you just lap up the circumstances and thank your gods. A minimum of four Glaucs this morning - an adult, a 3cy, and two 2cy's - plus two 2cy's this evening (at least one of which was 'new') - gives me a minimum of five for the day (three pictured); several of yesterday's birds were also identifiably different, and thus I've been lucky enough to bump into at least eight over the last 48 hours. Remarkable, especially considering I've not seen more than two or three in a year here before, despite a lot of efforts at the right times....






Friday, January 13, 2017

White horses & white-wingers



Ah, that's more like it. Unbelievably, today was my first day out actually birding in weeks - after a week in London over Christmas with the bins untouched, a week in France over new year with incidental use at best, straight back into assignment deadline-meeting madness upon return and a talk in Sheffield straight after - so with the predicted gale-force north-westerlies, inclemental maelstroms and storm surge due to hit today, it had to be done. I woke up this morning pre-dawn to find a beautiful scene outside the window of a thick layer of fluffy snow covering all surfaces and flurries swirling in the streetlights.



Out soon after, the snow soon turned to sleet and the sleet to rain, but not before I'd hit the seafront, beach and bay corner. By the time I reached the latter, the reality of not being able to physically make it any further was confirmed in comedy style as the wind knocked me backwards onto the rocks, leaving me flapping forlornly skywards in helpless flipped-over turtle style. Time to turn around.... but not before more decent scans of the bay and seafront, where a couple of argentatus Herring Gulls were, disappointingly, the best of the Larus assemblages.



Holed up in a seafront shelter along the esplanade, this afternoon was another scene altogether. I love wild winter birding, especially here in Filey, and it was one of those sessions that makes you forget the fact you can't actually feel any of your fingers or toes. Three hours or so of every type of weather imaginable, the continuingly howling north-westerly, waves that would make a surfers head explode on sight and an incoming, increasingly 'entertaining' tide provided no fewer than four Glaucous Gulls and an Iceland Gull among their wind-battered brethren, battling north or feeding in surf out beyond the Brigg. At one point I'd two Glaucs and the Iceland in the same field of view, and at others, new white-wingers swept by much closer in. Absolute class, and so good to be back in the ring.



Saturday, December 17, 2016

Bad Company


A pleasant sunny winter's morning here in Filey, and grateful to Dan for dragging me away from the laptop (where I'm wrestling with such cheerful topics as environemtal degradation in relation to industrialisation and urbanisation presently - it's really a laugh a minute) and into the sunshine. On the tip, Barn Owl, Roe Deer and Grey Partridges were all enjoying the disturbance-free confines of our reserve, but it was a day characterised largely by wildfowl: skeins of yapping Pink-feet on the move against clear blue skies, Wigeon and Teal commuting between various local wetlands, and most satisfyingly, a nice adult Eurasian White-fronted Goose in with the wrong crowd over at our East Lea reserve. Surrounded by our local feral mutants, it must be wondering what the hell it's let itself in for.






Friday, December 16, 2016

Western Mass, USA - November 2016


As mentioned in the last post, the (very sad) circumstances of our visit back to the family homestead meant that birding was far from a relevant part of the agenda, but there's always wildlife to enjoy on the doorstep out there, and a indeed little further beyond when the opportunity came. A lovely afternoon with Ammie and my wonderful bro-and-sis-in-laws Ned and Anna took in the Rock House reservation and the Quabbin reservoir (both within a half-hour of the house), where we stumbled on various birds and beasts, including (from above) this Belted Kingfisher, noisy and friendly Great Northern Divers, and a fly-by Bald Eagle......




... in the garden, meanwhile, were various common species, including (pictured) Chickadees, Mourning Doves, American Goldfinches, Purple Finches, Cardinals and Tufted Titmice.








Thursday, December 15, 2016

Junco yard



Such are (and have been) the distractions of late, I apparently forgot to post any more from our recent visit to the family homestead in Western Massachusetts.... it's a few weeks ago now (early/mid November), and due to the sad reasons for the trip there wasn't much memory-card activity, but there's always something going on, and the arrival of Dark-eyed Juncos in the garden (from a trickle to a wave) was a particular pleasure, despite the crappy light.





Friday, December 9, 2016

Black Redstart, bay corner


It might not be from much further than, say, over the channel, but Black Redstarts aren't the commonest bird locally and getting anything like close to them around here is usually impossible (unlike those we'll be visiting in the south of France in a few weeks) - so this subtly beautiful long-stayer in the bay corner was still a treat.