This week, I have been mostly counting Lapwings, Peewits and Green Plovers.
Also bumped into a few Garganey, a smattering of Whimbrel and sundry non-birds including Gatekeeper, Mother Shipton, Hares, a dead sheep and my favourite moo-cow (Freddy the English White, here shown on the left, on the right Andrew Flintoff, England's best all-rounder since the last poor bloke who got called the 'new Ian Botham').
Spent this morning wandering about in rather persistent and oftentimes heavy rain; saw the square root of diddly-fuck-all too. Unfortunately, as we all know, boys (not unlike wicked witches of the wests) melt on contact with water,... and I sooooo nearly made it back to the car.
You cur-sed rain!, look what you've done!, I'm melting! What a world! Who would've thought a little low pressure system like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness! (Or something like that anyway).
As Saturday draws near, here is a thoughtful insight into the World Series Birding event brought to you by the hee-hee-hilarious folks at Comedy Central and the over-scripted 80s throw-back Jon Stewart...
How will Gwent compare to New Jersey? I think we know the answer to that one. Unless county rares (e.g. Woodlarks, Red-footed Falcons and the like) just start appearing all over the place,... wait a minute...
Have a look at this shot of 'our' stilt, last seen on Thursday, and compare it to this one (you might have to scroll down) of a bird in Hampshire, first located on Saturday. Is it just me, or do they both have the same amount of white around the eye and an identical fleck of white just up and behind the eye?
Forgot to mention, yesterday the highlight of the 'seawatch' was a Hairy Dragonfly coming in off; picked it up in the scope quite a way out heading straight at me, it then veered off and tazzed west along the sea-wall, all very odd. Anyway, today there were quite a few down at a rather warm Uskmouth, briefly attempted a photo but failed miserably.
Had another 25 Cetti's to add to yesterday's, ending with a total of about 55 males. Along with the birds across the grasslands and at Goldcliff it is looking like a reserve total of about 70. Whilst sticking the gear back in the car hot-off-the-press news of a Garganey meant a little detour before heading home for the footy.
Most of my morning at Uskmouth was spent working my way from this...
... to this...
... via 30 other variations on a theme. Apart from the Cetti's and a huuuge Brown Rat there was very little else of interest. Goldcliff wasn't an awful lot better, a trickle of Common and Black-headed Gulls was the reward for a self-imposed sentence of one and a half hours on the sea-wall. I was going to do two hours (gawd knows why) but after the first 30 minutes I was ready to pack it in, unfortunately I then got into the train of thought that goes like this...
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off" Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past" Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off" Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past" Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off" Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past" Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "Right, that's it I'm off" Masochistic voice in head: "But if I leave something is bound to fly past" Conflict resolution voice in head: "OK, five more minutes"
Sensible voice in head: "F**k it! You two can do what you like, I'm off home to listen to the football" Masochistic voice in head: "Doesn't he know the games are all on tomorrow?" Conflict resolution voice in head: [BLAM!] Sensible voice in head: "Oh dear, he'll be sorely missed" Masochistic voice in head: "No he won't,... bit odd though isn't it, I mean where do you suppose he got the shotgun from?" Sensible voice in head: "I know, a firearm in an auditory hallucination, that's bonkers".
I can't remember who I was talking to yesterday, but somebody was suggesting the stilt was a male due to the dark crown, nape and hindneck; I thought a dark crown, nape and hindneck suggested a female, turns out we were both wrong (as is the Collins Guide).
Turning to Himantopus himantopus himantopus in a few venerable tomes (as you do), BWP describes breeding adult males as "Crown down to eye, nape, and hindneck black, frequently intermixed with all or partly white feathers, rest of head and neck white; occasionally, all head and neck white, except for some black-tipped feathers on hindcrown or nape; exceptionally all head white" and breeding adult females as "Head and neck white, frequently dappled black on nape, crown, or upper hindneck; at times, even darker than male partner."
Well that's all as clear as mud then. 'Shorebirds' is a touch less nebulous stating "sexing by head pattern is hazardous owing to individual and geographical variation; in most populations is likely to be whiter-headed than female" I think may well be where I got my 'white head = male' from, they then go on to describe adult male as "Crown and hindneck patterns vary from pure white to dusky-grey, but black patterning of other races is absent" and adult female as "crown and hindneck patterns show same extent of variation as in male."
Praters 'Holarctic guide' is the only one to really cut through the bollocks though with "All colour patterns of crown and nape occur in both sexes". Well that's sorted that out then.
PS. I did remember the Elmley birds correctly, the male of the pair was the white-headed bird (see here).
The purple patch continues with Broad-billed Sand and Temminck's Stint both on the first lagoon at Goldcliff this evening. The Broad-billed Sand had been found yesterday but, due to various unfortunate occurrences including (and I quote) "some old codger saying it was just a Dunlin", did not get reported until lunchtime today. Luckily it was still present this evening and, even more luckily, a Temminck's dropped out of the sky to join it. Two nice big ticks on my list of 'birds I have seen within the borders of the county of Gwentcestershire'; three in three days, I hope it slows down or it'll make maintaining the bitter and twisted tone of this blog a right old effort.
And now for the photographic masterpiece you have come to expect...
The alarm went off at 04:10 today, out of the house by 04:35; this weekend has become some sort of birding stamina test. A morning at Uskmouth produced another mixed singing Willow Warbler [this one singing an awful lot of tsilp/tsalp notes, probably slightly higher pitched than most Chiffchaffs, at various points in relation to normal phrases (unlike the bird a few days ago which sang less of them and always as an introduction to normal phrases)] and a Red Kite (patch-tick!).
Arrived back home about lunchtime and proceeded to eat, snooze, wake-up, snooze, drink coffee, listen to footy, drink more coffee... When suddenly,... the peaceful idyll was shattered with the news that a Black-winged Stilt was pottering around at Goldcliff! Three phone-calls and five minutes later, it's off to the pools. By the time we had arrived the stilt had snuck off unseen to a place unknown, 15 minutes of much scannage ensued. Eventually the bird appeared on the back lagoon and proceeded to show well, if distantly, for the assembled masses (all 10 of us), despite one or two of the Avocets being less than welcoming.
Crawled out of bed at 04:15, down on the reserve by 05:05, is this normal behaviour on a Sunday morning? Singing Gropper and flyover Marsh Harrier at Uskmouth and a rather smart Black Tern at Goldcliff were the highlights of the morning. The tern would have been pretty good, if only some blighter in Glamorgan hadn't trumped it with a Whiskered,... buggerybollockytwatbag!
PS. Did you know there's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets? Or at least, so say Messers Blackwell, Crossley, Hancock and Henry.
