This one's for... Xenon

A demi-decent Goldcliff wader roost over a highish high tide produced: 1 Little Stint, 1 Curlew Sandpiper, 1 Golden Plover (flyover, heading NE), 2 Spotted Redshank, 7 Grey Plover, 50+ Avocet (seen in flight when flushed from the pill), 7 Ruff, 7 Greenshank, 200+ Curlew plus Lapwing, Ringed Plover, Dunlin and Redshank in the sort of numbers which fail to inspire a count. Non-waders included: 1 Kingfisher and 1 Peregrine plus, overhead, Skylark, Swallow, Grey and Pied Wagtail, Meadow Pipit, Linnet, Siskin and Reed Bunting.

The height of joy was reached on realising the first of the two new hides was open for business. Screaming like a girl, I hot-footed it from the sea-wall and, knees shaking and fingers popping, I started up the access-everybody entry ramp,... half an hour later, excitement levels somewhat eroded, I reached the door and, whaddya know, a prestigious luxury hide. Beautifully decorated inside, wooden floors throughout, large observation room with 50" LED TV, library (again with 50" LED TV), dining area with staffed kitchen (free non-alcoholic beverages and a tempting selection of pastries, cakes and chocolates on offer [including my personal favourite: petite Madeleine de Commercy, yum-yum]), and finally, bathroom facilities done out very tastefully in marble with mini swimming pool, jacuzzi and Turkish bath. Sweet. Good job everyone. I did not realise Carlsberg did bird hides.

Actually, I'll have a Mivvi

Lovely day out up-country, nothing too exciting on the birding front (a couple of juvenile Red Kites were about the best) but the undoubted sighting of the day was the ice-cream man taking a piss up the back of his own ice-cream van, before having a good old scratch of his arse and then climbing back in to take up his post alongside the Mr. Whippy dispenser. All I'm suggesting is - don't eat the cone. Don't. Eat. The. Cone.

Nothing better than a little vis mig

The skies are alive with the sound of 'prrüt-üt'.

American Golden Plover,... in Gwent!

Headed to West Usk for a bit more shutterbuggery of the phalarope, a look for the Pec and a shufti of the wader roost. On arrival it was pretty obvious, pretty quickly, that the phalarope and Pec had done gone and the tide was producing nothing (not helped by the fact I'd thought high water was at 14:30, it actually rolled in at 16:15). And then something caught my eye on the water's edge,...

1. My first view of the plover this afternoon, hmmm, looks interesting,... 2. The point at which I phoned NC (knowing he'd be out and about somewhere) and suggested he'd be best off heading my way,... "Interesting pluvialis plover,... small-headed/billed,... capped appearance,... big ol' super,... looks quite long-legged". Whilst we were still on the phone the bird hopped across two small creeks in the mud, momentarily opening it's wings, I didn't see gleaming white, but were those axillaries dusky or in shadow? "Er! Yeah, I think you'd better get down here..."

Still hadn't nailed it when NC appeared, the bird having stayed pretty much head-on in the interval, refusing to reveal the relative positions of tertials, primaries and tail. It then got pushed further up by the rising tide before coming to rest behind a large clump of spartina. NC had grabbed an image which seemed to show an attenuated rear end and the black on the underparts extending towards the undertail. Stuck it out as a 'probable'. Now the dilemma, do we scoot right to, hopefully, get the profile view and risk flushing it? Or do we await the arrival of the County Recorder? Being the well behaved little birders we are...

... County Recorder arrives (finally!), so I scurried right, and within 30 yards I'm looking at the elegant profile of an AGP (left-hand image below) and the rest, as the cliche goes, is Gwent ornithological history.

The all important rear end structure; looking ridiculously long-legged/necked/arsed when spooked by three fisherfolk; and, on being flushed by the aforementioned fishymen, the duskiest of underwings, even when slightly over-exposed in bright, low-angled sunlight.

First for Gwent! Tut-tut Gwent birders of yore.

[NB. Re quality of images, distance and heat haze my dear reader, distance and heat haze.]

Little in the way of sunshine

Another one from last weekend, just in time for this weekend,... when we can all go out and play again.

It rained on and off for the first 72 hours of this bird's stay,... no wonder the colour has drained from his cheeks.

Grey Phalarope at West Usk Lighthouse

You know when there is a flipping easy to photograph bird down the road and you end up laying in mud, cow shit and rubbish for hours in the rain because you can't think of anything better to do? Yeah, that...

I suppose the colour on the sides of the neck would be best described as 'chamois', or maybe 'misty buff'.

Please note the rather large rain drops.

If you look carefully at the reflection in the bird's eye, you can just make out a bedraggled, mud-spattered, prostrate, semi-aquatic lifeform,... that's me that is.

I was having a nice cup of tea when Nathan found this, alas, it remained unfinished,...

... on the plus side, for those of us on Twitter at least, the arrival of this bird did lead to us learning that the County Recorder can't spell 'bugger'.

And then it came much too close to focus on,... which was nice. It fed, pretty much, the whole time I was present, did the anti-predator crouchy-thing on three occasions (in response to Kestrel, Buzzard and [maybe] Woodpigeon?!) and called twice.

Whilst I was fannying around a Little Stint dropped in, before instantly deciding to try somewhere else; amongst the roost at high tide were two or three Curlew Sandpipers and a Sanderling; three or four Wheatear dotted about along the sea wall; and overhead passage included Redpoll, Skylark, Mipit and hirundines.

Working nine 'til five

Goldcliff 09:00-1200
High tide on the lagoons produced 1 Little Stint, 2 Curlew Sand, 2 Knot, 1 Sanderling, 1 Barwit, 3 Greenshank and 5 Ruff; and, overhead, a few Yellow Wagtail and Siskins, a few more Skylark, Swallows and Mipits.

Boat Lane and Goldcliff Pill 12:00-12:30
One Green Sandpiper and Barney on the pool plus c.200 Shelduck flushed from the pill by three kids riding their bikes along the top of the sea-wall

Saltmarsh and Farmfield lanes 12:30-14:00
Two Whitethroat and a fair few Chiffchaff and Blackcap in the hedgerows; overhead the trickle of hirundines (mostly Swallow) heading east had become a constant flow.

Uskmouth 14:00-17:00
A brief 'commic' tern distantly over the lagoons, two or three Greenshank on the foreshore and slightly better views of the Wryneck...

Deep in the thick stuff something stirs.

An over the shoulder jynx squint.

Showing off its water repellent properties.

Showing quite well by the end.

In short

Today in brief: dead Little Grebe,... alive Goshawk,... gone Grey Phalarope,... not gone Wryneck.

The only living boy in Newport

I get the news I need on the weather report

Must remember to up the volume on the iPod when using it as an alarm clock. Three Weetabix, glass of orange, no time for tea.

Oh, I can gather all the news I need on the weather report

Out into the low angled, unruly sun to join the ranks of golden flanked traffic and a delicious drive through the rush in a caffeine free, sleep starved, not-in-a-hurry-to-get-anywhere fuzz.

Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile

Met at Goldcliff by the last few eddies caused by Katia's passing and a wandering, collarless retriever; neither promised too much in the way of seabirds but I was on autopilot and soon lining up on the nuthouse-cum-naval academy.

Do-n-doh do-n-doh do-doh and here I am

An hour, a Great Crested Grebe and the first in a series of sharp downpours later and I start wondering about waders at the pools. But, before I could muster the gumption for a Buff-breast hunt, a trickle offshore provided just enough entertainment to ensure my inertia. One each of Manxie, 'auk sp.' and Gannet, and a handful of Arctic Terns would probably have been enough to maintain my spine-eroding embrace of tripod and scope, so a (the?) juvenile/1st-winter Little Gull was just the dinky little toy, on the icing, on the big, brown wobbly cake.

The only living boy in Newport

And then I had to head off and do some 'work',... 'work',... I think that's the correct spelling.

Apparently a local escapee,... no bugger appeared to be looking for him mind.

PS. There was also a Wheatear in the garden of the pink house and a trickle of Skylark, Swallows, pipits and wagtails overhead.

Lovely little larid

Popped out for an afternoon's fieldwork only to be met by Katia coming the other way,... at some pace. Missed an Arctic Skua, which almost certainly went straight over my head, but did (re)find a Little Gull that looks the spitting image of the bird seen at New Passage yesterday.

Diabolical image of a bird that deserved much better. Must try harder.

[Addenda: 1. the above all took place in Glos not Gwent; and 2. warning, prolonged exposure to the gorgeous smaller larids (Little, Sabine's, Ross', etc.) has been shown to result in a chronic debilitating condition 'Gull Phwoar! Syndrome', if observers experience such symptoms as fatigue, headaches and boredom when looking at less good looking birds they should visit their GP as soon as birding allows.]