Thursday, 25 April 2013

A Name Change, Some Flamingos and a Field of Death

Not much has really happened for me to write about this week, and on top of me being snowed under with work this blog will be quite short.

First things first, a bit of house keeping.

The name of the blog has changed (as you may have noticed). I can only live under the moniker of "The Teenage Twitcher" for so long and seen as though I'm 20, it's time to put that name to bed.

From now on it'll be known by the name of the web link; "Close Encounters of the Bird Kind."

So lets start off this new dawn with a taste of the exotic. Except with it actually being in Yorkshire...

I was back at Harewood, which was being held tightly in the embrace of Spring, to help out with anything in the bird garden. It mainly consisted of feeding and watering (not literally) different birds whilst watching the Kites wheeling around. A perfect way to spend a beautiful Saturday, although the Egyptian Geese parents guarding their young in the Flamingo enclosure had me worried for my safety on more that one occasion.

I've also been on a field trip to the University's farm (where they conduct research into agricultural stuff... which you probably guessed) where we were collecting insect samples to analyse in the lab. One particular field came complete with a dead Hare, Roe Deer, Field Vole and Woodpigeon... Needless to say we didn't stay long, particularly with the ominous Buzzards circling above.


Sorry it's a bit short... To make it up, here's a picture of some Chilean Flamingos at Harewood that I took when I wasn't watching my back for any incoming Egyptian Geese.


Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Taking on the Big Guns

So last Sunday was the day I came back up to Leeds for my final term of my second University year and while I'd been visiting Clumber Park a few times to volunteer, I hadn't actually had a birdwatching session there the whole month I was back.

And that was bad news.

Let me explain. Clumber Park is my nearest National Trust property about 20 minutes drive away from where I live. I've been going there since I can remember and have spent many a day wandering through the grasses and woodlands or staring out at the lake looking for birds and altogether having a brilliant time there. I've been a member of the Clumber Park bird group since I was ten and we go on organised walks around Clumber or further a field which I go to whenever I can.

Now the Clumber bird group is headed by a formidable pair of birders that lead the walks and on top of being brilliant birders there also top blokes. Anyway, at the start of every year everyone in the bird group gets sent a list of birds you have a chance of seeing in Clumber Park with the newsletter with the idea of keeping a Clumber list throughout the year and eventually comparing at the end. And like any good bird list, there's always a little bit of competition bubbling away under the surface.

Yet this is only the first year I've ever had a go. That's because the birding giants of the group are at their weakest they've been for a long time. And now I'm going for the jugular.

When I joined the group there were originally 4 imperious birders that would lead the walks. This has since been halved over the past years and now of the 2 left, only one of them regularly birds in Clumber. So this is my chance. If I can make use of my time at home and maximise my bird sightings, I may have a chance of claiming number 1 spot. Or second spot. Yeah probably second spot.

But it hadn't got off to a great start as I'd only been once in this current year back in January. Although I did get 37 birds, I was still way behind the competition. So when I saw there was a walk with the Clumber Bird group I had to make sure I was there to try and pull myself closer! Plus birding with experienced birders is always a brilliant way of seeing things you'd never see yourself and learning loads in the process.

The walk got off to a flying start with the years first Swallow singing from the farm buildings at the car park as we arrived. It was then marred slightly by my inability to find a Sand Martin that was flying over the lake when all the other people looking could see it (yes it was one of those moments!) but that was soon all behind me when I spotted my first Chiffchaff of the year in the park. Lapwing were a good spot whilst a drumming FEMALE Great Spotted Woodpecker caused much interest in the group. It seems it isn't only the males that are at it as some books would have you believe!

However the bird of the day was one we didn't see but heard, and its one of my all time favourites. Many people associate Chiffchaffs or Swallows as the start of Spring, but for me nothing beats the cascading song of the Willow Warbler to tell me that Spring is steam rolling in. It's a song that conjures up lazy hot days and one of my top tunes on my soundtrack to Summer. I thought with the incredibly cold weather that we'd been having that these little gems wouldn't have returned by now, or if they had they certainly wouldn't be singing. But I was very glad to be wrong. Now I like to see birds before I tick them off on a personal list but the rules of the Clumber list allows hearing to be enough for a tick. So that meant Willow Warbler went down for the year. And for one of my favourite birds I was more than happy to make an exception.

Bird List for the Day:
 
Swallow
Mistle Thrush
Pied Wagtail
Carrion Crow
Blackbird
Buzzard
Collard Dove
Chaffinch
House Sparrow
Woodpigeon
Mallard
Tufted Duck
Coot
Mute Swan
Greylag Goose
Lapwing
Magpie
Reed Bunting
Great Crested Grebe
Great Tit
Chiffchaff
Goldcrest
Blue Tit
Shelduck
Great Spotted Woodpecker
Jackdaw
Wren
Moorhen
Canada Goose
Cormarant
Gadwall
Robin
Kestrel
Yellowhammer
Starling
Goldfinch
Skylark
Stock Dove
Dunnock
Pochard
Pheasant
Black Headed Gull

Heard: Willow Warbler




Tuesday, 9 April 2013

A trip to the Peak and my first Lesser Spotted Woodpecker

Siskins enjoying the cafe almost as much as the visitors.
Saturday involved a trip to the National Trust's Longshaw Estate in the Peak District. The Peak is a cracking place if you just want to get away from it all and experience the wild. Its a place for terrific views, great experiences and, if your lucky, some top birds.  

The cafe and visitor centre are not to be missed as it offers a great chance to enjoy a range of birds which flock to the feeders and are almost guaranteed to have Siskin on them. Two Lesser Redpoll also visited as well as the usual suspects which were all present - Greenfinch, Chaffinch, Robin, Blue and Great Tit etc.                                           

A walk down into Padley Gorge followed, in search of the cafe (yes, I'm a big fan of cafe's when it comes to birding and walking) at the bottom. My family had heard that this mythical place did chip butty's the size of dinner plates and the proof that this was more reality than myth has made it a ritual stop whenever we visit the area. The ground was still covered in snow (pretty deep at times) from a couple of weeks ago but only seemed to add to the beauty of the woodland and moors.

 I came across the first nest of wood ants I've ever found on the way to the gorge after I took a handful of the leaves and soil from the surface of a mound which I thought looked ant nesty. Before I knew it ants were exploding from the nest, covering the entire surface in seconds and leaving me to furiously brush them off my clothes as I was attacked by the insect onslaught.  

After escaping the fury of the ant army it wasn't long before we were walking through Padley Gorge. Its made up of a cascading stream flanked by woodland. One side of the stream is mixed woodland, comprising of conifers and broadleaf trees whilst the other side is pristine ancient oak woodland. In the summer it teams with Chiffchaff and Willow Warbler but is most notable for it's healthy populations of Redstart and Pied Flycatcher which use the nest boxes provided. Ring Ouzel can also be found on the moors above the gorge in the summer, but I've yet to find anyone who'd be convinced to look for them with me, so for now that box remains unticked. On Saturday the wood was mostly quiet. A Treecreeper was the only bird of note and whilst I looked for Dipper which can be seen along the stream, my quest ultimately failed. But at least there was a bacon cob to cheer me up at the end.

Sunday was bird ringing day and began with my alarm going off at half 5 in the morning. For a twenty year old student that should be an illegal offence. I was joining up with a group of ringers by a pond owned by the Sitwell family of Renishaw Hall. As soon as we got down there the air was already filled with bird song, enabling me to bag my first hear of a Chiffchaff this year. Whilst waiting for our trainer, the drumming of woodpeckers started loudly all around us (this is used like song is in other birds as a means of establishing territories). I assumed they were Great Spotted Woodpecker and was content with listening to them drum at each other from across the pond. Then I was told that at least one of the birds drumming was a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker (the drumming of a Lesser doesn't taper off and is longer than a Great Spotted), which would represent a lifer for me if I managed to lay my eyes on it. I began regretting not bringing my binoculars, consigning myself to the fact that hearing it would be the closest I'd get to this infamous bird.

 My sole experience of a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker beforehand was furiously trying to pick one out in a leaf covered tree on a bird walk. It was one of those typical group birding scenarios, everyone can see it except you. There was great excitement within the group at seeing this increasingly rare bird but in the end I left empty handed. But at least now I'd heard one.
We then set about putting the nets up along a shrub thicket dripping in bird feeders, with the woodpecker's drumming getting ever closer. It had moved into a Larch tree behind us and was moving about at the very top and now it was getting lighter. I eventually located it, finding a small bird, about Greenfinch size, moving woodpecker style up a small branch. I couldn't see any colour or detail but I had finally seen a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker. But the show wasn't over there.
Blackbird with unusual plumage pattern
   The nets we set up ran below a small tree with various hollow branches. We were stood right under this tree when the bird flew down into this tree and began drumming about 15 feet away. I hadn't needed my binoculars after all! I soon learned that Lesser Spotted Woodpeckers had been in this area for at least 60 years and that this bird frequently used the small tree's hollow branches to project it's drumming. It had been tormenting the ringers here for months, spending long periods only metres away from the net and once even sitting on the top of it yet has still avoided capture.
The ringing itself didn't turn up anything special (but was still enjoyable as always) with a pair of Bullfinches being the highlight of the morning as well as a first year Blackbird with unusual plumage patterns on its body. 


Come Tuesday I had decided to go back for the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker with my binoculars and a camera to try and get a better view. By quarter past 8 that morning I had arrived with my Grandad (who also wanted to see the bird) to find it drumming in exactly the same small tree as it had been on Sunday morning. The perfect twitch. We watched it and took photos before going to explore the area further. We both got our first views of a Chiffchaff for this year and watched the Pterodactyl-esque Grey Herons flying around, and displaying on, an island Heronry. 
                                                                                   

All in all a great way to spend a Tuesday morning, and a terrific way of rounding off a wild few days. 

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Celebrating the weather

I've been told by nature programmes (I'm looking at you Springwatch) that by feeding birds when times are hard I'll get unusual species coming into my garden to take advantage when natural stocks are low. Now I'm not expecting to be swamped with Crossbills or to have to clear the patio of Corn Buntings whenever I want to leave the house, but a bit of variety wouldn't go a miss.

It's time for the back story. I feed the birds all year round. And I feed them such an array of stuff that my bird food cupboard wouldn't look out of place in an RSPB gift shop with an extortionate price tag attatched to it. There's sunflower hearts, seed mix, niger seed, peanuts, suet blocks and occasionally meal worms. And with such a vast spread, you'd assume I'd be inundated with as many birds as you'd find in the Panamanian rainforest. You'd be wrong.

For the ornithological diversity of my garden consists more or less entirely of House Sparrows. House Sparrows on the peanuts, House Sparrows on the seed mix and House Sparrows on the sunflower hearts. Now I love a House Sparrow as much as the next man, probably more than the next man, but there's only so much House Sparrow a man can take before his eyes begin to wander.
I gaze enviously at gardens filled with Great Tits and Chaffinches, day dream about Siskins and Long-tailed Tits and fantasize at the thought of Nuthatch and Greenfinches. And the things I'd do for a Great Spotted Woodpecker...

The only time the House Sparrow party is interrupted is when the constantly chattering Sparrows aren't deemed loud enough by the neighbourhood Starlings. The Starling flocks make the House Sparrow gatherings look like a sponsored silence. Suet blocks are brutally assaulted, peanuts decimated and whole dishes of meal worms scoffed in a blur of yellow beaks and noise.

This is the situation in general. There's still the Robin who drops in everyday, the odd Blue Tit pair and the Blackbirds. After putting out niger seed for a couple of weeks, I even managed to turn Goldfinches into a fairly frequent visitor but even through the toughest of winter's I've only ever had one Tree Sparrow and a Chaffinch.

However as the snow fell over the past week and the UK was plunged back into winter's icy grip, I began to notice a change in the visitors to the garden. It started with a single Lesser Redpoll on the the niger seed feeder one morning. Over the coming days it kept returning and was eventually joined by two more. It turns out that Lesser Redpolls are becoming far more common visitors to gardens as they begin to take advantage of the niger seed on offer, and I for one hope that we'll be seeing them as readily as Goldfinches in the coming years. They were great little birds to watch, and the trio continued to visit over the next week or so. Little did I know that this was just the gathering garden bird storm. A couple of days later they were joined by a flock of Long-tails on the peanuts as snow continued to fall.

Then, whilst sat at the kitchen table a few days later, I happened to notice a Wren on one of my frequent staring sessions outside to distract myself from University work. A top little bird and an unusual visitor to my garden but as it wasn't using the feeders I couldn't really claim to have wooed it with the promise of a bird feed buffet. A pair of Great Tits then caught my eye (not in that way), followed by a Coal Tit that kept grabbing a seed and flitting back into the elder. All very lovely and entertaining but then came a garden bird A-lister (for my garden anyway). A Marsh Tit. The excitement was so great that any University work immediately had to be put off for a further week. Marsh Tit populations have been declining, particularly in my area where we are catching less and less birds when ringing. On top of that, I've never seen them anywhere near the garden at all at any point in my life so this really was a cracking sighting.

Fast forward a week and the snow is disappearing and all but gone entirely from the garden. The weathers warmed up (we almost hit 8 degrees today....8!) and balance has been restored to my garden bird population. But that's OK. In these times of Starling and House Sparrow declines, its good to have such healthy numbers visit the garden. We get both species regularly nesting in the roof and I recently put up a House Sparrow nest box to encourage more of them to breed here. It's important to help them in any way we can, especially as their nest sites begin to disappear under newly tiled roofs.

Besides, apart from being nice to watch in their own right,
Sparrows feed Sparrowhawks.

And I do love a good Sparrowhawk.

Snow Joke

A day after the Spring Equinox snow had blanketed the whole of the UK. It caused havoc throughout the country and caused widespread bafflement and outrage (trust the British) but at times it was stunning. Here's a collection of picture's from the garden and the local Creswell Crags just to prove it really happened...


The back garden, on a cold December March morning.

That's a hammock frame. Oh the irony.
So much snow!



Out at the Crags, a small area home to Ice Age artifacts and the world's most northerly cave painting.

 
It's like the Ice Age never ended.


Stunning views though.
Well worth wrapping up for.