A Ringing Trip to Cyprus

In April I was able to join up with my ringing group in Cyprus to enjoy 8 days of getting to see and ring some fantastic birds. The group has been visiting this particular region of Northern Greek Cyprus for the last 20 odd years. Not only does it provide a nice place to go on holiday, the ringing is also very important in the understanding of migratory birds and where they go. Cyprus is one of Europe's busiest migration routes and every spring thousands of birds pass through the island as they make the jump from Africa into Europe.
Unfortunately, as you are probably aware, ringers aren't the only people catching birds. The illegal, and frankly absurd, delicacy of songbirds in the Mediterranean fuels the trapping of migrants on a huge scale with Cyprus being the epicentre. Lyme sticks, mist nets, box traps... you name it and the Cypriot hunters are using it to catch migrants. This is having a huge effect on migrant bird numbers and makes it even more important that we continue to study them through ringing to see how we might possibly try to combat this issue and help the birds.
Ringing took place at a number of sites in the picturesque landscape - olive tree plantations, marshes, scrub - and I was able to ring 14 new species as well as adding a good number of birds to the life list.  The scenery was really surprising to me, as I had no idea what to expect. I found an incredibly beautiful landscape with high crags and hills mixed in with old English type farmland alive with Quail song and Corn Buntings.
In summary, I had an awesome 8 days surrounded by very skilled ringers and extraordinarily friendly people. The birds weren't bad either - pictures are below!

Cyprus Wheatear. Dipped the Cyprus Warbler despite trekking across the scrubland mountains in the heat of the afternoon!

Great Reed Warbler

Spotted Crake. First one caught in 20 years of the group visiting Cyprus

Little Bittern

Ortolan Bunting

The most common birds but certainly one of the smartest - Sardinian Warbler

Retrapped Black-headed Bunting that must have recently arrived on migration to its breeding site.

Scops Owl! Rumour has it they're soon to be separated into a new Cyprus species...

Male Black Francolin. Awesome!

Ringed a few of these Spanish Sparrows. One of my favourite birds I've held.

This was pushing for bird of trip for me personally. Nightingale.

Collared Flycatcher was the final bird of the trip and my last new species treat.

A Poem about Crows

The crows are by far my favourite family of birds. The way they look, their intelligence, charisma,and years of mythology and superstition really captivate me. As such, I wrote a lengthy poem covering most of the species of crow that we get here in the UK, as told by the Jackdaw...

Corvid

Allow me to guide you, 

on a tour of my family tree.

But before we go I warn you, 

you may not like what you see. 

Welcome to the black parade,

all clad in death and fear.

When we approach with raucous cackles,

the end is surely near.

Let us start with the henchmen,

the most well known of our kind.

In his dark and fearsome heart,

no remorse there shall he find.

They are the frontline of the clan,

the backbone of the brood.

Turning cheer of fields, woods, and parks,

into a much more sombre mood. 

Now we meet the joker, 

with his rattling serpent laugh.

In two toned coat tipped emerald cloak,

he eyes the creatures cross his path.

For it is not only things that shimmer, 

that catch his beady eye.

He has a taste for song birds,

and it is on these that he will spy. 

He waits atop his sentry post,

for their nests to be revealed.

When he knows he'll get them,

no matter how concealed. 

He wears a shroud of folklore,

hidden under veil of myth.

His cunning lets him fashion tools,

this feathered wiley blacksmith. 

Men of the land believe him the devil,

mischievous tricks does he play.

But he'll spare you that if you tip your hat, 

and send you on your way. 

Sibling bird with lipstick bill,

this bird is called the Chough.

But we banished him to windswept coasts,

for he wasn't tough enough. 

CAW! Comes cry from treetop towers,

as we meet our country brother. 

For while they may look like the crow, 

they are far different from each other. 

With skull grey mask across their face, 

they survey the rural scene.

Floating behind the tractor's teeth,

exploiting the ground where it has been. 

They strut across the picturesque,

a marauding army donned in black.

Plundering the wealth the fields bring, 

and that corvid mind they do not lack.

You can find them by the roadside,

hunched over deaths new soul.

Picking at the blood and eyes, 

keeping true to ghastly role. 

 Whilst death and fear are common here,

we move onto another sin.

For the next upon our family tree,

deceives us of the bird within. 

Burnt pink clashed electric blue,

he wears a magnificent disguise.

Yet for all this aesthetically pleasing look,

this bird is full of lies. 

He leaps around the woodland crowd,

maneuvering throughout the trees.

It it was not for that most shrieking call,

then he could melt on by with ease. 

He can shatter the very warmth of forest,

with that trademark piercing cry. 

And whilst your colours may tell us differet, 

tis with the crows your allegiances lie.

All hail the king! 

roamer of the mountain's peaks.

Our lord understands the wilderness,

and the harsh language that it speaks. 

Bold he fears nothing, 

and resides where eagles dare.

The hostility of his windswept land,

is mirrored in his stare. 

He surveys his untamed kingdom,

his figure marked against the sky.

And it is only those with wild at heart. 

that will here the Raven's cry. 

And for me? Well I'm the Jackdaw,

on death's coat tails I do not roam.

I've given up that kind of life, 

for a quiet country home.

All hail the King! - Catching Kingfishers

For those who aren't proper birders, Kingfishers aren't really a bird at all. They are that flash that streaks down the river side.  It is almost as though they have been concocted from the photons of dazzling orange and electric blue before being pulsated above the waters surface. There is no biological substance to them but the light and sound of their high pitched whistles. Perhaps they don't exist in the physical world at all. Maybe an embodiment of the spirit of the river, the very soul of an ecosystem both beautiful and delicate in one moment.

To see one in detail and have the chance to actually study these birds is something else entirely. To catch one of these sprites unawares and have the chance to watch it preen or fish is as though you have stumbled upon a sacred gem, buried deep within a river temple fit to bursting with biodiversity. It is then that you can appreciate the form of an animal crafted by evolution to deliver the final moments to the fish that swim beneath its feet. A jeweled assassin of the waterways.

To catch one is the ultimate prize. It's as if plucking a star out the sky suddenly became possible or by some powerful force you were able to hold lightning in your hand.

After 5 years of ringing I am lucky enough to say I was able to have such an experience as our group caught a pair at Creswell Crags this past Sunday. A day that will certainly never be forgotten.

The female that was caught first. Her red lower mandible tells you the sex of Kingfishers

The detailing on these birds is out of this world

That flash of blue

Male (foreground) and female side by side

One of the BEST ringing experiences I've ever had

Exploring Potteric Carr

Today I paid a visit to Potteric Carr, a Yorkshire Wildlife Trust reserve just on the outskirts of Doncaster, with a local bird group I am a member of. The site reserve itself is over 500 acres in size and has been growing over the course of the fast few decades as more and more land has been acquired. It has a long history of use and had been drained multiple times during its long history with humans whilst also being part of Hatfield Deer Chase at the time of Henry VIII.
Nowadays it is comprised of a many different habitats including wet woodland (also known as Carr Land, where the the reserve gets its name), open water and scrub. The main habitat type is reed bed however which comprises vast swathes of the area and surrounds almost all of the open water.

Like most reed bed reserves, Potteric Carr entices you in with charismatic species such as Bittern and Water Rail which you will almost definitely fail to see.

I spend far too long looking over scenes like this to never see a Bittern.

 The reserve starts in the very large and new visitor centre which looks more like you're walking into an office block for a 9-5 shift than it does to spend a day birding. Outside the visitor centre is a small feeding station which only needed a tumbleweed blowing across it to be more devoid of life. It wasn't the most scintillating start.

Once the group had gathered together and entry fees were paid, we set out on our way. The first hide we stopped at overlooking a small lake surrounded by reeds included the regulars such as Teal and Mallard etc but was also where we picked up my first new bird for 2015. Nothing outrageous (and we went on to get into double figures during the rest of the day) but a pair of nice Snipe decked out in their sublime camouflage were great to see in the scope.

The next hide held an even greater delight however. The first thing we noticed was a solitary Little Egret sat in a tree in the middle of the lagoon preening itself and generally looking stunning.

Always gorgeous

A member of our group then pointed out a bird down in the corner by the reeds that was probing around feeding which soon took all our attention. A Water Rail. Notoriously shy birds that live out their lives skulking about amongst the reeds, this one gave long, brilliant views to all the group and added another bird to my 2015 list.

Water Rail

Further round at a hide overlooking a feeding station (in front of a lake of course, all the hides here seem to come with mandatory lakes) we got nice views of Reed Bunting, a Jay that came into the bird table, a small vole that warily popped out for some seed when the Jay wasn't around as well as Chaffinch, Blue, Great and Coal Tits. Unfortunately the Willow Tit gave us the slip and must have coerced the Brambling into following suit as he wasn't around either.

A short stop followed at the excellent cafe for a top notch bacon sandwich (that almost went straight in at number 1 for the highlight of the day) and then three of us had a quick look in one of the hides nearby. We'd been told by somebody else that there was nothing to see in the hide but as it's always those hides that turn up the best species when you choose to ignore them, we decided to pop in. It wasn't long before we were rewarded too. Drifting in over the reeds came a female Marsh Harrier that came straight forwards, banked in front of the hide before heading off out of sight. A mesmerising thirty seconds or so.

Once the group had assembled post brunch we set out off to the larger lakes. This included a little stop off at a smaller patch of water where we picked up a nice Kingfisher (strangely getting mobbed by Black Headed Gulls - a behaviour which I had never seen or heard of before). Upon reaching the larger lakes, I resumed my identification battle with juvenile gulls underneath the swirling flocks of over 100 Lapwing. I was able to nail the Common Gulls pretty easily and after a bit of deliberation and confirmation from a more experienced birder, I was successful in ID'ing the juvenile Herring Gulls. Across the other side of the water stood 5 Little Egrets, living proof that these birds' colonisation of the UK continues successfully.

A Grey Heron (left) and 5 Little Egrets enjoying the early afternoon sun

All in all the trip was a very pleasant one and we finished on just over 40 birds for the day. Even the feeding station had picked up by the time we returned to the visitor centre as it creaked under the weight of 2 Blue Tits and a Great Tit. There hadn't been any sight of the Ring Necked Parakeet that had been seen on the outskirts of the reserve over the past few days and not even a hint of a Bittern (although I'm starting to think that it's to be my next bogey bird) but that didn't put a downer on the day. Great views of Water Rail and Kingfisher and 4 new birds for the year, as well as a nice walk and social meet up made for a really enjoyable Sunday.