From following the excellent Bird Guides website I learned of a bird that had been spotted over a number of days at Priory country park. It's called a Ferruginous Duck. Aside from not having heard of this species, or even what it looked like, I also have to confess to not even know how it should be pronounced. Some research revealed that it is also known as a Ferruginous Pochard or a Fudge Duck. This latter name I can only assume comes from its risk chestnut or dark caramel colouring.
I soon located the lone specimen in a mix of Tufted and Northern Pochard ducks. In the poor light the colour was not easily discernible and I imagine the rich warm colours are saved for their breeding plumage.
It was interesting to be able to learn of and observe a new species close to home, and it reinforces the breadth of variey in the avian world.
Sunday 24 February 2013
Saturday 9 February 2013
A Bitter-n Winter's Day!
After the heavy snow and very cold spell had passed I ventured on to my local patch by visiting the Tring reservoirs. It was a crisp, bright but still cold day, and much snow lingered in the countryside on the way.
Nonetheless, with light winds and bright winter light, it made for a good day in the field. The recent perennial rain, aided by the start of some snow melt, had brought about high water levels on the Startops and Marsworth bodies. These were being enjoyed by a variety of waterfowl including large numbers of tufted duck along with Widgeon, Teal, and the ubiquitous Mallards and Moorhen. I scanned the water for Red Crested Pochard, which I and my girlfriend have seen there before, and is a particular favourite of hers, but to no avail. These striking, and local examples, appear to have an itinerant streak and are somewhat mobile, and I presume these are the same ones seen nearby recently at College Lake. Instead I watched some Northern, or Common, Pochard. A graceful Grey Wagtail put in an appearance on the reservoirs edge whilst I was looking and soon joined by his Pied cousin.
For me the Marsworth reservoir is the more handsome, with its aspect bounded by hedgerows, row of Poplars on the far bank and a swathe of reeds offering opportunities for Buntings of that name. I have read too that it is a favourite roost for the increasingly scarce Corn Bunting. However, I was too early for the opportunity of this spectacle and instead concentrated on finding an elusive bird which I had seen only in East Anglia. A couple of Bittern have regularly wintered at Tring and I hoped to find one on my own patch. After forty minutes scanning of the reeds, during which I was treated to the iridescent spectacle of two flighty Kingfishers, I finally caught sight of a Bittern gently stepping across a cutting in the reeds. He was not that far away in the beds, and, with my scope, I enjoyed the best view of this bird I have ever had, and was afforded the chance to admire the perfect camouflage of his plumage. A hard bird to find, for me, but rewarding of the effort.
Only moments after the Bittern had returned to the reeds, I spied a Water Rail skulking in the sparser reeds and gently walking across the thin, remaining ice at the shallow edges. This particular individual seemed less shy than other members of his species I have usually only glimpsed, and, as with the Bittern, I was able to watch him for some time before I decided to press on.
An excellent day in lovely weather crowned by birds one is not privy to finding too often.
26th Jan 2013
Nonetheless, with light winds and bright winter light, it made for a good day in the field. The recent perennial rain, aided by the start of some snow melt, had brought about high water levels on the Startops and Marsworth bodies. These were being enjoyed by a variety of waterfowl including large numbers of tufted duck along with Widgeon, Teal, and the ubiquitous Mallards and Moorhen. I scanned the water for Red Crested Pochard, which I and my girlfriend have seen there before, and is a particular favourite of hers, but to no avail. These striking, and local examples, appear to have an itinerant streak and are somewhat mobile, and I presume these are the same ones seen nearby recently at College Lake. Instead I watched some Northern, or Common, Pochard. A graceful Grey Wagtail put in an appearance on the reservoirs edge whilst I was looking and soon joined by his Pied cousin.
For me the Marsworth reservoir is the more handsome, with its aspect bounded by hedgerows, row of Poplars on the far bank and a swathe of reeds offering opportunities for Buntings of that name. I have read too that it is a favourite roost for the increasingly scarce Corn Bunting. However, I was too early for the opportunity of this spectacle and instead concentrated on finding an elusive bird which I had seen only in East Anglia. A couple of Bittern have regularly wintered at Tring and I hoped to find one on my own patch. After forty minutes scanning of the reeds, during which I was treated to the iridescent spectacle of two flighty Kingfishers, I finally caught sight of a Bittern gently stepping across a cutting in the reeds. He was not that far away in the beds, and, with my scope, I enjoyed the best view of this bird I have ever had, and was afforded the chance to admire the perfect camouflage of his plumage. A hard bird to find, for me, but rewarding of the effort.
Only moments after the Bittern had returned to the reeds, I spied a Water Rail skulking in the sparser reeds and gently walking across the thin, remaining ice at the shallow edges. This particular individual seemed less shy than other members of his species I have usually only glimpsed, and, as with the Bittern, I was able to watch him for some time before I decided to press on.
An excellent day in lovely weather crowned by birds one is not privy to finding too often.
26th Jan 2013
Saturday 5 January 2013
Happy New Year's Birding
One of the pleasures of bird watching is discovering and exploring new sites in our varied and beautiful countryside. One I recently read about was Thursley Common in Surrey which is an area of heathland, bog and bounded by mixed woodland. Various websites and birding blogs suggested the promise of a rewarding day's birding.
So with the forecast for New Years day suggesting a break from the pluvial inundation that has gripped 2012, I set off early. The day indeed dawned bright and I was granted a clear, if crisp, bright morning with very little wind; fine conditions for winter birding.
The common is a tranquil and picturesque spot and a sad reminder of how much of this crucial habitat has been lost in lowland England. The trees surrounding the car park were already alive with goldcrests, and assorted tits; and the adjacent moat held a number of Canada geese and a pair each of mallards and tufted duck.
A short walk along the boardwalk to the east brought quite a number of stonechats dressed in their winter plumage, but still delightfully brilliant, illuminated by the morning light.
Turning south, I happened across a small clump of pines from the top of which floated the mellifluous song of a smallish, brown, streaked bird, clearly visible at the peak of one tree, and intent on performing for all to hear. Now, I will freely admit (and repeatedly so) that certain groups of birds cause much confusion in the novice bird watcher. Families such as the gulls, the green & yellow warblers and winter-apparelled waders seem, to me, to contain many species who closely resemble each other. Separating them requires a keen eye and a broad knowledge of their idiosyncrasies to establish exactly which species is which. Included in these are the ubiquitous brown birds containing pipits, larks, and the like. However, on this occasion, the dulcet ballad of this bird left me in no doubt it was a woodlark. I had not seen one before and knew of it only from books, but what a minstrel, and one I would gladly travel to hear again and again.
From there I carried on to skirt round what I am given to understand is 'Shrike Hill'. I had recently read of reports of a Great Grey Shrike being seen at Thursley but I did not burden myself with expectations of, what for me, would be an exquisite and exotic find. But within five minutes of taking my leave of the lark, there, not thirty yards away, was the distinctive grey, black and white plumed 'butcher bird'. He stood out well against the sharp winter backdrop, and afforded glorious views by flitting from various perches in his territory. I was soon joined by a fellow watcher who too had never seen one before, and we observed for some time this intriguing winter visitor. I am fascinated by the origin of place names, and I would be keen to learn from anyone who may read my blog, whether the epithet of this mound is an ancient name reflecting a historical record of this bird's presence through the ages, or a more recent title given by bird watchers.
Eventually, as the shrike moved on, I did likewise and came upon a group of birders and photographers, many of who were looking for the bird I had just watched. By now I was in a small area of gorse and soon heard the scratchy call of a Dartford Warbler; a warbler that has the good grace to be of a distinctive and recognisable plumage. After a short search and a bit of patience two individuals came out to perch and show themselves well. A few of us enjoyed the show as they flitted and darted from bush to perch and back again.
So all in all a truly rewarding day and a delightful introduction to a place I would highly recommend. A superb start to my new year's birding.
So with the forecast for New Years day suggesting a break from the pluvial inundation that has gripped 2012, I set off early. The day indeed dawned bright and I was granted a clear, if crisp, bright morning with very little wind; fine conditions for winter birding.
The common is a tranquil and picturesque spot and a sad reminder of how much of this crucial habitat has been lost in lowland England. The trees surrounding the car park were already alive with goldcrests, and assorted tits; and the adjacent moat held a number of Canada geese and a pair each of mallards and tufted duck.
A short walk along the boardwalk to the east brought quite a number of stonechats dressed in their winter plumage, but still delightfully brilliant, illuminated by the morning light.
Turning south, I happened across a small clump of pines from the top of which floated the mellifluous song of a smallish, brown, streaked bird, clearly visible at the peak of one tree, and intent on performing for all to hear. Now, I will freely admit (and repeatedly so) that certain groups of birds cause much confusion in the novice bird watcher. Families such as the gulls, the green & yellow warblers and winter-apparelled waders seem, to me, to contain many species who closely resemble each other. Separating them requires a keen eye and a broad knowledge of their idiosyncrasies to establish exactly which species is which. Included in these are the ubiquitous brown birds containing pipits, larks, and the like. However, on this occasion, the dulcet ballad of this bird left me in no doubt it was a woodlark. I had not seen one before and knew of it only from books, but what a minstrel, and one I would gladly travel to hear again and again.
From there I carried on to skirt round what I am given to understand is 'Shrike Hill'. I had recently read of reports of a Great Grey Shrike being seen at Thursley but I did not burden myself with expectations of, what for me, would be an exquisite and exotic find. But within five minutes of taking my leave of the lark, there, not thirty yards away, was the distinctive grey, black and white plumed 'butcher bird'. He stood out well against the sharp winter backdrop, and afforded glorious views by flitting from various perches in his territory. I was soon joined by a fellow watcher who too had never seen one before, and we observed for some time this intriguing winter visitor. I am fascinated by the origin of place names, and I would be keen to learn from anyone who may read my blog, whether the epithet of this mound is an ancient name reflecting a historical record of this bird's presence through the ages, or a more recent title given by bird watchers.
Eventually, as the shrike moved on, I did likewise and came upon a group of birders and photographers, many of who were looking for the bird I had just watched. By now I was in a small area of gorse and soon heard the scratchy call of a Dartford Warbler; a warbler that has the good grace to be of a distinctive and recognisable plumage. After a short search and a bit of patience two individuals came out to perch and show themselves well. A few of us enjoyed the show as they flitted and darted from bush to perch and back again.
So all in all a truly rewarding day and a delightful introduction to a place I would highly recommend. A superb start to my new year's birding.
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