I want to move to cornwall

Having spent the whole of the winter umming and ahhing about whether or not I could be bothered to go down to Cornwall for the overwintering Spotted Sandpiper at Hayle I finally got the incentive I needed. I had been tempted even more by the Pacific Diver at Penzance but chickened out at the last minute thanks to its elusiveness but the news of a showy White billed Diver at Hayle gave me the shove I needed to embark on my first British twitch since the Black Throated Thrush in Somerset at Christmas 2005!!!
After a 5 hour journey I arrived at Hayle Harbour and was more than mildly pleased to see the Diver happily farting around directly below me off the quay, and was treated to stunning views of this monster bird as it caught crabs (no sniggering at the back there).















The bird then went for a wander down Copperhouse Creek, where it showed down to about 10metres at eye level. It even managed to catch a decent sized fish (which I couldn't I.D) and spent ages trying to swallow it

After the obligatory celebratory pasty from Mr. Philps I wandered over to the Old Quay House Inn to try for the Spotted Sand. On arrival I got told it was over by Lelant Saltings Station so charged off over there. When I got to the station however, a quick scan revealed that the awkward little sod was back over by the Inn again, buggerations. Rather than leg it all the way back over there again I settled down for a scan of the rest of the estuary and picked up a few embarrassing year ticks like Spotted Redshank and Knot. A quick walk over to St. Uny Close and I found the skanky Arab Lesser Whitethroat thing feeding on the bird table, which seemed somewhat bizarre.

After almost being shat on by a very low flying Buzzard on the road between the station and the Inn, I soon got onto the Spotted Sandpiper at a much closer and more acceptable range on the saltmarsh creeks behind the pub. It showed very well through the scope but was a little too far off for any decent photos, especially with the light fading, still, a nice way to round off a great day, the first day with 2 brit ticks that i've had for a while.

After a night at the very pleasant, though rather quiet Penzance YHA I decided to call in at Hayle for another look on the way home. The Spotted Sand was showing nicely below the bridge but again too distant and in appaling light so no more pix. On heading into Hayle itself the WBD was soon found feeding in the Creek below the Swimming Pool.

Whilst watching the diver i noticed a gull flying past out of the corner of my eye. It was only when it was practically gone that I twigged that there was something 'not quite right' about it, it had the overall 'jizz' of a Med gull, but even against the light the mantle seemed worryingly dark. I told the other birders standing next to me (who didnt even see the gull) and then hurried off to Carnsew Basin, where the bird seemed to have disappeared to.
An hour of fruitless searching left me with that terrible feeling when you know you've had something good but it's got away. In a foul mood, and hurling obscenities (and bricks) at every Med or Blk headed gull that loafed past, I sat down on the edge of Carnsew Pool to photograph the Great Northern Divers, no sooner had I done so than some old bastard lobbed a stick in for his dog and flushed the Diver off to the other side of the pool.
































I headed off in hot pursuit along the track around the North edge of the basin and soon wished I was wearing wellies as the path was more than a little damp. I noticed a decent sized flock of small(er) gulls out on the estuary and had a quick scan through with the bins, MY GOD, there it was, although the flock was distant, one of the gulls had a really obvious dark upperwing, it was blatantly a Franklins. I fired off a couple of record shots, then as I was replacing the camera with the scope from my bag, to my horror the flock lifted off and pissed off over the trees towards St. Ives, nooooo! I had less than an hour til my train back home and my first potential proper rare for far too long was slipping away from me. Luckily the flock drifted back and I got good enough scope views in flight to be sure it was a Franklins and then lost the bird completely. After a thorough search, but with no joy I managed to convince myself to be happy with what I had got and headed back to Hayle for another quick peek at the WBD and to catch my train back home.
Overall, a wonderful couple of days birding, that has reminded me just how great birding in Britain can be.

A shoddy record shot of the highlight of the trip
Self-found Franklins Gull, Oh yeah!!!!!!

Portland

I spent last weekend down at Portland ,thinking that there could be a couple of early migrants coming through, somewhat predictablly, there wasn't.
It was generally very quiet with good numbers of Stonechats being the only sign of any movements.
A nice surprise was a 1st winter Glaucous Gull hanging around off the Bill before flying off West.
The usual wintering flock of Purple Sandpipers on the rocks below the Obelisk were typically tame and allowed a few nice shots to be taken, though i did get proper soaked from a rather large wave that i didnt notice until it was too late.



















































Kestrel in the Hut Fields














Dunnock

















A distant Aircraft Carrier, reassuringly identified as 'one of ours' by the locals

A photographic guide to the birds of my garden

This blog gets more exciting every day!! Heres a selection of the latest rares recorded in my garden.



Robin
















Greenfinch




















Blue Tit















Great Tit

More old Pix

The weathers shit and i'm bored. A quick walk down to the fishing lakes this morning was quite frankly, a load of pap, producing 6 mallard, a moorhen and a cormorant.
To lift myself from the doldrums of rubbish inland british winter birding i've just been looking through the pictures from Australia again. heres a selection from the Brisbane area, from last November.

Plum headed finch, a good record for central Brisbane



















Scarlet Myzomela


















Water Dragon on the Brisbane riverside




















White breasted Woodswallow




















Apostlebird



















Blue faced honeyeater

















Little Heron


















Monarch butterfly



















Pallid Cuckoo

Old Pictures

Seeing as how i'm stuck in Somerset doing fuck all until i can get a job, i've just been working through the vast stacks of pictures from the oz trip. Heres a load from the two Wollongong pelagics that i dont think i've put on the blog before.

Wedge Tailed Shearwater


















Black Browed Albatross

















Shy Albatross
















Kelp Gull

















Antipodean Albatross




















Cambell Island Albatross





















Southern Giant Petrel



















Providence Petrel




















Gibsons Albatross
















Brown Skua


















Indic Yellow Nosed Albatross




















Cambell Island Albatross


















Fairy Prion




















Pintado Petrel/ Cape Petrel/ Cape Pigeon

God Bless Australia

Now that we're kicking their sorry arses at cricket again, i'm allowed to like Australians. This clip from BBC news kind of sums up the country. http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/nol/newsid_6360000/newsid_6367700/6367785.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm

believe me, its worth listening for the whole thing, it wont be what you expect to hear.

Finland Trip

Thanks to the World Wide Wonder that is BirdForum i found myself on a long weekend trip to Finland over the last few days on a once in a lifetime chance to twitch one of the rarest birds in Europe, Azure Tit. These birds, which apparently breed in Kazakhstan or some other terrorist infested country are normally very difficult to see anywhere but this winter up to 6 birds have been recorded in various parts of Finland and have been twitched succesfully by good numbers of British birders taking advantage of cheap flights from Ryanair (Anybody who wants to whinge about Carbon footprints and environmental responsibility can get bent!). Over the last few weeks though, the Azure Tits have gradually disappeared (and one turned out to be one of those p(l)eskii blue tit hybrids) leaving only one that we stood a realistic chance of seeing.

9th Feb

After meeting up with Brian Stone, Martin Coates and Richard Allison the previous evening we headed to Stanstead at stupid o'clock where we joined Justin Lansdell and Andrew Wilkinson for the flight out to Finland
We arrived in Tampere airport at midday in temperatures hovering around the -20 C mark and drove North to Uurainen, where another bunch of brit birders had seen the Azure Tit the previous day, and the bird had been coming tothe feeders every day of the previous week. It was looking very hopeful with the feeders being a hive of activity of common tits along with several smart borealis Willow Tits and Crested Tits, plus a few Mealy Redpolls. However, at dusk 3 hours later there was no sign of the bird and we were all extremely cold, as well as slightly pissed off ,but we had no choice but to head on North up to Oulu for the night. on the way up we heard that the group who had seen the tit the day before had seen a Sparrowhawk fly past the feeders holding something white and hadnt seen the Azure Tit afterwards. Just great, the only reliable Azure Tit in Europe had been twatted by a sprawk a day before we got there, we had come all the way to Finland just to see a washed out willow tit.




















Borealis Willow Tit

10th Feb

After the disatrous news from the day before we decided that we ought to spend the day seeing as much of the local specialities as possible, rather than attempt to see the Azure Tit that had been seen on the nearby island of Hasomethingorother, which would entail a long drive across the frozen sea and a search through a 5km long reedbed. The bird had not been seen for a week and to not see it or any local goodies would cause the whole trip to be a complete waste of time.
So we enlisted the serivices of local guide Aapo who took us off to a park in Oulu where a good feeding spot had been set up.
We trekked out through the forest, dodging the cross country skiers on the way. The feeders were buzzing with common tit species and after a short wait the target bird arrived. A Siberian Tit. It quickly grabbed a peanut from the feerder before flying up into a nearby spruce to scoff it, giving us excellent views, a very tidy little bird and a great relief to see something good having put in alot of effort for no return so far.
















Siberian Tits arse (sound like something off of Father Ted)

While watching the tit we got a call from Mike Edgcombe and his team with the incredible news that they had just seen the Azure Tit at Uurainen, the air was so thick with expletives that you would have struggled to cut it with anything other than a very sharp Samuri Sword. It was too far to get to the site to see the bird so we decided to continue birding around Oulu and get to Uurainen for dawn the next day.
Cheered massively after this news and seeing the Sibe Tit we headed to a nearby suburb where a flock of pine Grosbeaks had been seen earlier in the day. The birds were soon located feeding by the side of the road and gave excellent close views, calling frequently and scoffing some rather unpalatable looking berries along with a few Waxwings. A small flock of Mealy Redpoll briefly held a stonking snowball Arctic which soon flew and a possible Lesser Redpoll.

































Pine Grosbeaks


We then headed East out to Vaala where a Hawk Owl was allegedly coming to Voles being chucked out by a local farmer. Despite a brief car malfunction we arrived at the site on time and there in front of was one of the most amazing birds to grace the pages of my first Lars Johnsson bird guide. On schedule the vole was placed out on the snow and the Owl swooped down right in front of us, snatched up the Owl before devouring it up a nearby Spruce. What a superb bird and one that i had wanted to see for a very long time. After this teriffic sighting and with another chance to try for the Azure Tit the next morning the groups morale couldn't have been further from what it had been the night before. We weren't even disappointed by dipping Siberian Jay at a nearby feeding station.

















































The Hawk Owl. What a fantastically brilliant bird!!

11th Feb

After a long drive south the previous evening we arrived at Uurainen at dusk ready to tick off the Azure Tit straight away then drive to the Airport via Siberian Jay, assorted woodpeckers and a dusk visit to a Great Grey Owl.
Unfortunatley, rare birds seldom have any respect for such plans, and 3 very cold hours later the bird was nowhere to be seen, shit! We couldn't leave and try for the other birds in case the tit showed up after we left, so we agreed to stay on until either the bird showed or it got dark.
Thanks to the shockingly cold temperatures and a lot of inaction we had long lost feeling in our toes so Justin, Martin, Richard and a couple of Finns went for a walk down the road to get circulation going, leaving Brian, Andrew, me and a load of Finns, complete with Finn sticks overlooking the feeders very dejectedly at no.93. A few minutes later a finns phone rang and then Brians, something was happening! a glance down the hill saw Richard jump out into the road waving frantically, fuck, they had the bird. We legged it down the hill, trying not to slip on the ice and there it was, a bloody Azure Tit, holy cow! After showing briefly though a cold, panic, exhaustion and adrenalin induced haze the bird disappeared back over our heads into the forest. Luckily it soon returned and showed excellently in nearby trees and feeders.


















THE BOY!!!!!!



































A cold but very happy group at the Azure Tit site

After getting our fill of this supreme bird we realised we still had time to go for the Great Grey Owl south of Tampere. So a few hours later and with the light fading we arrived somewhere else that i can't pronounce. There was no sign of the Owl but a pair of caudatus Long Tailed Tits were very nice and a few crossbills with calls varying between chip chip and chup chup. Just as it was starting to get dark we picked up the Owl flying over the other side of the clearing before perching up in a distant tree. We hot footed around to the relevant corner of the clearing and had fantastic views of this monstrous Owl perched up not too far away. Yet again, this was nother of those birds that i've wanted to see ever since picking up my first 'Field Guide to the Birds of Britain and Europe'. It was far too dark to take photos and all icould manage was this horrifically noisy effort, even with mirror lockup, self timer, ISO shitthousand and a shutter speed long enough for the bird down pick up a passign vole and return to its perch.

















The Mother of All Owls (along with Hawk Owl of course)

We returned to the airport just on time but thanks to the useless bastards at 'The low efficiency Airpline' the plane was delayed until the following afternoon, and annoyingly didnt quite leave us enough time to go for the Siberian Jays a few hundered k's up the road.

We finally arrived back in England only 14 hours late but not particularly pissed off about it thanks to the trip being so damn good. It was certainly a case of quality over quantity with 'only' 5 lifers for me but including some of the best birds in the Western Palearctic, wherever the hell that is.

Goosander

Seeing as how i'm too tight to pay £10 to a bunch of supressing yorkshiremen to see their Pacific Diver i took a walk down to my local fishing lakes today to find my own.Unsurprisingly there wasn't one there, but a female Goosander was ample compensation (almost) and a very nice patch tick.

British birding sucks

Pah, i've been back a week and a half now and i've only had one lifer (the parakeets at heathrow). Ok, so it is february and i cant be arsed to twitch the few good birds that there are in the country but it's a bit of a comedown after the ticking frenzy of the last 7 months.
I spent the last week on portland which was typically quiet for the time of year. The birding was better on the mainland with a visit to Castle Cove in Weymouth being pretty good with the overwintering Yellow browed warbler and a Firecrest. Portland harbour had up to 3 Great Northern Divers and a Slavonian Grebe along with loads of Red breasted mergansers. A day trip out to Arne was also worthwhile with the expected Dartford Warbler, Avocet and Spoonbill being nice year ticks.