Perfectly Sociable

The recent discovery of a Sociable Lapwing in Cornwall reminded me of an exciting episode that featured in NQS Mk 1. So I've dipped into the archive for this topical excerpt...

 

12th October 2008 - A Little Twitching

...we headed round to Old Town via a Black Redstart (trip-tick pour moi) and then up to the Longstone Cafe, where most of us spent about half an hour consuming sensible lunches, whilst I spent one and a half hours consuming most of their stock. Eight thousand calories later I was helped upright and we v-e-e-e-ry slowly made our way towards Trenoweth, right up the far, far end of the island, where we were hoping to add another Yellow-browed Warbler to our tally. Just as we heard it call, Paul's pager went off. Olive-backed Pipit at the Dump, almost all the way back to Hugh Town - a good 45 minute walk (a brisk one, even). Should we bother? We were very tired, and I was very turgid, but how could we not? My bulging gut was absolutely delighted to be bounced vigorously back down the island. We arrived to news that it had flown ages ago, up towards the Health Centre. OK, enough torture, let's walk very gently indeed back to our digs up on the Garrison - another 20+ minutes. I was, frankly, knackered.

Once indoors I flop gratefully into a chair. The pager again: OBP relocated in field next to Health Centre! It has to be done. Paul and I head out once more, down the hill towards Porthcressa, and up the steep and evil Buzza track to the Health Centre. Trying to look cool and relaxed whilst gasping and sweating is a tough number, but I think we pulled it off. The bird hadn't been seen since the pager message had been put out. Great. There were quite a few hopefuls peering into the field from all angles, and we joined a crowd out on the main road to await developments.

Ah, this was twitching - just like I remembered. The chasing, the dipping, the sweating, the hoping it pops up in front of YOU, and not that lot over there. One tool that Paul and I did not have was a CB radio (or whatever they're called these days). However, lots of them were attached to nearby birders, and suddenly they all crackled into life:
"Er....possible...er, possible, um.......Sociable Plover......[static]....[graunch].....towards Porthellick....."
Oo-er, no mistaking the import of that! Everyone, to a man and woman, about-faced and peered in the direction of Porthellick (which was totally out of view, way over the other side of the airport). Look at them all:

After a few minutes of folks at Porthellick saying "nothing here" and everyone starting to relax a bit and to think "string, I'll bet it's total string" another voice seeped out of the ether. Now it has to be admitted I am paraphrasing, but I promise I am not making this up - the radio exchanges went something like this:
"Er, on the airport...on the airport...there's this, um....bird....I'm looking at this bird"
Silence.
"Hello? Birder on the airport? Come back?"
"Yeah, I've got this bird on the airport.....by the turning circle"
Dick Filby, brisk, authorititive, mildly frantic: "What bird do you have on the airport??"
Our mate on the airport is clearly a little shy about using actual species names, and launches into a tentative description.
"It's got...er...black wingtips......"
"What kind of bird is it?"
It's like Twenty Questions. But quite exciting. A little thrill is rippling through the assembled mob.
"....and a creamy supercilium...."
By now you can hear the clatter of tripods being collapsed and folded.
"...and a dark crown...."
OK. That's enough! Let's GO!
Somehow Paul blags a lift off a local with a Transit van full of builder's gear and 4 of us pile into the extremely cluttered back. As he's shutting the door and putting us into total darkness he casually mentions that we should be careful, 'coz there's a load of glass and stuff in there. One of the guys immediately wants to get out again (I kid you not), but it's too late - there are three of us between him and the door (which is locked anyway) and we've already started to move. A few minutes later we are spilling out again - all of us surprisingly intact (and one of us possibly slightly embarrassed) - and hurrying across forbidden bits of airport. Scope up. Well I never......

Sociable Plover - an authentic Scilly Airport biggy!

By now it was gone 6:00 and pretty soon after this a load of mist rolled in and blanketed the island. We nabbed a taxi to take us back to the Garrison, briefly glimpsing the Red-breasted Flycatcher that had turned up there earlier in the day. A 5 minute hobble to the cottage and we were done. Totally.

The next day the Friendly Plover paraded (very slowly, and occasionally) around the Standing Stone Field at Lower Moors. We rolled up just after midday and I performed a little digiscopy. Here is a selection of the more in-focus efforts:

[Edit. Actually, in the spirit of 2020 minimalist birder's photos, here is just one effort, arguably the most evocative one...]

The Standing Stone field doesn't look much like this any more

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Today's birding was squeezed into about five minutes between jobs, and another fifteen at the end of the day. Not without reward though. Steve discovered three Egyptian Geese on Bridge Marsh at lunchtime. The species is rather scarce locally. But then so are Black Swans and free-flying Budgerigars. Anyway, I still went for a quick look...

Oof! Get IN!

As dusk fell I hoped that a Cattle Egret or two would fly in to roost with the Little Egrets at Coronation Corner. In the event I did even better. Four Cattle Egrets dropped on to the far bank of the river among a group of 20+ Littles, prompting me to try for a photo in the gloom...

Cattle Egrets are far left, third from left, and the two birds immediately right of the Heron. Obviously.

Still Birding. Just.

Well, it's been three weeks since the last NQS post. Three weeks of intensive DIY, a modest helping of paid work and a little birding. Where shall I start? Do you want to know about the hot & cold replumb? The kitchen downlights saga? Are you even slightly curious about the pipe-soldering power of a Rothenberger Superfire 2 gas torch? Exactly. Which is why this blog has been a bit quiet.

Also there has been running. Previous efforts to get a decent running habit established have been thwarted by injury every time, so I'm trying a run/walk type approach. This involves alternating 2-10 minutes running with 30 sec-2 min walk breaks. So far so good. I've got about nine runs under the belt in three weeks, mostly around 3-4 miles, and can already detect a reasonable improvement in the cardio-vascular department. I was never a fast runner, but in my early thirties once managed slightly quicker than 6'30" per mile for a half marathon. At nearly twice that age (and almost 10kg heavier) it is sobering to realise just how out of reach is such a blistering pace! Never mind, at least I can still run!

I've noticed that my urgent need to get out for an early birding walk has waned somewhat. There have been one or two short afternoon outings at the weekend, but most of my mid-week birding has involved lunchtime. And already I've been investigating the sewage works for Sibe Chiff potential. So far there have been few Chiffs of any kind, with 6+ at Colyton WTW the best count. However, I did have brief and annoying views of a good tristis candidate at Kilmington, but there was no sign of it on a subsequent visit. Early days though...

My best recent bird is probably this...

This Seaton Black Redstart was a nice distraction from work last week.

It is rapidly approaching the season when gulls occupy more of my birding time than almost anything else. In fact, that's happening already. Even a recent visit to West Bexington beach was basically just gulls and little else...

Several Med Gulls, but nothing bigger and more exciting.

There is loads more DIY on my to-do list, and with the added constraints of short winter days and the need to earn a few bob, my birding time is going to be at a premium. Still, if you see me parked up beside the Axe Estuary, peering at gulls, you can be certain of one thing...

It will be lunchtime.

3rd-winter Yellow-legged Gull

Identifying large gulls can be a bit fraught. Having made plenty of boobs in the past I do unfortunately over-think it sometimes. Like anyone else I have an aversion to cocking up, and big gulls are fertile ground for that. So I tend to be a bit cautious. Like last Friday. Checking through the Axe Estuary gulls with Clive I spotted a darker mantled bird which looked a good candidate for Yellow-legged Gull, though not an adult. Within seconds I was over-thinking like a good 'un. Was it perhaps a Herring x Lesser Black-backed hybrid? Or in some other unspecified way less than pure? I expressed my concerns to Clive and took a few photos for checking later. This overly-cautious approach is doing my head in a bit. Instead of coming to a firm ID conclusion in the field I keep going home with big question marks over a perfectly identifiable bird. I feel like I've got the gull-watcher's yips.

Anyway, here's the bird...

Yellow-legged Gull?

A number of features point to its immaturity, including the brownish wing coverts, washed-out legs, heavy black band on the bill and lack of obvious white tips to the primaries. Like a couple of other recent birds, my concerns were totally unfounded. It is a 3rd-winter Yellow-legged Gull. A few more photos, with useful ID pointers highlighted...

The combination of features illustrated here not only identify the bird to species, but also age it nicely. For any poor souls tempted to get into all this kind of trivia I recommend browsing the YLG michahellis pages of the Gull Research website. Excellent.

I suppose caution is better than over-confidence, but it's getting a bit annoying now.

A Good Day

It's funny how things go sometimes. Unexpected events connect like falling dominoes and reward you with something nice...

I had time for a quick walk this morning, and for a change chose a West Bay to Eype route. Heading up the cliff path a flock of about 10 Siskins bombed E below me, which was a good start. I rarely see other birders locally so was surprised to spot one five minutes later, evidently set up for a bit of vis-migging. We said hello as I walked past. Being a bit of a loner, normally that would have been that, but a few yards further on I had second thoughts and retraced my steps. I realised this must be Tom Brereton, whom I had never met but know has been vis-migging at West Bay for years. It was. So we said hello a bit more fully and chatted for a few minutes, then I headed on as before.

For the return leg I decided to take a slightly more inland route which cuts through a holiday park. As I opened the gate into it my phone beeped. It was a direct message from Tom Brereton to me via Twitter: Snow Bunting just dropped in near pods. Oof! I was just 200 yards away, so very shortly, this...

When you're gorgeous and you know it... Snow Bunting.

So yes, if I'd carried on being my usual unsociable self I would have missed out on this little cracker!

Snow Bunting is quite rare locally. Twice I can recall birds putting in decent stays at Seaton, on the shingle east of the Yacht Club, and a single on Beer Head, but that's my lot I think. Unless you count one I saw by the River Exe at Turf Lock. Certainly this is my first in the Bridport area.

This bare patch of ground was clearly full of seeds.

Apart from the Siskins I saw nothing else of note at all, and this theme played out all day. Except for a single Goldcrest, a few Blackbirds, and the ubiquitous Robins which are forever toying with you as they dive around like something rare, the bushes felt dead. Likewise the sky. The sea. Everything. And then, right at close of play...

Male Black Redstart in West Bexington

Initially I assumed this was the bird which arrived on 22nd October, but maybe not...

First of all it hasn't been seen for several days. And secondly, although today's bird was always distant its white wing-panels appeared to be a lot less striking. So it is probably a new one. Bit of a coincidence getting consecutive males though. And literally across the road from one another.

So that's today. A good day.

Today and Yesterday

For the first time in a few days I was looking forward to getting out birding nice and early. Very chilly, with clear skies and a light NW, finally a respite from the wind and rain. Cogden looked fantastic...

Sunrise...

In the end it was just a nice walk with loads of vis-mig. I didn't see or hear anything especially notable, but headed off to work nicely refreshed...

Around 14:00 a message appeared on the patch WhatsApp group to the effect that a Crane was on view from the Colyford Common hide! I wasn't in a position to do much about that news, but some time later made sure I passed a handy viewpoint en route to my next job. No joy. I wasn't bothered though. Likely it would be one of those Great Crane Project birds, virtually plastic. We had one on the Axe a few years back, but thankfully I saw a 'proper' one with Phil in December 2004, several years before they were being released willy-nilly on the Somerset Levels. Even so, after work I stopped off at Coronation Corner and had a scan up the river, where I heard it was seen most recently. And indeed, there it was. The time was 16:45 and the light was dreadful, so I only bothered with a distant record shot. With a massive bird like a Crane you don't need too many pixels for a record shot...

And there it is, showing beautifully above the depth gauge.

So, yesterday...

On Twitter I follow a chap called Thomas Miller, a birder based in Oxfordshire. Oxon gets a good helping of Caspian Gulls and Thomas frequently posts photos of local birds. Yesterday he shared a couple of close shots of a super-smart first-winter Casp. It reminded me ever so much of the beaut that I saw at East Bexington a few weeks back. And then a ludicrous thought occurred. It couldn't be the same bird could it? I looked closer...and immediately spotted a single grey feather in the greater coverts...exactly like my bird. Surely not?! I quickly pulled up my photos to check...

The 1w Casp at East Bex on 5/10

Thomas has kindly let me nick his photos...

Same bird at Farmoor Res on 3/11 (compare greater coverts as ringed in photo above)

 

And check out the beautifully pale underwing...

What a cracking gull!

One more photo. This particular individual demonstrates perfectly why you can often describe Caspian Gulls as being 'on stilts'...

Mega-stilts! Thomas took this photo on 31/10. Also at Farmoor Res.

Apparently this bird has been in the area since at least 17th October, when it was seen by Ian Lewington on the tip at Didcot, just 12 days after my encounter with it at East Bexington. Thomas has photographed it loafing on wet fields at Appleford, and at the Farmoor roost.

I was absolutely delighted to learn all this. Finding out where 'your' birds go is such a buzz for gull watchers. And it illustrates one of the reasons I love them so much - they are just so mobile! A quality gull might appear almost anywhere...

East Bex to Appleford (90 miles) to Farmoor (8.6 miles)

I'll close with one last record shot of the Crane. This was taken at 17:06; it was almost dark. I was curious to see what the P900 could manage. Zoomed up to 500mm, rested carefully on my scope and shot with a 2-second timer delay...

1/5 sec at ISO 1600

Identifiable. Just.

I almost forgot to mention...

The Crane turned out to be unringed. However, as I understand it this may not necessarily mean it's definitely not from the release scheme. Birders find this kind of detail very annoying. I sympathise. Being a birder, I would...

White Gulls

A white-winged gull, ie Glaucous or Iceland, is a realistic late-season prize for many birders. I managed to miss both last winter, but around here they are pretty much annual. Locally I'm not sure I've seen either species any earlier than February though, and for me Iceland Gulls have outnumbered Glaucous at least three to one. However, an 'early' white-winger is not unknown in the southwest; certainly I've seen Iceland Gull on Scilly in mid-October, and I recall Steve finding a smart juv Glaucous Gull on the Axe in November one year. So when Tim Farr spotted a smallish white-winger out on the water at Sutton Bingham Reservoir on October 15th he was pretty chuffed about getting an early Iceland Gull. A few photos, courtesy Tim...

Exciting stuff! An early white-winger at Sutton Bingham

The bill pattern and dark eye point to 1cy Iceland Gull, but...

 

At this point the bird flew to the causeway of the reservoir and perched up among other gulls. It really was as white as it had looked out on the water, but Tim soon had doubts about the identification. He concluded that it was not an Iceland Gull after all, but rather a leucistic version of something much more common.

Here's what it looked like on the bank...

Not an Iceland Gull?

Tim posted some pics on Twitter, mentioning that he had written the bird off as a leucistic job. However, that was not the end of the matter...

Some disagreed with Tim's diagnosis, suggesting that it looked fine for a rather bleached, worn Iceland Gull. So I looked at it again...

My gut reaction had been the same as Tim's. Although I thought it promising on the water, the photos on the deck portrayed a bird which to me just 'looked' wrong. I too would have written it off. But now I tried to view it a bit more critically. Had I got it wrong? Was this bird in fact an Iceland Gull?

For me this bird nicely illustrates an aspect of gull-watching which has struck me as becoming more and more evident in my own analysis of tricky birds: the 'look' of a bird, its jizz. When you have sifted through thousands and thousands of gulls in that search for something different you begin to realise how much you rely on jizz for picking out the oddity. However, the problem with jizz is its subjectivity. And because it is subjective it is open to interpretation. In the case of this particular individual, some birders are happy that it's an Iceland Gull, others quite the opposite. Logically it has to be one or the other, so how do you get past jizz and make a convincing case for its true identity?

I shall try...

Age

First up, the bicoloured bill and dark eye point to this being a first calendar-year (1cy) bird. I would concede it might be older, but I highly doubt it. Iceland Gull in its second calendar-year (2cy) would normally have a paler iris and less black on the bill. A Herring Gull of that age might have a similar bill to Tim's bird, but ditto a pale iris. So let's stick with the age being 1cy.

Which means it's been out of the nest and independant for what, three months? Four at the outside? A bleached, worn juv/1w Iceland Gull in late winter I can accept, but mid-October?

Okay, suppose it is actually a 2cy bird. And suppose it is actually an Iceland Gull. A 2cy Iceland Gull with an atypical bill pattern and atypically dark iris...

If that is the case it will recently have completed its wing moult. The outer primaries especially should be very fresh. Likewise the head and body moult will have taken place through the summer months, so the bird should look pretty neat and tidy by October. As we shall see, this bird is neither.

Structure

Structure-wise, Iceland Gulls are normally quite obvious. Smallish for a large gull, with fairly short legs, a full body, long wings, and a lightweight bill. Vaguely dove-like I suppose. I thought it might be helpful to put together a collage of random Axe Estuary birds to give an overall idea of what your average Iceland Gull looks like structurally...

Axe Iceland Gulls. At least 7 or 8 individuals are depicted here.

There's a fair bit of variation evident among those birds, from the diminutive little thing at bottom left, to the rather more butch individual bottom right.

And here's Tim's bird again...

Hmmm...

Personally I find it hard (okay, impossible!) to reconcile the appearance of this individual with what Iceland Gulls normally look like structurally. Doesn't the bill look hefty in this pose? Note too the scraggy plumage; it doesn't look neat and tidy at all.

Finally...

Plumage

A white gull has no plumage characters, right? Thankfully that is not always true, because white doesn't necessarily mean white. In the photo above you can clearly see some darker markings on the scapulars, and possibly the head. So I reduced the highlights on one of Tim's shots and got this...

No longer white

The scapulars are noticeably darker than the rest of the plumage, and what is particularly helpful is the shape of those markings you can see. They are very obviously anchor-shaped. Iceland Gulls typically do not have bold, anchor-shaped markings in their scapulars. Take another look at the collage of Axe birds and note what a normal Iceland Gull looks like. Those are late-winter birds, but in October the patterns would have been just the same, albeit fresher and more contrasting.

And note especially the central photo in the collage. Immediately right of the Iceland Gull is a first-winter Herring Gull...with anchor-shaped markings in its scaps.

I'll leave it there.

Personally I reckon Tim's analysis of this bird was spot on. It's a leucistic 1cy Herring Gull. Leucism leads to a bird's feathers being much less robust than normal, which means they wear very quickly. So leucistic birds often look rather scraggy, like this one.

Back in 2010 I got pretty excited about a white gull which had just dropped in among the Coronation Corner gathering on the Axe. I was convinced I had an Iceland Gull, and called over a fellow birder to point it out to him. Rather quickly though, I had second thoughts...

Even in this apalling digiscoped effort it doesn't 'look' right, does it?

A few days later it gave itself up properly by the tram sheds...

The pale eye points to 2nd-winter, but absolutely no plumage features at all!

 

Subsequent events proved fairly conclusively that this bird was a leucistic female Herring Gull, though there was initially some debate that it might be a Lesser Black-backed. Crucially though, its build, its structure quite clearly did not belong to an Iceland Gull. But that didn't prevent regular reports of a 'white Iceland Gull' during its stay with us. Which just goes to show that gulls are difficult. And in this case, even relatively 'easy' species like Iceland Gull are not always straightforward.

At the end of all this I will add a caveat...

I am not infallible and could be wrong. Perhaps Tim's white gull really is an Iceland Gull. However, I've done the best I can to be objective about the creature, so would take some persuading!

Finally, I wish you all the best with your winter gulling!

Ooh! A white-winger! Er...oh...wait a sec...

From the Archives...

Earlier this evening I was looking for photos of an interesting gull which visited the Axe in 2010. The search led me to the archived pages of NQS Mk1 where I found a post by Davina Wydegirth, an occasional contributor in those days. Although silly nonsense, the memories it evoked made me smile. So I shall resurrect it here.

The date is 8th January 2010, and we are in the grip of a freezing spell of weather which produced some spectacular winter birding, including this patch tick for everyone...

Davina WydeGirth - on Location at Black Hole Marsh

A late night tip-off had me at Seaton cemetery for 08:00 sharp. Gavin looked a bit sheepish when he saw me there, obviously realising that I now knew I was NOT on his 'Devon Birders Big & Serious Text Group'. I gave him a conciliatory smile, promised to leave him out of all the photos, and watched very carefully as he took out his phone and rectified the omission.

We marched down the track and Steve filled in the details for me. Apparently we were going to stake out the spot where a Bittern had been seen going to roost last night. A Bittern is a rare bird - a cross between a Heron, a Short-eared Owl and a reed bed - and would be a patch tick for everyone.

We stood at the required spot, and waited. The mood was optimistic...

L to R: Steve (with front-loading doughnut dispenser), Karen and Bun

Steve was grinning continuously just at the PROSPECT of adding Bittern to his patch list. He handed us all a doughnut each, and ate six.

Nothing happened for a while. It was absolutely FREEZING, but Karen kept complaining (smugly and loudly) that her feet were too warm. Gavin kept mumbling 'Let's go in, and boot it'. Bun kept looking at the doughnut bag. Steve kept eating, and grinned a great deal.

"Let's boot it!" Gavin again.
"No," said Steve. "Let's see if it's already come out of the roost and is back on the ditch where it was first seen yesterday. Why don't we have a quiet walk along there and take a look."
"Good idea," said Gavin, "We might boot it."

And that is exactly what happened. As the Bittern flew up from the ditch all four birders followed it in silence with their bins. When it landed out of sight I heard a squeaky 'Let's boot it AGAIN!' and was instructed to wait where I was as the quartet marched meaningfully round a bend in the path...

When they returned it was doughnuts all round, then Bun headed off to work. Gavin's phone rang. It was Brian, from Exeter, asking if it was worth travelling up to try for the Bittern. Gavin said it was, then rang off and suggested booting it 'good and proper' before Brian arrived. The others thought this was a brilliant idea.

A bit of barrier negotiation was now necessary. This proved tricky for Karen. Having worn so many clothes, she found it impossible to bend sufficiently to get over the gate. The others found a hole in the fence and posted her through it like a tightly rolled newspaper. Unfortunately they were not able to find the Bittern again, so Gavin stalked a Juncus patch and kicked every clump.

Brian turned up. So did Ian M.

 

L to R: Karen (check out those slippers!), Brian (cheerfully optimistic and clearly ignorant of all the booting), Steve (now WELL beyond simple grinning, and all out of doughnuts), Ian M (Bittern-less unfortunately, as is evident).

Two more birders were seen approaching...

Andy and Dave

After anxiously checking with the locals that the chippy would be open soon, Dave asked about the Bittern. Gavin, Steve and Karen exchanged meaningful looks (Gavin concealing his scuffed right boot) made their excuses and left, Ian going with them. I heard later that Brian, Dave and Andy carefully walked 7 miles of ditch before coming across a dented Bittern.

 

Postscript

Phil missed the Bittern that Friday, but caught up with it the following day and provided us with a photo opportunity...

Bittern at Colyford, 9th January 2010. I've still only seen 3 on the Axe patch.