ACT I
Let’s
get the undoubted highlight of Sunday’s visit to the Reservoirs out of the way straight
away, after 57 days I finally got Pheasant for the patch year list.
In
other news; we celebrated the Return of the Native, Jamie P. He had been MIA
for most of the last few months, feared lost to an evil gang of Larophiles but,
as sure as winter turns to Spring, he suddenly appeared, and to much rejoicing
from the old guard (some older than others).
So
it was with keen anticipation that JP, myself, Lol B and Dave B set off for walk
around the Lockwood. No sooner had I seen my Pheasant (yawns all round) when we
heard a singing Chiffchaff, strangely as Jamie had just been asking if any are
singing yet!
ACT II
‘That
Chiffchaff looks rather pale’ quoth he, ‘O no he’s at it already!’ thinks I. Well I’ll be darned, it was pale, and had a
subtle wing-bar, feint rusty ear coverts, barely any olive tones, very dark
legs and bill. It really looked the part for Siberian Chiffchaff. We played a bit
of song and it reacted quite strongly, unlike the 2 Common Chiffchaffs nearby
which carried on their business regardless. To say Jamie is sharp is an understatement,
and he’s in his 4th decade (technically), think what would get found
if we could get a child prodigy on the patch, (The transfer window is still
open, Dante, if you’re reading thisJ ) It is less than a year since he found
the
last one on patch. (still there on 27th and heard calling ‘iiip’,
the whole enchilada)
pic Jamie P |
So
far our staged intervention was working, but a test lay ahead. Continuing on
around the bank, we, alright, mostly me, tried stringing a distant Gull into a Caspian,
obviously we had high hopes of finding one given the fact that Jamie’s eye must
be well and truly IN, having probably seen more individuals this winter than
any other British Birder, I kid you not. I should have known better than to try
scamming him, though even he said it could have been a hybrid. A born diplomat.
The
drake Scaup is hanging in there, on the ever shrinking water of No.4 reservoir,
though numbers of its Tufted Duck comrades are shrinking almost daily. I wonder
what it thinks each morning when it wakes up? ‘I could have sworn this
reservoir was bigger last night!’ Naturally, given that the levels of Nos. 4
& 5 are about 60% lower than normal our hope for Waders was enormous, our
realization of Waders was tiny – 1 Common Sandpiper, and that is one less than
we’ve had all Winter. Shorebirds, why do you hate us?
The
rest of the morning was a mild disappointment, though that really shouldn’t
have come as a surprise given that it is the end of February. We all parted
ways but I suggested to Jamie that we check the Filter Beds on the way home as Gull
numbers often build up as the day goes on, it was not a hard sell.
Oh yes, it's in there |
ACT III
I
set up my scope and started to check the close small Gulls for my hoped for
Mediterranean, Jamie stared into the distance and then asked to borrow my scope
as he had something ‘Interesting’. It was. Very. A cracking 1st
Winter Caspian Gull, no less. As always the viewing is difficult here, looking
through a double-mesh fence, with half the Gulls distant and/or hiding behind
safety barriers, just imagine what we he could find if we had access…
@birdingprof