If you've been birding for a number years, experience tells you when you should and shouldn't go birding.
Now that I'm retired I should be in prime position to take advantage of the signs. But somehow I'm not listening, or at least not reacting quickly enough.
What I'm talking about is the weather. Yesterday the plan was sound enough. The day dawned fairly sunny, and it was still reasonably mild, so it was not a bad day to slip into winter birding mode and go exploring pastures new.
My theory is that birds have stopped migrating and your local patch is likely to contain the same birds as it had the day before, and the day before that etcetera.
So I tried a random area of farmland between Aston Cantlow and Newnham at the south-eastern edge of my Circle of interest. The upshot was a substantial flock of Linnets (my figure of 179 was the result of a mixture of estimation and counting odd birds), plenty of Redwings and Fieldfares, and a fly-over Yellowhammer.
Linnet |
Where I went wrong was not taking my scope. Years ago checking through Linnet flocks in the hope of finding a lost Twite was worth doing, but in the last twenty years Twites have gone from very scarce to virtually non-existent locally. I need to rediscover my old optimism.
Speaking of which, this morning we woke up to snow falling and settling. The wind has shifted to the north and my birding sense should have been on red alert. To be fair, we had been tipped off that friends were dropping in. So maybe I just switched off.
Come the afternoon, our friends had gone and I slumbered, literally, maybe lulled into a false sense of security by the time of year.
When I finally glanced at the Birdguides app it was too late. Kittiwakes were turning up on Midland reservoirs, a Great Northern Diver at Draycote, and thousands of Little Auks were streaming into the North Sea. I needed to be out there.
The hastily arranged plan was to dash to Earlswood. It sounds as though no-one was looking today, but by the time I arrived there was only half an hour's light left. Gulls were flying off to roost. I'd blown it.
Even so, two drake Goosanders were immediately obvious on Engine Pool, along with two drake Wigeon. I got to the causeway and scanned in fading light. It may well be that there really was nothing much there today, but I wish I'd been there in good time to check.
Never mind, at least there was just enough light to photograph the Goosanders (well one of them), and a remarkably approachable Grey Heron.