Sunday June 29

A bright sunny morning. Heading away from Netherstead I soon came across several Marbled White butterflies frantically battling with numerous Meadow Browns, Ringlets and even Large Skippers for prime position on the flowering brambles.

A Marbled White and a Ringlet

Reaching the pool I noticed one or two Swifts flashing past me taking advantage of the abundance of insects. I managed a single shot of one.

My best effort at a Swift so far.

Having said that I was losing interest in plants in my last blog entry, it was almost inevitable I would find something botanical to puzzle out.

It turned out that this very tall plant was Chicory.

At the flash it initially seemed all was quiet, three Teal and a Green Sandpiper still. The muddy bit has been colonised  by tall thick, and above all annoying, vegetation. A few Lapwings poked their heads out of it. Then in a gap behind it a small wader showed briefly. I thought I knew what it was, but after waiting for a quarter of an hour I could see no further sign. I decided to move further along the hedge to a place where I knew there was a tiny gap in the foliage through which bits of the flash were visible. This was a masterstroke and I relocated the bird and confirmed it to be the first Common Sandpiper of the year.  Could I get a record shot through the hedge?

84. Common Sandpiper

Oh yes. I know its terrible, but I'm really pleased to have got any image at all. I only saw one of these here last year, and this could be the only one again.

Returning past the pool, the adult Little Grebes were as elusive as ever, but I got a clear view of the third bird, a fully fledged juvenile.

Little Grebe

Finally, the long grass by the pond produced a striking day-flying moth.

Narrow-bordered Five-spot Burnet

The books tell me that the above moth with the very long name could also be a Five-spot Burnet, but that species has never been recorded in Warwickshire and can only be safely identified from examining it's underwing and genitalia in minute detail. So blow that for a lark, its going down as the commoner more exotic sounding species.

Saturday June 28

After a very wet day yesterday I was tempted to check out the flashes this morning. The grass was both long and wet, so I got pretty soaked even though it didn't actually rain.

In the rather murky light I established that the water level had risen and the Green Sandpiper was still there. The only arrival was three Teals.

I returned via the pool, which now contains three Little Grebes. Despite the gloom several Common Darters and various brown butterflies were on the wing, but the real eye-catcher were the numbers of Cinnabar moths taking to the wing along the footpath back up to the road.

Cinnabar Moth

Although they are quite pretty when perched on a leaf, they become truly startling in flight when the bright crimson underwing is revealed.

I took some more flower shots, but my interest in them is starting to wane, something that seems to happen every year. In another month birds will be centre stage once more.

Summer evening

Tonight was a classic still summer evening. Although I arrived quite late there was still enough warmth in the day for dragonflies to be on the wing.

A female Emperor

I had parked at Netherstead hoping that the Grasshopper Warbler might still be present. It wasn't but half way to the pool I was mobbed by an agitated Whitethroat.

No doubt there were some recently fledged young nearby. The pool itself contained a Little Grebe and two Mute Swans, while at the flashes some waders were present; a Little Ringed Plover and a Green Sandpiper. The abiding memory however was of the sun shining through hoards of tiny insects dancing over the water's surface.

Unfortunately, other insects were taking chunks out of my arms, so I headed back to Netherstead.

Back at the reedbed close to dusk for a change, I found that there was a small Pied Wagtail roost gathering, and counted 17 birds until a Sparrowhawk flew over causing the whole lot to take flight and shoo it away.

Patch tick for Mike

Down the road Mike has had a rewarding visit to his patch. The highlight was a Coal Tit, a first for Middle Spernal Pool, he tells me. A wandering Shoveler was also present, and also three Oystercatchers were at nearby Haselor Scrape.

Some sad news is that the owner of much of the land at both of our patches, Felix Dennis, has died of cancer. I didn't know him at all, but judging from his obituary in the Guardian he seems to have led a very colourful life.

I would imagine that his tree planting legacy will be unaffected in the short term at least.

Back on the Patch a surprise is in store

Sunday June 22 is not a date which would inspire me to think I would find a fourth for the patch, but that is exactly what happened.

As it was a hot sunny morning I started by trying to locate insects by the dragonfly pools. I had just spotted an Emerald Damselfly, when from the reedbed beyond came the unmistakable reeling of a Grasshopper Warbler. I say unmistakable, but I must admit that the fact the sound appeared to be coming from the reeds did worry me a bit. But it did sound like a Gropper.

I spent about an hour trying to see the bird, without success. Actually I suspect it was singing from the long vegetation beyond the reedbed, and since getting home I have listened to Grasshopper Warbler and Savis' (the cause of my slight concern), and am happy it was the former.

Eventually I gave up and went back to getting insect shots. Emperor Dragonflies are now on the wing, and I also saw plenty of Four Spotted Chasers and a late Broad-bodied Chaser.

Emperor Dragonfly

The Emperors were very hard to photograph as they spent long periods on the wing. While trying to get into a position in the nettles to take a shot of the Emperor shown above, I emerged to find a caterpillar on my jeans. I have looked it up at home and have concluded it was a Peacock.

Peacock caterpillar

I carefully allowed the caterpillar to return to the nettles and continued searching for mini-beasts.

Meadow Brown

There are now plenty of Meadow Browns out along with many Large Skippers, Small Heaths, and about six Marbled Whites which unfortunately wouldn't settle.

The pool and flash contained no surprises although I did take my one bird shot near the latter.

Green Woodpecker

I'm not sure if it was the heat, or the fact it was feeding on ants that caused it to pose with its bill open. More insects followed.

Ringlet

A newly emerged Common Darter

Caterpillars (not sure which moth)

Mother Shipton - a day-flying moth

I returned to the dragonfly pools and again heard the Grasshopper Warbler, but it had moved and was now in or behind the hedge between the pool field and the barns. I still couldn't see it though.

Evening update: Jon Yardley and Mark Islip heard the Grasshopper Warbler this evening and also had a returning Green Sandpiper at the Flashes.

The twitch

Thursday June 21.

What this holiday needed was a rare bird. That's what I told Lyn on Thursday, and she was up for it. A housing estate in suburban Lowestoft, lovely.

As twitches go it was pretty much perfection. The directions were easy to follow, and we arrived to find a dozen slightly gloomy twitchers (including Lee Evans who seems to be everywhere) muttering that the bird hadn't been seen for 45 minutes.

We clambered out of the car and took up a position opposite someone's back garden. Our fellow twitchers wandered off to "look for the bird", and Lyn and I were left with one other birder. Five minutes later a small group of Starlings flew out of the garden, and the Rose-coloured Starling was with them. I bellowed "there it is," and it perched obligingly in an ornamental conifer.

The boy !

The others hurried back, but we were ready to go. Bird in the bag. I wish twitching was always this easy.

Minsmere

Tuesday was ear-marked for a visit to Minsmere. Well you've got to go haven't you.

Part of the attraction for us is that several of the hides are wheelchair accessible for Lyn. Unfortunately these were not necessarily the best ones for birds. One thing I approved of was that the reeds had been cut back in several places along the path allowing good views of the local dragonflies, which included this little beast.

Red-eyed Damselfly sp

Unfortunately the one shot I got doesn't show the key identification feature very well so I was left to look at supporting features to decide whether it was Small Red-eyed Damselfly or Red-eyed Damselfly. Pale blueish legs and yellow antehumeral stripes (if its not light reflection) point to it being the former.

Post-script added July 19. The more I look at this photo the more unsafe my identification looks to me. It could be just a Red-eyed Damselfly. So it is now Red-eyed Damselfly sp.

Beyond the little pools one or two Hobbies flew about, and eventually a Bittern flew over. At Bittern hide another two were seen briefly, but it was otherwise a bit disappointing. Eventually I made my way to the East hide, which as happened last year, produced far more birds. About 80 Avocets vied for attention with a good selection of terns and plenty of photo opportunities.

Sandwich Tern and Kittiwake disputing occupation of a wooden bar

Little Tern

The Little Tern was my first for several years (birding Morton Bagot all the time has its drawbacks), and was certainly the star bird. Once pretty common here, the recent population decline is now affecting even the Suffolk coast.

The mid June malaise affected the wader population, and apart from the Avocets and a few Oystercatchers, I only saw a handful of Black-tailed Godwits. The field which last year produced distant Stone Curlews contained only a forest of Ragwort, and the cold northerly blowing down the beach added to a slight feeling of disappointment about the visit.