The late shift

This evening I didn't get to the patch until 8.15pm for no better reason than a desire to watch the cricket highlights.

It was a sunny, quite still evening, and the reed-bed at Netherstead immediately provided me with a little reward as an agitated Reed Warbler mobbed me.

Reed Warbler

I arrived at the pool just in time to see a birding couple heading back up the slope to Bannams Wood. I failed to recognise them, and wondered what they had seen. At the flash I was initially met with a birdless scene. Not a thing on the nearest flash, and only Geese and a few ducks visible on the furthest. Eventually I spotted a Green Sandpiper, a few Teal and the Shelduck. Then a cow arrived for a drink and spooked a previously unseen Common Sandpiper. Things were looking up.

The Redstart started calling in the hedge, and I just caught a flash of orange but not enough to determine age or sex. Another call, this time Common Sandpiper. It had evidently flown to the nearest flash. The light was fading but I got a record shot.

Common Sandpiper

More calls, this time Green Sandpipers. Seemingly from nowhere six Green Sands joined it. Presumably they had all been hiding on the furthest flash. Satisfied that I wasn't going to see anything else I started to head back. Eight Swifts appeared, and hawked late flying insects over the pool. Scanning the pool itself, a movement caught my eye. A fluffy grey tail disappeared behind a patch of sedge. I thought I knew what it was, and sure enough I was soon proved right.

Eat your heart out Springwatch

This was my first daylight Badger here. I did see one in the car headlights once, and the discovery of the occasional corpse proves there is a healthy population, but for a diurnal birder like myself this was, as they like to say on the telly, quite a treat. The final bird of the evening was a seventh Green Sandpiper, this time on the pool.

Not a bad evening.

Pacific Golden Plover

This weekend turned out to be all about numbers. Yesterday was great. We went to see a Henry IV Part II in Stratford followed by a splendid meal with friends in the rooftop restaurant. Marvellous. On the other hand, birding being a numbers game, one or two things were niggling away. To start with, on my walk back from the paper shop I spotted a large bird heading west over our house. I sprinted the 50 yards back to the house, found my bins, and dashed to the garden. It had gone. I think it was a Kite, but not convincing enough to get on the garden list. Then, just before our friends arrived my pager told me there was a Pacific or American Golden Plover at Middleton RSPB.  Oh heck. A last check of the pager before we set out. It was American G P , phew! Don't need it. Later that day, in the evening, I glanced at my pager again. It had been a Pacific GP. Not just a Mids tick, but a British tick to boot.

It was a warm night and our bathroom got a new moth. Marbled Beauty. I log them, but I've never bothered to count them up. Its not like they're birds.

So, this morning the PGP was still there. Off I went. It's so long since I went to the Tame valley that the RSPB reserve at Middleton didn't exist. So that was a tick too. I was slightly disappointed with it. Not enough signs (hard to believe at an RSPB reserve). A lot of my fellow twitchers looked distinctly lost. If I'm honest, the Pacific Golden Plover was a bit disappointing too. It wasn't the bird's fault, it was in stunning summer plumage, but it was also miles away. A dot, which kept disappearing behind vegetation. Too far away to photograph with my little camera. But since when did that stop me. Record shot coming up.

Its about 5 o'clock from the Little Egret !

Still a tick is a tick. Bird number 294 for the West Mids, and 436 on my British list. There were some other birds there but I was pining for my patch and by 10.45 I was back at Morton Bagot.

Strictly speaking there is nothing to report for the rest of the morning. But my competitive juices were still flowing and photo-ticks presented themselves. First up was one of two Nuthatches chasing each other around in the copse at Netherstead.

88. Nuthatch

In my now restricted morning, I marched to the flash where another species which has avoided my camera so far was waiting for me.

89. Starling

My excuse for putting this completely duff shot onto the blog is that I have lost patience with the species. There were stacks last winter, but they were all either flying over or feeding distantly on fields to the north of the patch. Amazingly none breed here, so I just get the odd wanderer from Redditch. They like to keep company with Lapwings and hence its now on the photo-list.

I did get a couple of shots of other birds which I like a bit more.

Raven

Wren

The flashes also contained 4 Green Sandpipers, 79 Lapwings, seven Teal, a juvenile Shelduck, and 34 Greylag Geese including a white one.

Wednesday July 23

This evening it was warm and sultry. Perfect for biting flies! I met fellow sufferer Mike Lane as he was lugging away half a ton of camera equipment including his hide. At least he'd seen some birds. He mentioned a Cuckoo (presumably juvenile) and also that up to three Little Egrets have been visiting College Lake in Studley lately.

I continued to the flash where things seemed pretty stable. I saw four Green Sandpipers, two Shelducks, 65 Lapwings and five Teal.

Juvenile Shelduck

Lapwings and Shelducks

The highlight of the evening was not the invisible Redstart (still calling) nor the visible Chiffchaff (also calling) but was my first Southern Hawker dragonfly of the year which was attracted to the flies buzzing around my suffering form. I was cheering it on, feeling like a human bird table, well dragonfly table strictly speaking.

Sunday July 20

It was a largely overcast morning, but pretty warm with hardly any breeze. Dave and I started from Netherstead as usual, and steadily accumulated pretty typical bird species, including several family parties of Whitethroats, and also juvenile Sedge Warbler, Kestrels, and Green Woodpeckers. At the main pool the first brood of Tufted Ducks this season totalled six ducklings.

Perhaps it was the presence of this brood which caused us to hurry past and get to the flashes. Here, the despair I exhibited in midweek was proved to be unfounded. The near flash was full of water, and birds. Specifically two adult and three juvenile Shelducks, 67 Lapwings, seven Green Sandpipers, a Redshank, and two Teal.

The three juvenile Shelducks

During our walk we had been noticing that there were a lot of Skippers on the wing, some tatty Large Skippers, and about equal numbers of Small and Essex Skippers posing their usual identification challenge.

Essex Skipper showing its diagnostic dipped in ink antennae tips

We reached a gate over which we often peer. The hedgerow on the far side of the field can be good for migrants. Today came up to the mark when Dave spotted a juvenile Redstart shivering its tail and allowing me the opportunity of a poor quality photo year-tick.

86. Redstart

A little further on I got a nice shot of one of several Common Emerald Damselflies.

Common Emerald Damselfly

The area of long grass at the back edge of the patch is great for insects at this time of the year, and a faint "tip" at my feet led me to find two male Dark Bush Crickets squaring up to one another.

Dark Bush Crickets

The thistle heads were full of Gatekeepers and Meadow Browns, and also a single Small Copper. However, one butterfly which has been a little scarce here this year was pointed out by Dave.

A really tatty Red Admiral

We completed our circuit. Dave had to leave earlier than usual so I decided to head back to the flashes with a plan in mind. Last night I had phoned Mike Inskip to see if he had seen anything on his patch lately, and he said he had found some newly emerged Small Red-eyed Damselflies. I therefore headed back to the pool where they had been found last year, and sure enough about a dozen were present exactly where we saw them in 2013.

Small Red-eyed Damselfly

This species only turned up in the UK for the first time as recently as 1999, but since then they have successfully colonised pools across much of southern Britain. Including here.

I returned to Netherstead feeling pretty pleased with the day, and found it had one more card to play. The 50 or so hirundines were panicking over Netherstead and in their midst was a female Sparrowhawk.

87. Sparrowhawk

A photo year-tick to round the morning off.

Damp

The grey low cloud present when I arrived this evening soon started to produce drizzle. With no wind to speak of I soon found I was getting very wet.

About 40 Goldfinches were on thistles at Netherstead, but the trudge to the flash produced very little. I am starting to think there is something wrong with the flash this year. There should be plenty of Green Sandpipers by now, but not a single wader was present (apart from a couple of Lapwings).

As the rain set in I found I was hearing lots of birds calling "hweet". Six in all. Of these, I suspected four could be Redstarts and two Chiffchaffs. However, the two species sound very similar, and the only bird I actually saw was confirmed to be a female or immature Redstart.

Back at Netherstead I decided to sit in the car and watch the rain pelting down onto soggy Pied Wagtails and Reed Buntings in the reed-bed roost.

The only other species I saw in the reeds was a single Reed Warbler. As the cloud slowly eased away, the sun came out and the sky became a spectacular mix of grey and pink clouds set against a bright blue background. On the drive home I stopped to take a picture of a Buzzard silhouetted against a part of this backdrop.

Sunday July 13

Rather a cloudy start with a few showers of fine rain. As I was waiting for Dave to arrive I was surprised to hear, above the fizzing of the overhead pylons, the distant reeling of a Grasshopper Warbler. It was still here. I worked out it was singing from the field or hedge at the extreme south of the patch.

Dave and I approached and spent about an hour trying to see it. We eventually worked out exactly where it was.

Grass hopper Warbler

It was in this grass somewhere, but eventually we had to settle for extremely brief views and no photo.

As the weather improved we set off around the rest of the patch. A darter which showed well proved to be our first male Ruddy Darter of the year.

Ruddy Darter

The pinched-in shape of its abdomen is one of the best features of this dragonfly. Our bird list was pretty moderate. The Redstart was calling, but we couldn't see it, and two Little Ringed Plovers were the only waders apart from a few Lapwings on the flash.

The grass in the flash field has been cut, so the furthest flash is now visible, but contained only a few Mallards and two or three Teal.

So back to the insects. I got shots of a few common ones, and also a Flowering-rush.

Common Blue Damselfly

Flowering-rush

Gatekeeper (Hedge Brown)

A rather pale Narrow-bordered Five Spot Burnet

So a little bit quiet apart from the continued presence of the Grasshopper Warbler, now in its third week.

You couldn't make it up !

After a lousy day at work a stroll around the patch was just what I needed. A calm sunny evening. I parked at Netherstead and walked to the flash. The flash was just wet mud, and contained an invisible calling Green Sandpiper. The invisibility continued as I at last pulled back Kingfisher, heard only, and also heard the invisible Redstart again.

As I returned to Netherstead it occurred to me I hadn't photographed anything. The moon was showing well so I decided to aim at it and photograph the first bird flying past it. Ten seconds later something did. Click.

I looked through my bins to see what it was. It was a Little Egret. Good grief.

Getting closer

It flew languidly towards me. I thought about looking at it again but the photo opportunity was too good to miss.

85. Little Egret

For some reason it was flying with its bill open. Cooling down I suppose.

Into the sunset

It continued its westerly journey as a silhouette heading for the bright lights of Redditch.

Oh, and I found my mobile phone....on the back lawn.