March into April 2026; Highlights

Sticking to a low key approach to our birding this year, most of our time at the end of March and during April was spent locally. We did however, have a couple of worthwhile excursions further afield to see some very special birds. 

The Best of Scotland; June 9-17 2023

As we prepare to embark on another trip to the Cairngorms region of Scotland, I thought that I'd finally complete my review of last years holiday. Hopefully we will reunite with all of the special birds of the area this year.

New Year Birding; January 2024

WhoDunnet? Monday 12th June 2023

Whenever we're in Scotland we like to visit a seabird colony. Up until a few years ago we preferred to go to Handa Island for a day out but became tired of that trip for a number of reasons. So in recent years we changed our destination to Dunnet Head on the north coast. Dunnet Head is the most northerly point on the British mainland and the towering cliffs there hold impressive numbers of many types of seabird. The viewing isn't as good as it is on Handa, and I do miss the boat trip, but it's a lot easier to reach Dunnet Head and you're not bound to staying there for the duration while you wait for a boat to come and rescue you and take you back to the mainland. You also don't have to be lectured at length about what you can and can't do before being allowed out near the cliff edge.

Dunnet Head lies around 150 miles from where we were staying near Boat of Garten. The drive takes a little over three hours, primarily along the A9. We left early hoping to reach the cliffs by ten o'clock. The going was good, and we only stopped to scrutinise a low flying raptor which turned out to be a Red Kite and not the Hen Harrier that we'd hoped for. We pulled into Dunnet Bay just before ten and took the road through Brough towards the cliffs. We reached the turn to the Head and noticed a Road Closed sign. My usual practice is to ignore such signs and carry on until I either find the road actually open or if it really is closed then it's easy enough to turn around and find another route. 

The road was blocked completely by a council highways van parked across it. I pulled up alongside the van and wound my window down. I asked the chap sat in the van, how would I get to Dunnet Head. The answer was a curt, 'You can't'. I was temporarily gobsmacked and asked the chap what he meant. He said that the road was closed because of roadworks. Trying to remain calm, and partially failing, I told him that I'd just driven for three hours to visit the Head and now he was telling me that I couldn't go there. His reply had annoyed me ever so slightly. I asked about an alternative route, 'There isn't one' was the reply. I couldn't believe it and not trusting myself, turned my car around and sped off back the way I'd come. I pulled up in a siding and calmed myself, all the time cursing our luck, that we should choose a day when the road was closed. I checked Traffic Scotland's website and couldn't find any mention of the Dunnet Head Road being scheduled to close. So, against Mrs Caley's wishes, who wisely said that it was just bad luck and we'd just have to accept it, I drove back to ask the man in the van a few questions. The road was shut apparently because three days before a driver of a camper van had managed to drive over the foot of one of the men working on the narrow road. The man required hospital treatment and would be off work for sometime. The police were called and the outcome of their investigation was that the road should be closed whenever work was taking place upon it. So, between eight in the morning and five to five-thirty in the evening, there would be no access to the Head. The seabirds were off limits. I pointed out the fact that the road closure wasn't posted anywhere and was told that the road is actually owned by the MOD and they could do whatever they liked whenever they liked. The road was shut to traffic and that was it. We were welcome to walk the three and half miles each way if we really wanted to go. At that point I had to laugh. I'd have cried otherwise.

Luckily there are other options in the area when it comes to seeing seabirds. Much of the Northern coast of Scotland is blessed with high cliffs although most are remote and accessible only by walking many miles. For the less willing to yomp over miles of moorland, there is Duncansby Head near John o' Groats which lies around ten miles from Dunnet Head so we made our way there. Unfortunately many other folk had obviously had the same idea and the road up to the lighthouse was akin to an Oxfordshire highway, loaded as it was with other road users. The parking area was just a couple of camper vans short of chaotic gridlock, vehicles were strewn everywhere. Duncansby Head, on the face of it, looks very similar to Dunnet Head but it doesn't feel quite the same. I guess the road closure at Dunnet had deflated my balloon somewhat and I struggled to raise the enthusiasm as we walked along the clifftops. I tried to make the best of it however, and if you love Fulmars, as I do, then Duncansby Head isn't so bad because there are Fulmars everywhere. I'd never seen so many in one place before.

Fulmar (Fulmarus glacialis)

The cliffs house the usual species but they are more difficult to see owing to the viewpoints being less handy. We did find our first Razorbills of the year, along with Guillemots and Puffins. I resisted the urge to take loads more photos.

Puffin (Fratercula arctica)

Rock Doves were on the cliffs in good numbers. The consensus nowadays though is that in the UK pure Rock Doves are only found on Skye and on the Outer Hebrides but I was happy to add them to the year list. We had a day out scheduled to Skye later in the week so would hopefully see some "real" ones there anyway.

Rock Dove (Columba livia)

A Rock Pipit had a nest secreted right next to one of the busy footpaths. This could either be regarded as a wise decision because the presence of people would keep potential predators at bay, or an unwise one since the young in the nest wouldn't get fed so regularly. After watching the Pipit stood on a fence post noisily scolding everything and everyone that passed close by, I surmised that its mate must have been sat on eggs because the sentry wasn't interested in delivering any food yet.

Rock Pipit (Anthus petrosus)

Hooded Crows are handsome and intelligent birds. They are also, like the rest of their family, cunning and capable of much wrong-doing. The ones here appeared satisfied picking through the sheep pastures for insects and the like. When they have their own chicks then they will become more interested in other food sources. I added a few flight shots to my holiday portfolio although the heat shimmer of what had turned into a warm and sunny day on the cliffs didn't help at all.

Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix)

It was getting too busy for our liking and the carpark was in danger of disappearing under the sheer weight of cars, vans and motorcycles, so we chose to leave, we had to for our sanity. Crucially we hadn't had any sign of any Skuas, the birds we had most wanted to see on this trip so we headed back to Dunnet Bay and to the pier at Dwarwick feeling a little bit deflated. There we unpacked our picnic lunch and I erected the scope so that I could scan the bay. Instantly I noticed a Diver, a long way out, but clearly a large Diver species. It looked like a Great Northern Diver in non-breeding plumage except something didn't quite fit. Now, I admit that I'm not the best at identifying Divers in plumages other than full adult but I've seen quite a few juvenile Great Northern Divers and this bird lacked the obvious white notch that I always look for and that Great Northern's generally have. I checked my Collins App on my phone and realised that I was probably looking at a White-billed Diver. I looked back through the scope but couldn't relocate the bird. Knowing that it had probably just dived under the water, I waited for it to resurface, except it didn't. Somehow the Diver had managed to disappear. So, and because I was far from confident of the identification, I filed it as "one that got away".

Black Guillemots swimming in fairly close to the small pier were easy to see and identify. I like birds that are named as "it says on the tin" and Black Guillemots are just that, they are black and white and they are Guillemots. Mind you, what's a Guillemot supposed to do or look like?. And come to think of it why aren't they called Black and White Guillemots? Anyway they're smart birds and on good views they also have fabulous bright red feet and an equally bright red gape to the bill. There were as many as seven of the birds in the bay.

Black Guillemot (Cepphus grylle)

There were also (Common) Guillemots in the bay and I spotted one with a fish, striking much the same pose as one I saw from the Puffin Cruises boat on our trip to Coquet Island a few days before (see here).

Guillemot (Uria aalge)

 

We continued with our lunch, soaking up the beautiful surroundings as well as the fine weather. We had sat at this same spot in the winter once, when the conditions had been far less amiable, and had seen a Little Auk swimming fairly close in shore. This time I spotted a larger bird, it was another Diver, not the big hulking bird that I'd noticed way out in the bay earlier, but a much more slender Red-throated Diver which, judging by the fact it did a wing flap, had just flown in to the bay. I secured a quick record shot.

Red-throated Diver (Gavia stellata)

Another Red-throated Diver was slowly swimming into towards the pier. As it approached I could see that it hadn't quite developed into its breeding plumage, so it lacked the deep red throat, leaving it draped in a pattern of light greys. I walked back to the pier and made my way to the end where I would have the best view of the incoming Diver.

There was a train of buoys held together by ropes about thirty metres off the pier and the Red-throated Diver was quickly closing in on them. I've had a few close views of Red-throated Divers before but always in less optimal conditions so I was willing this bird to keep swimming towards me as I knelt on the pier half-concealed behind a concrete bulkhead. I attempted some restraint in firing off photos but it was difficult to resist.

Before it reached the buoys the bird dived and I waited for it to resurface. I fully expected it to reappear further out so when it popped up just ten metres out from the pier I was surprised to say the least. I beckoned Mrs Caley over so that she could enjoy the bird at close quarters as well. Now I set the camera into action. It's moments like this that make birding so exciting. A beautiful bird so unconcerned (or disinterested) by our presence that it goes about its own business so naturally. It's also why I love Scotland so much, the opportunities for encounters like this come along with much more regularity than at home in hectic Oxfordshire.

Red-throated Divers are one of those birds that I actually find tricky to capture on an image. The soft grey tones of the bird defeat the camera and resulting photos always seem to be a bit soft. There are other birds that give similar problems when photographing, Waxwings for example. At such close range though, I'm not complaining, the images will always serve as a memory of a wonderful fifteen minutes when just Mrs Caley and myself enjoyed watching a superb bird in a wonderful setting. Life feels good at times like that.

The Red-throated Diver drifted out into the bay again and was joined by a full breeding plumaged adult, presumably the same bird we saw earlier. The more striking bird refused to follow the others lead though and stayed frustratingly just out of reach for decent photos.

Incredibly the younger and less timid Red-throat swam directly in again. It was like it wanted close views of us as much as we did of it. I went and sat on the slipway next to the pier to get some more level views. However, that ploy was soon dashed by a couple walking down towards the water along with two boisterous dogs that plunged straight into the bay. The bird dived and the show was over. But what a show it had been!

We reclaimed our picnic table, not that there was anyone else around to challenge us for it. A pair of Wheatears had nested in a void created by rocks used for the construction of the jetty and we watched the protective parents taking food into the nest. By keeping a distance I could make out two quite well grown chicks waiting patiently for their next meal.

Northern Wheatear (Oenanthe oenanthe)

Being unable to visit Dunnet Head we decided to keep to the second part of our plan and drive back south through the Flow Country to look for other rare birds. Firstly though we stopped off at Melvich for a much needed coffee and the ideal accompaniment, an ice-cream. It was a warm day. and astonishingly the temperature was in the mid-twenties celsius by the mid-afternoon, which is very unusual for the top of Scotland. It was while sitting in the sun that I decided that because I'd come to the north coast specifically to see Skuas that we may as well wait for the road to reopen at five-thirty and go to Dunnet Head and grab our Bonxie year tick. There was still a couple of hours to wait though so we headed back to the pier at Dwarwick again and see if the Red-throated Divers were still in the bay. Little did we know that the very next morning a rare bird would be found just half a mile from where we sat (and we'd return to see it three days later).

The carpark at the pier back at Dunnet Bay was deserted now so we reclaimed our previous pitch. There was no immediate sign of the Divers but a few of the Black Guillemots remained although further out than before. A long way out in the bay, while scanning the hillsides opposite on the off-chance that an Eagle might be thermaling, I noticed two large Divers. By zooming right up to the maximum on my scope I then had a decent view of the two non-breeding plumaged birds. The first bird I scrutinised was clearly a Great Northern Diver. I had learnt a few good identification pointers by studying wintering birds at Farmoor over the last few years. There was a sharp notch cut into an otherwise dark half-collar around the neck and the bird held its head and large bill level to the water. Great Northern Divers look "tough", menacing almost, and this bird certainly looked impressive. I moved onto the other bird. Although superficially similar, there were differences. The bill and head were pointing slightly skywards in Red-throated fashion. But the bird was at least as big as the Great Northern Diver just a few metres away from it so it couldn't be the smaller species, and besides the plumage didn't fit. Crucially the neck lacked the triangular indent to the neck which was generally paler than the other bird. I knew that I had re-found the possible White-billed Diver, that I'd seen earlier. This time I was sure that I had the rarer bird.

It was only then that I remembered that a White-billed Diver had been reported in Dunnet Bay a few days before. I had obviously found the same bird independently. I checked BirdGuides and saw that there had actually been three previous reports of the bird. Somehow I hadn't collected and retained that information before travelling to Dunnet. If I had then I'd have made a beeline to the bay to look for it! Still, now I was sure that I had a White-billed Diver. My first ever and the 410th bird to make it onto my UK life list. 

Seeing a new bird obviously lends the observer a moment of elation. Finding your own rare bird is probably one the best birding experiences that there is, even if it's only a re-finding. However, when the bird is very distant and photography is futile, there is also a feeling of anticlimax. We all want the best views of birds, lip smacking ones, but of course that's not always possible. Two years ago I was shown a Sooty Shearwater at great distance while aboard the Ullapool to Stornaway ferry which felt a very underwhelming tick at the time. Luckily I went on to get great close-up views of another while on a pelagic trip in Falmouth Bay. Hopefully I'll go on to get a similar close view of another White-billed Diver one day. But for now, I'll happily take what I have!

At a little before five-thirty we left the distant Divers and proceeded to the road up to Dunnet Head. I was dismayed to find the road still blocked by the road workers van. I parked up behind a couple of other vehicles (camper-vans) waiting to go up and got out of the car. I was wary of engaging the worker again after the mornings shenanigans so I walked cautiously up the road and noticed a small white car, half on the road and half off it. The driver had clearly tried to drive around the van but hadn't been able to do so and had seemingly half run off the road. At that point I could hear raised voices and although intrigued, I thought that I'd stay well out of it. A chap walked towards us so I asked him if he knew what was going on. Apparently a couple, the occupants of the stricken car, had taken exception to being prevented from continuing up the road. They had taken their frustration out on the road worker and had actually smashed a side window and dented a door on his van. Then they'd gotten their own vehicle stuck while trying to drive round the van. The police had been called and nobody was moving until they arrived. So once again we were unable to drive up to the head. We decided to wait and see what happened though. The police did arrive and thankfully they quickly organised getting the car out of the way. When I saw the couple who had lost their heads, I was astounded. They weren't a day under eighty years old! And I thought I could be tempestuous. Despite their advancing years the pair had managed to cause considerable damage to the workers van. They must have been seriously annoyed to go to such extreme lengths.

It took another twenty minutes before the works van finally moved out of the way. Then the "work force" of just two had trundled down from their site in a small digger to get their lift home. Finally the road was clear. We passed the veteran vandals who were still be quizzed by the police and made our way towards the head. When we drove slowly along the narrow road we saw that the road had been shut so that a trench could be dug, apparently for new optical cables to the houses at the head. The trench wasn't even in the road but a few metres away from it. I wondered why they couldn't just operate a stop/go system and allow traffic to pass. At least that way there wouldn't be a smashed van window to repair.

Anyway we reached the carpark at Dunnet Head some nine hours after intending to. As if by magic the nice sunny warm day had morphed into a rainy cold one but I still leapt out of the car and raced to the viewpoint to finally add both Great and Arctic Skuas to they year list. Except that the cliffs and the skies above them were empty. Totally devoid of any flying seabirds apart from a few Fulmars. Not a Skua in sight. All that waiting had been in vain, there weren't any Skuas there at all. I couldn't believe my rotten luck!

On a serious note, the lack of Skuas was indicative of the massive problems that seabirds are facing in light of the outbreak of bird flu. So many birds have already been lost and it seems as if the Skua population is facing one of the biggest losses, presumably because of their predatory nature and they propensity to catch and eat stricken individuals of other species. One early report has suggested that up to ninety percent of  Great Skuas have died in the North of Scotland. Hence there are very few left around.

We drove home far later than we imagined we would. I felt happy that I'd found the White-billed Diver, and that we'd had outstanding views of the Red-throated Diver and other birds, but that joy was still a little soured by the lack of any Skuas and by the kerfuffle of a day that we'd had. If we visit Scotland again next year then I think we'll be putting Handa back into our itinerary again since the seabird populations there have been less affected by the bird flu virus. Fingers crossed it stays that way.

Year List additions;

246) Razorbill, 247) Hooded Crow, 248) Rock Dove, 249) White-billed Diver

Lazy Old Blogger #6; Scotland June 2022

May Brief Part 1; Local Year Ticking and More!

Sunday 1st May; Farmoor than Usual

It's that ticking time of year, probably the busiest time for adding birds to the list apart from the first few outings and when on holidays taken in different parts of the country. We'd added fifteen birds to our year list in the last 13 days of April and we should be able to add a similar number over the next few weeks too. We chose Farmoor to kick off the month and were on site as soon as the gates opened. A few of our Oxon peers were also already there so the reservoir would get good coverage. The weather was a bit dreary with drizzle being borne along on a fairly strong breeze.

There was one species that I was hopeful of seeing on this walk, one of my favourites, and I could see some as we arrived at the embankment. We'd get to them later though. Our walk at Farmoor always starts with a stroll down the causeway, the road that divides the two basins. From the causeway you can see both ways and study birds on both F1 and F2. We couldn't see anybody else, the others had selected other routes it seemed, so it was us that surprised a pair of small waders from the concrete edge of F2. I quickly snapped a couple of shots as they flew but I already knew that they were Sanderling, our first for the year and right on the due date. The two birds alighted further along the causeway so we'd encounter them again and would be more careful next time so that I could get some proper photos.

Sanderling

We stopped to admire a pair of Great Crested Grebes that were looking as if they might perform their wonderful courtship display but they must have got stage fright and after a few minutes of posturing they swum off in different directions. A rather smart but menacing looking Great Black-backed Gull flew past, my guess was that it was a fourth calendar year bird, yet to moult into adulthood but I'm not a Gull expert and frequently get ID's and especially ages wrong. 

Great Crested Grebe

Great Black-backed Gull

Four Common Sandpipers formed the next flypast as they bombed by heading back to the marina over F1. Common Sandpipers are virtually impossible to witness close up at Farmoor, unlike when on their breeding grounds, and are usually only seen as they fly from one part of the reservoir to another or viewed distantly when stood on one of the rafts. Not a year tick this time, we saw our first back in January and found one here at Farmoor a week before too, but numbers will build up until they move off north for the summer.

Common Sandpiper

A Grey Heron flew over F2 attracting the attention of some of the resident Gulls. As it traversed the reservoir it was harassed by Black-headed and Herring Gulls, particularly the latter who didn't let up until the Heron was away over Shrike Meadow.

Grey Heron & Herring Gulls

We caught up with the Sanderling again and this time managed to observe them without flushing them further. Both of the birds were transitioning into their splendid summer breeding plumage with one slightly more advanced than the other. We watched them scampering along the waters edge for a while before giving them a wide berth and continuing to the end of the causeway.

Sanderling

The bird that I'd been so keen on seeing had been the Common Swift, and there were maybe as many as a hundred dashing around the reservoirs. I adore Swifts, I find them one of the most charismatic of all birds and marvel at their almost completely airborne lifestyle. Swifts only land to nest and breed and fledgling birds can stay in the air for over two years after leaving the nest, leading their whole lives in the air, feeding on insects, drinking from raindrops and even sleeping whilst up there! They are incredible. I would spend hours and hours wasting shot after shot trying to photograph them. A good job that I have Mrs Caley to pull me away when I become too engrossed in aiming my camera skywards.

Common Swift

We weren't intending to stay long so returned the way we had walked, spotting the Sanderling again which were being pushed around by the walkers and other birders that had arrived later. I got a call from Andy who had seen two Sandwich Terns drop in from high and land on a buoy at the western end of F2. Thanks to him I was able to get the scope, luckily I'd carried it for once, onto the birds and another year tick. We'd see Sandwich Terns in a few places during the summer but it's always good to get a year tick, whatever the view.

Another year tick, the fourth of the morning, came in the form of three Yellow Wagtails that were hunting flies along the causeway. They were joined by several Pied Wagtails and best of all, a White Wagtail, the continental version of the Pied. Not a year tick though because White and Pied are the same species. It was however, good to compare the two side by side.

Yellow Wagtail

White Wagtail

Year List additions;

202) Sanderling, 203) Common Swift, 204) Sandwich Tern, 205) Yellow Wagtail

Monday 2nd May; Farmoor Again and a Bittersweet Slice of Luck!

Reports of Arctic Terns at Farmoor saw us return to the reservoir after work to try and add them to the year list. We know that we'd see lots of them later in the summer on our Scotland holiday but it is always good to see some locally. It was intended to be a quick visit so apart from stopping to admire a couple of Yellow Wagtails at the top of the causeway we headed straight down the road where we could see a couple of friends further down, presumably watching the Terns.

Yellow Wagtail

The reservoir was becalmed on a warm and sunny evening, unusual then that Arctic Terns should be present since we normally see them at Farmoor on windy days. We drew alongside Jeremy and Paul, both expert birders, and with their help initially picked out at least five Arctic Terns mixed in with a dozen or more Common Terns. All the Terns were fairly distant across F1 but good views were obtained.

Arctic Tern

A shout from Jeremy had us looking skywards, three Whimbrel were flying across F1 in a northerly direction. Another year tick and a good one too since we can struggle to see Whimbrel in some years. We watched the trio of wading birds cross the reservoir hoping that they would land on the northern shore but unfortunately they kept going northwards. As we returned along the causeway we noticed that the incredibly long staying Great Northern Diver was still present too, not close in this time though. 

Just as we reached our car, ready to return home I received a text message from a good friend of mine. Attached to the message was a photo of an Owl. My friend wanted to know what type it was and in another message that came in instantaneously related that he'd just found it by the side of a busy road. It had presumably been hit by a passing vehicle. The Owl in question was a Long-eared Owl, an amazing record for Oxfordshire! I then received a video which showed the Owl had managed to clamber up into a roadside hedge so at least it was out of danger and appeared unharmed. My mate had to leave the site but told me where it was, it would be a thirty-minute drive from Farmoor but that was a no brainer since this was a Long-eared Owl in our home county and would be a county tick. Provided the Owl was still present of course by the time we got there.

I had received full details of the place where the Long-eared Owl had been found. There was a couple of big problems however, it was a very busy road with traffic speeding along and there was nowhere to park at the spot. Thanks to my friend's accurate description we found the place easily enough but couldn't stop because of other road users. We spun the car around in a junction and again in a farm entrance and drove past more slowly a second time. There was momentarily no traffic so I pulled in tight and scanned the opposite roadside hedge for the Owl. It wasn't where it had been in the video and photos but after a few seconds of careful scrutiny I found it perched on a thick horizontal branch of a tree just a few metres away from the road. It had found cover and appeared to be okay. I took a couple of record shots through the car window.

Long-eared Owl

Parking the car on a small lane about a hundred metres away, I walked along the road, often having to skip up onto the verge to avoid being annihilated by a speeding motorist, back to where the Owl was. Staying on the opposite side of the road I made a visual check of the bird which appeared to be unscathed. Its ear tufts were erect which is an indication of alarm but its eyes were closed so for now it appeared to be comfortable enough. Once back at the car I made a couple of phone calls to eminent county birders and asked for their advice. The consensus was to leave the Owl where it was and to see if it was still there the following morning. One of the chaps, who lived close by, agreed to come out and check the Owl that evening and also to recheck again in the morning. It was agreed not to broadcast the news to other birders for several reasons not least of which was that we felt that the Owl shouldn't be disturbed. It was also a very dangerous place to view from and there was only maybe an hour of light left anyway so it was unlikely anybody else would get there quickly enough unless they lived nearby. There was also the possibility that the Owl could have been a local breeding bird. So apologies to any local birders who would have liked the chance to see the Long-eared Owl but it just wasn't possible. The Owl wasn't there the following morning so hopefully it had recovered and flown off by its own accord once able to. The Owl wasn't a year tick for me, I'd already seen one in February in Cambridgeshire but it was a bittersweet county tick and my 239th species seen in Oxon.

Year List additions;

206) Arctic Tern, 207) Whimbrel

Friday 6th May; Lunchtime Delight at BQR

Late on Friday morning one of the Banbury birders visiting the Banbury Ornithological Society's excellent Balscote Quarry Reserve posted a photo of a wading bird and asked for identification. It was a Wood Sandpiper, needed for the Old Caley year list. Luckily I had just finished the day and I was close to home so I collected Mrs Caley and drove straight to the reserve. Just as well I did because the Wood Sandpiper was still present, it had been a little over an hour since the news was shared, but disappeared northwards just ten minutes after we got there. Phew!

Wood Sandpiper

Year List addition;

208) Wood Sandpiper

Saturday 7th May; The Long Stayer!

With nothing better to do and an important date for later in the day, we decided on a gentle stroll at Farmoor again. In contrast to our visit on Monday the weather had turned from calm to quite breezy. It was a big disappointment then to find no birds of interest as we walked along the causeway apart from a few of the regulars. The only photos I took on the outward leg of the walk down the causeway were of a pair of Great Crested Grebes, possibly the same pair as on Monday, who were not really bothered with nuptial activity and a comical Coot which had tugged free a small plant from the embankment and was swimming across to the pontoon in the north-west corner of F2 to reinforce its nest.

Coot

The day would probably have been an almost complete non-event if it hadn't been for one of the fisherfolk. The anglers at Farmoor are quite often the target of my derision, especially when they hire boats in order to fish the middle of the reservoir and then end up mooring just metres out from the banks. So I was initially very annoyed when I saw that a couple of them had parked their boat right next to the pontoon and almost on top of the nesting Coots. When I saw one of them snare their fly into the wire cage I laughed. When the angler climbed out onto the cage to untangle his hook and line I was far less amused but the sitting Coot stayed put and was obviously less bothered than I was.

After the chap had retrieved his tackle and had climbed back into the boat, a familiar shape had amazingly appeared as if from nowhere on the water about twenty metres out from the pontoon. The long staying juvenile Great Northern Diver (GND), it had first been seen in December last year and had been present ever since, was floating on the water and looking back towards the anglers in the boat and the pontoon. There had been no sign of the Diver at all before that point. I hatched a theory. I reckon that the Diver was using the pontoon (basically a caged structure that contains barley straw which acts as an algae suppressant) as a resting spot, probably swimming underneath it and accessing a void beneath the cages. When the angler clambered about on the top of the cages, the bird was disturbed and hence emerged as if by magic. I'm probably wrong but hey, it had to come from somewhere. 

Great Northern Diver

Now that the Great Northern Diver was active it went on to treat us to possibly our best views of it, and we'd already had several terrific encounters with it over the past few months. Over the next forty-five minutes the bird made several close approaches to the bank and even ventured inside the small enclosure created by the pontoon. At times the bird came so close to the bank that it could be seen swimming underwater as it hunted for its favourite Crayfish prey. It didn't have any luck though unless it was eating while submerged.

The Diver, as the name suggests, is very adept at diving and not for the first time I began measuring the time it was underwater, usually around 60-80 seconds. We also attempted to predict where it would surface next, and that could be as much as 50 metres away. Helpfully, the GND remained close to the causeway so when it resurfaced carrying a Crayfish in its massive bill, I was able to get some decent photographs. The GND liked to detach the large pincer claws of the crustacean before eating it and that would involve bashing it onto the water with gusto and the use of the bill as a huge pair of scissors. Once the pincers were severed then the Diver would manipulate what was left of its snack, dip it into the water a few times and swallow.

After each meal there was a period of cleansing, head dipping and shaking, presumably to get rid of Crayfish slime and other unsavoury stuff. No lengthy digestion though for the GND was straight back under and looking for more sustenance. After watching the Diver catch and despatch a few Crayfish, Farmoor fisherfolk and Thames Water should be grateful for the birds efforts in reducing the population of the invasive crustaceans, it disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared. Unless the Diver is capable of swimming for half a mile underwater, it had to have returned to underneath the pontoon again since there was no sign of it anywhere on the reservoir.

We walked back to the car stopping only to photograph a stunning drake Mallard and a flyover Great Crested Grebe. Great Crested Grebes (GCG) are the oddest looking birds in flight, with seemingly impossibly small wings bearing a long and gangly frame as they hurtle over the reservoir. As odd as they look though, GCG are adequate fliers and make long journeys at migration times. However, they do look far more at home on, and in the water than they do flying above it.

Mallard

Great Crested Grebe

Sunday 8th May; Another Showy Reggie!

Although I knew it wouldn't last, we were enjoying the local scene for a while. It wouldn't continue because sooner or later there would be some enticing birds further afield which we wouldn't be able to resist, and our three week journey up to Northumberland and Scotland was creeping closer. On this initially overcast but later sunny morning, we were out early on Otmoor to see if any more of our summer breeding birds had arrived. As early as we were, Mark, not called The Early Birder for nothing, was already stood on the bridleway as we approached. He had set up his stall opposite a small bare tree between the path and the ditch that borders Greenaways to the South. We inquired what he was hoping for but before he could tell us the Sedge Warbler that crept up the tree and began singing answered our query for him.

Sedge Warbler

For the next half an hour the three of us watched the Sedge Warbler perform a one bird concert and two of us took photo after photo after photo. Nobody else walked up to disturb anything. Last year there was an equally showy Sedge Warbler by the River Thames at Farmoor which was christened "Reggie the Sedgie". Now here, was another Reggie and he was a worthy contender to last years bird. It would have been easy to stay all day taking the birds mugshot but thankfully I have Mrs Caley to remind me that there are other birds on Otmoor that we could see and others that we could hear, such as a Grasshopper warbler, and not see. 

A bird that we hoped to see was a Hobby and as we walked along the bridleway we spotted two flying low across Greenaways. Hobbies and my camera are not best friends and I consistently fail in my best efforts to secure good images of them. So I had to be happy with yet another record shot of the latest addition to the year list.

Hobby

Several Cuckoos were present on the Moor and we watched them career along the bridleway and listened to the calls emitted whenever they settled in the trees. Getting close to Cuckoos is never easy (unless you go to Thursley for the hand fed and tame "Colin" which isn't for me), they always have the edge and will fly just as you get the chance to take a shot. So when Mrs Caley spotted one high up in one of the Oak trees opposite the Wetlands Hide, I crept up as stealthily as I could and managed a couple of photos before the bird sprung from the tree. It landed on the fence bordering Big Otmoor allowing for a couple more images. Not close and wonderful but better than my normal poor attempts at capturing a Cuckoo.

Cuckoo

We moved on to the first screen and peered out at the few ducks that were foraging there. A familiar pale shape caught our eye. "Luke" the partially leucistic (or reduced pigmentation or something or other, I can never remember exactly) drake Pochard had returned again for another spring. This striking duck has been seen on the Moor for six years now although he never stays for long. For once he was quite close in and we got to watch him ducking and a diving.

Pochard

There was another bird of note on the Moor that had been seen for a week or so, and we spotted the Spoonbill as we rounded the bend on our way back to the bridleway. We had actually seen it as we walked past Greenaways but then it was at great distance, now the Spoonbill had moved to Big Otmoor and was showing much better. Spoonbills are quite scarce in Oxon and in fact this was the first one that I'd seen on the ground in the county.

Spoonbill

There are two pairs of Common Cranes around Otmoor and one pair have bred and hatched two young. Because the young are still small, they are elusive and keep to long grass and ditches so are seen infrequently. The other pair announced their presence with their bugle type calls and we spotted them flying eastwards over the Northern lagoon some half a mile away. Fingers crossed for the young ones.

Common Crane

A quick stop to take another look at Reggie the second who was still entertaining all of those that noticed him and then it was home after a pretty good morning spent in one of our favourite places.

Year List addition;

209) Hobby

Tuesday 10th May; A Near Miss but a Chance Encounter Instead

A Turtle Dove had been spotted by the Wetlands Hide on Otmoor, feeding alongside the Finches and Buntings on the winter food supplement that is put out for them. Until recently Otmoor was famous for its breeding Turtle Doves but the last couple of years had seen them disappear from the Moor. The pressures of hunting on the continent seem to be accelerating their demise as a UK bird. They are still found relatively easily in the east of the country but numbers are falling rapidly. So to hear of one on Otmoor again was exciting!

My big mistake was taking it too easy after work and not going out to the Moor until after tea. Our friends Kev & Karen had gone straight out there after his working day and connected with the bird. He was still there when we arrived and confirmed that the Dove was still feeding as we left the carpark. By the time we reached the hide some twenty minutes later it had flown into one of the large Oaks on the bridleway and despite much searching in the trees we couldn't find it again. A lesson then to forget the belly in future and get straight out. One I'll never learn. I like my food.

We gained plenty of compensation though just minutes after Kev & Karen had left when I found a beautiful Tawny Owl in a small Oak close to the hide while scanning for the Turtle Dove. We'd heard Tawny Owls on the Moor before but this was the first that we'd actually seen. Although partially obscured in the foliage, the late evening light helped produce a few lovely images.

Tawny Owl

The Turtle Dove was seen on the following day, Kyle (Birdwatch Britannia) saw it, but not subsequently so we'd have to work a bit harder still to get one on to our year list.