Is it really almost March ?!?

Yet again I have failed miserably to keep this blog up to date. My only excuse, if you can call it that, is that we have been out every weekend that we've been free - both housekeeping and blog-writing have taken 2nd place. So, having filled the bins, I'm now putting a few notes together, but only for January mind; February comes later.

The year started with some cold days stood at Parkgate, watching the tide rolling up to the wall. The saltmarsh was alive with activity as it's usual occupants found themselves washed out, and trying to get to the safety of dry land. Meanwhile others were trying to make the most of an easy lunch, Short-eared Owls, Harriers, and Kestrels patrolled above, dropping to pick up a snack. Even Herons and Gulls made the most of the feast.

Through the tide swam this Water Rail; usually very well hidden in the reeds, now exposed to the predators, making a dash for a floating raft.

By the wall this little chap was spotted; I'm afraid I'm not up on my mammals, so not shure if a vole, shrew, or mouse. Whichever, he was riding on the top of the floating reeds, struggling to keep out of the water.

I wish I could produce some photos of the owls and harriers. Beautiful birds deserving a fine portrait. However, I have none yet. The best I can manage is this buzzard over Marbury Country Park, near Northwich. While the picture is poor, it is many times better than my other attempts. Practice, practice, practice...

 

When we've had enough of being freeze-dried by the wind, we've headed into the woods for some shelter. As we've become more attuned to the movements and sounds in the woods, we've taken delight in finding Treecreepers. These fascinating birds scurry up trees, searching for food, before then flyinh to the base of another tree and starting again. It's really easy to overlook them, so well camouflaged are these bird-mice. Yet keep still, and suddenly you'll notice a faint movement in the corner of your eye, and you'll realise you've found one of these delightful birds. Watch enthralled as they cling to the trunk, balancing themselves against their tails as they pry out an insect.

 

Talking of things in trees, I keep finding myself asking a question... What is it that drivers some people to collect up their dog's poo, and then hang it from a tree ? We keep coming across this, and I cannot understand it at all... Do these people think that someone follows them round collecting the bags from the trees? Surely it would be better to leave it unbagged, and knocked to the side of the path with a stick, than wrapped up in plastic and tossed up into the branches? This was from Stanney Woods, but sadly we've seen it in my places. Please - if you have a dog, this is NOT acceptable. Please, bag it AND BIN IT !!!

 

On a happier note, we've been back to Martin Mere, and managed to catch up with the single Bewick's Swan that's visited this year. This swan is slightly smaller than a Whopper, and has much more black on it's beak. Obviously it's a hard life being a swan at Martin Mere, as this one rests up waiting the next offering of food from the staff at this reserve.

 

Still at Martin Mere, we were walking along the path when we heard a loud outpouring of song. We looked but couldn't see the culprit.... until we looked down, and almost at our feet was this handsome chappie, singing out for all his worth.  As you walk around, take care not to overlook the common robin, for a real delight they can be, a bringer of smiles.

 

And to finish off, on one of the gates in the reserve, we saw this pair of love-birds. These wood-pigeons clearly thought Spring was just around the corner...  You know the tune, all together now...  "Love is in the air, every where I look around"....

 



What a busy end of the year - and some other highlights through the year...

We've been out as often as we can in the latter part of the year. With the very mild weather through end of October to end of December, there have been all sorts of sightings/ Perhaps the strangest looking was this hoopoe near Rhyl. There's something about it's eyes that make it look like a stuffed toy, but I assue you it was moving around ! I've seen a similar effect in other people's photoes too, so it's not just my camera, though as usual I had to push the zoom right out to get this shot.

Distance wasn't the problem with this Tawny Owl at WWT Martin Mere; just seeing it was hard enough. As we walked around one Saturday we came across around a dozen people staring up in a tree. Obviously something was there, but it took a minute or so to get the eyes focussed in...  There, in broad day light, straight above one of the main paths, this owl was quietly sitting. I wonder how many people had already walked straight past, as I'm sure we would have as well, had not one sharp-eyed birder picked out the shape in the leaves.

Another hard set of pictures, were of this Willow Tit at Woolston Eyes. Not distance, nor camouflage this time, but sheer restlessness/ We had gone here in the hope of seeing this increasingly uncommon bird, but it caught us quite by surprise. My first reaction was to scribble down Coal Tit, 'cause it hasn't got the white mark on the back of the neck...  WAIT A MINUTE, it's the Coal Tits that have the white mark !!!  Quick, grab another loook, but too late, it had gone....   Twenty minutes later, amid all the Blue Tits, Great Tits, Greenfinches and Reed Buntings feeding, there's a flicker of a smaller greyer bird - and just time to snatch a couple of shots before it again flitted away... Still, a great feeling to have seen it, and it underlines the importance of places like Woolston, where wildlife can take precedence... Without being too political, this current Government is utterly failing in it's claim to be 'green'. While I'd support the concept of HS2, it needs far more careful routing, and as for the idea that it's ok to destroy established woodland if you plant some saplings somewhere else, it's sheer madness. It's not the number of trees, it's the TIME it takes to grow them into mature woodland, hundreds of years. It's no use planting something that will be great in a hundred years time, if major numbers of species die out before then. And birds like the Willow Tit are right in the firing line...

Off the soap-box, and back to Martin Mere, which brought these favourites. Oh just common sparrows, you may cry...  But I have a great deal of time for even for the trusty House Sparrow - it was childhood memories of these in my old garden, and then hearing about their population crash that has encouraged me to take more notice of them, and put feeders out for them. We now have a small flock of a dozen or so that visit our bird table each morning. However, this is no House Sparrow; look at that chestnut brown head, no hint of a slate top. This is a Tree Sparrow, and much under threat they are. Martin Mere is one of the few places that we have seen these cheeky chaps. (Tip given to me to help me remember - Houses have slate roofs, and so do House Sparrows).

As we've gone into later November and early December, we've seen increasing numbers of thrushes. We visited one graveyard full of ancient yew trees (remember, 100's of years, maybe even thousand's for this slow-growing tree), and the branches were alive with Redwings and Mistle Thrushes. We've only ever seen one Mistle Thrush at a time before, but here the graveyard was vibrating with the fottball rattle-like calls. This chap posed obligingly on the top of a gravestone, before heading back to the top of a tree.

Nearer to home, this Redwing and Fieldfare were many that were feeding near Burton, providing a little respite from the frutiless searching through the Meadow Pipits in the tidal wrack for the elusive Buff-bellied Pipit (BBP) - the BBP has provided many with obliging views, but not for us yet. So having the chance to see these beauties feeding was a piece of welcome compensation.

Noteworthy, though, is the absence so far of Waxwings; it seems that the mild winter so far has provided lots of food for those Scandanavian birds, so they haven't needed to come across the North Sea in quite the numbers that they did last year.

Another unexpected sight while searching for the BBP was this Robin, who landed virtually at my feet, hence this rather strange camera-angle - that shadow behind the tail is my elbow! These bold birds are a real delight, no matter how common they may be.

As the year drew closer to it's end, we've been treated to plenty of views of the wildfowl that winter locally.  Here are a pair of male Teal; when the sun catches them right, the green markings on their heads look spectacular. Their quiet whistle is ever-present around our marshes and lakes at this time of year, and along with evocative whistle of the wigeon, which also has a distinctive head marking, a bright yellow sploge on the forehead.

Slightly less common, but still present in large numbers are Pintails. That white stripe up the neck and head is really striking, and their plummage looks so crisp. These really are the snazzy dressers at this time of year!

Just to round the year off, here are some photo's that have been taken through the Summer, but for one reason or another didn't make it onto the blog before. This first is a Reed Warbler, seen at Burton Mere Wetland. Getting the camera to focus on the bird rather than foreground reeeds was quite a challenge.

This Kestrel was seen hovering over the fields behind Gilroy Park, West Kirby. Their hovering posture in unmistakeable.

This Grey Wagtail brightened up a wet walk near Lake Vrynwy, a flash of colour in a wet day.

I couldn't resist this Wren; it was scolding a passing cat for all it was worth; I think the cat left because it was getting a headache!

Both Martin Mere and Burton have provided many views of Buzzards; this one posed conveniently at Burton.

 And from the large to the small - all through the year we saw Long-tailed Tits; this one at Leasowe was part of a small flock moving through the bushes.

 I couldn't resist - a Puffin, from the Farne Islands.

And having just worked through a load of Summer birds, I finish with one taken on almost the last day of the year, a Redshank, legs glowing in the morning sun off Red Rocks.

What a way to finish the year, back with the waders for which the area is known. So if you find yourself waking up early one Sunday morning, why not pop down to the beach before you go to Church; it'll put a smile on your face as you greet those sleepy-heads who have had a lie in, and are now wondering why you're wearing boots!