Yeah !

Thursday January 25

Double enjoyable natter at Cley to-day. Firstly, our usual moth group and then PW. An unexpected coachload of people turned up for lunch, making the cafe extremely crowded. We left.

Another enormous flock of densely packed Brent along Beach Road. Despite searching, I couldn't find a Black Brant nor the Pale-bellied. Made it even worse when a pager message later told me that the Black Brant was there.  I don't like missing out.

As is becoming habitual, home along the coast road after a short visit to the Black Redstart hang-out at Sheringham. A group of camped out photographers, the bird was having a siesta. I was hoping for a photograph in the bright sunshine.....

The familiar swoop in to the Cromer golf club practice green car park was rewarded by a view of the Iceland Gull at the very back of the greens. The photos are the worst examples of ''record shots'', soon to fill the waste bin.

On to Mundesley -  and Cliftonville's muddy grass and puddle-filled parking area high on the cliffs.

Mike's car was obvious, he was eating a late lunch, having descended the steep steps to the beach, walking some way before catching a distant view of the juvenile Glaucous Gull. Whilst we were chatting, we all watched the many Red-throated Divers on the sea below. Pam also saw several auks. One larger, slower flapping, diver was a Great Northern Diver. A year tick for all of us. Excellent.

Countable?

Tuesday January 23

Our first Treecreeper of the year and an always delightful, Nuthatch, at Natural Surroundings had our small group purring. 

Having had a quick look at Letheringsett ford, seeing many birders, no parking place and no Redpoll of any variety: our next call was Glandford ford. A small constantly flitting bird amongst the tree roots eventually showed well enough to ID as a Firecrest. A pleasurable surprise.

Yes, there was a flock of Brent along Cley Beach Road. Pam had a good look on the way out when I thought I'd seen a Pale-bellied bird. On the way back, The flock was on my side and a sole Pale-bellied Brent Goose waddled towards me, had a swim and preen, climbed out and raised its wings. The day was very dull with low dark grey cloud, therefore poor light. My edited image was better than I expected. Can't find the original.....this is a copy from an Email I sent Mike.

Another fruitless look for the Purple Sandpiper from the Cliff car park at Sheringham.

Sheringham

Wednesday January 17

We drove the coastal route to Sheringham so that we could have a look for the Iceland Gull on  Cromer golf course. Not realistic trying to see it from the car in the practice green car park ! Especially when many golfers were taking advantage of a sunny day.

We tried Sheringham cliff top car park first, east of the town. We had a fly past Guillemot but could not see the one Purple Sandpiper purported to be several breakwaters along. Pam descended the Funky Mackerel steps and met a returning birder. Bitterly cold too. 

Where on earth is Barford Road? In a maze of streets behind Tesco. Having passed the hair salon reported as THE place, we turned round at the end of a narrow, car lined, road when Pam saw a point and shoot camera toting man look upward. Three Bohemian Waxwings on a TV aerial. Superb birds.  Always a joy. They flew away, we followed, to the top of an electricity post near the hairdressers. A pause in the traffic allowed Pam to stop in the middle of the lane when I took two photographs before a car appeared. 

Nowhere to park, I'd love to have waited until the perch was more photogenic, we drove on to the western clifftop car park near the Lifeboat Museum. Oh yes. A small group of birders, which included Dave H and Christine and John M, were stalking the male Black Redstart dashing about on a block of flats. We parked nearby, only for a woman to stop at my window which then I opened. I'm terrible at faces..........It was Irene M, who pointed out that the bird was now opposite us, on a low brick wall. I quickly binned it before dragging my attention back to Irene when we then discussed John's health, their impending move to the west country and a sure buyer of their Kelling home. She left and .... the bird flew in a direct line towards us before disappearing under the car !! It then re-located to the Museum area. A lovely looking adult, I must hope that it stays and I can have a go at photographing it.

THIS IS NOT MY PHOTO. Thank you Nick.

Bob C and John M then appeared at Pam's window. John soon left at Irene's behest. Bob told us that the Iceland often appears on the practise green area, we returned home that way. The green had six golfers practising, no birds at all.

After Natural Surroundings

Tuesday January 16

Should we try for the Sheringham birds or the one at Drove Orchards ? Reports suggested that Drove would be a reasonable choice. 

Driving directly there, we parked overlooking the orchards west of the shop. Bare trees and a ground thickly layered by rotting apples. Gourmet spread. We sat scanning, a butch Mistle Thrush and six Blackbirds the only feeders

until a cloud of Fieldfare rose from the far trees. Waw. Some of the birds perched in a photogenic, if distant, tree. The light was good, I got out with my camera, to view from behind a hedge.

No sooner had I returned to the car than a Merlin caused havoc arrowing through the panicked birds. He had a fruitless chase, so many of them are. Don't know whether to feel sorry for the Merlin or pleased for the would-be prey. Both I think. A Sparrowhawk also had an abortive attempt to catch a meal.

Time to move on, the daylight time remaining very short. A lone Waxwing had been reported from Holme NOA, odds not good for us, Thornham Point the next stop.

So nearly excellent. The flock of Twite landed around a puddle in the car park - and disappeared into the distance before I could open the window, let alone aim my camera. We stayed a while, in hope, before driving Lady Anne's at Holkham. 

There, we found two Russian White-fronted Geese, one of them neck-ringed. I tried my best to read the number but couldn't get the part at the back of the neck. It was hidden both when the bird stretched upwards and, when it bent to feed. I managed H 61 (numbers written vertically above a vertical line). Such handsome birds with their black-barred chest. The neck ring looks uncomfortable.........

Our fourth visit to Felbrigg, still no Little Owl.

''Free'' Day

Friday January 12

North Coast - the wrong way round. Starting at Cley before making our way west. Odd how different everything looks when reversed. 
At last, a Greenshank at Morston, feeding along the exposed mud of the creek north of the car park.
A roadside stop at Holkham gave lucky views of a lone Great Egret on the maze of small waterways zigzagging the marshes west of Washington Hide.
No other new year birds, a standard 50+ list on a very happy birding day.
No photographs !!
 

Catch-up Time

Thursday January 4

Failing to find the Black Brant at Beach Road Cley but, adding a handsome male Stonechat, we tried Salthouse for Buntings. Another blank. 

Driving east, up the hill from Salthouse towards Kelling, a large flock of finches rose from the stubble field opposite Gramborough Hill. Pam thought she'd seen some white birds. We turned in Kelling and parked in the gateway to the horse field. I immediately saw that the stubble field was moving. Dozens of Chaffinch, Linnet, Greenfinch and the Salthouse Snow Bunting flock on the ridge at the back. Typically, for no apparent reason, the flock rose as one , disappearing over the brow. 

Saturday January 6 was a dismal day. Needing to get out, we drove to St Benet's adding a male Sparrowhawk to the year list. The weed field between Ludham and Catfield held the large very active flock of finches again. Mostly Chaffinches but 6 + male Brambling perched in the roadside tree above us.

Sunday January14

The weather man forecast a sunny day and it was. Everywhere looked lovely, the temperature barely rising above freezing point.

We were not optimistic, just as well. The Parrot Crossbills at Santon Downham had not been seen since early morning, in the woods north of the level crossing.There were meandering groups of birders everywhere.One was seen by Dawn B and group later in the day.

I added Nuthatch and Longtailed Tit, Pam had seen them in the garden, we both added several Goldcrests flicking in nearby trees.

As we were comparatively near, we decided to drive to Welney WWT . The SatNav took us to the flooded road route.........where we had to re-trace our drive as far as the Denver Sluice and Ten Mile Bank turning (which I'd suggested we take in the first place). The car was full of unspoken frustration.

It was mid afternoon when we left the car in the car park - to a cacophany of swan calls. It sounded just like the sounds they play in the lifts here. The large pool behind the centre was full of yellow billed swans, viewable through the trees. Lovely.

After a much needed comfort break, and no food at all to-day (me) and a yogurt breakfast for Pam, the cafe was the first stop.We rarely eat main meals out at lunch time (3 p.m. to-day) a sandwich or soup is the general rule. To-day, to save cooking when we got in, I had Chilli Beef and Pam had Sweet and Sour Chicken. My Chilli was excellent, Pam enjoyed hers too. We sat at a window table viewing the mostly, Whooper Swans 

with a few Bewick's, Pink-footed Geese, Wigeon and Mallard on the pool with a flock of Tree Sparrows, Reed Buntings and Goldfinches visiting the feeders below.

Pam's favourite

I think that I prefer this one

Stuffing Tree Sparrows

Cleaning up

The Reception information board had an estimated 2,546 Whoopers and double figures of Bewick's (Tundra) present on the reserve.

The low and late setting sun bathed the scene in a golden light, very beautiful yet difficult for photography. As was the dirty window. I could have stood outside and frozen.........

Curtailed Outing

Tuesday January 2

Strike whilst the bug is hot. 

Pam saw a Nuthatch at our feeders this morning, pointing out a Jay for me, she saw one yesterday.

A most unattractive looking day. Louring sky, gloomy, wet roads with dripping hedgerows. Maybe a short outing. As we approached the T junction beyond Strumpshaw, the rubbish lorry went by, towards the railway crossing. Damn. Pam turned the car round, parked at Strumpshaw and we walked to the Centre. Which was closed. Staff illness. The reserve is already closed due to flooding. We viewed a number of Wigeon, a pair of Gadwall and a Marsh Harrier from the outside open area. Ben, the warden appeared beside us, having tired of a morning in his office, working on a computer. His intention was to measure the salinity of the reserve's water.

During our informative chat, we learned that there were no White-fronted Geese at Buckenham and that if they were at North Warren, they were not here and, vice versa.

Only 5 Taiga Bean Geese this year, not reported for several days now. Again, he opined that 'ours' were going to the continent instead, most of them staying north anyway. A flock of 100 were reported from Scotland to-day.

We then moved on to moths. Ben doesn't trap after the end of October but found a new moth for him in his office this morning. A case-bearer (Micro).I didn't like to ask to see it.

Back to the Level Crossing to Buckenham, the lorry had indeed finished and gone.

At first scan, the marshes were absolutely deserted, Cantley's smoke trail lying horizontol on the horizon. Nearing the fishermen's car park, smallish groups of Wigeon grazed the pool edges, whisling madly into the air as a Marsh Harrier passed through. Twenty Canada Geese were a list addition as were the 17 dodgy Barnacles.They looked handsome but, they are permanent residents. A few restless Skylarks added to the list.

Persistent rain put paid to other plans, we set off for home. As we were leaving the marshes, a female Hen Harrier hastened past. Excellent, after yesterday's miss. 

Wew managed to see five distant Tundra Swans in the Ludham area but couldn't find them - nor Catfield - on the way home. Having negotiated umpteen muddy, narrow, twisting Norfolk lanes, Pam pronounced Catfield lost.

Another Year Begins

Monday January 1 2018

I still have the child-like awe, excitement and admiration of fireworks. Staying up for the London midnight display is obligatory. All based on and around the Eye now - I used to love the little tug boats chugging arouind the Thames emitting sparks and showers of coloured rain. They did add a lot of smoke though.

Dad always brought a box of fireworks home from the October Brass Band competition at the Albert Hall. Ystradgynlais Silver Band were in the top division with Black Dyke Mills, Foden Motors, Manchester CWS etc. Our best players were regularly poached for other bands via the offer of non coal mining jobs with more pay.

So........ we didn't set off in the morning until after 8 a.m., the sun was well up. Different from other years when we have breakfasted in west Norfolk field gateways, in the dark, waiting for a bird to be heard or seen. It turned out to be a good weather, non SAD day until the afternoon. Avoiding all the New Year's Day coastal crowds does not bump up the list. 68 from the car to-day, including two Red Kite sightings, 

Tree Sparrows, Grey Partridge and a perched Buzzard in a roadside tree. 

Just as many Starlings amongst the pigs as before, a nearer feeder this time, almost too close for my long lens from the car window.

 

Thoroughly enjoyable and soul lightening - especially Snettisham of course.

A flock of 600+ Golden Plovers a burnished ribbon of birds gleaming in the sunlight. So handsome Pintails, newly plumaged white parts lighting the way. A few Goldeneye, Redshank, Grey Plover, Curlew, a lone Bar-tailed Godwit, dumpy Red Knot busily feeding at the tide's edge, Dunlin scurrying busily amongst the flocks. Lovely.

A very slow Hunstanton approach, horrendous traffic, the cliff top road chokka with parked cars, walking revellers, dogs and children. Nowhere to stop and, we didn't want to anyway. I managed to see a couple of Fulmars gliding lazily along the cliff edge, looking as though they were crowd watching. Pam missed them as she was actually watching the road ! I then missed the Ruff she saw flying away when we stopped on the Holme approach 'road' (horrible track, gets worse by the week). 

On the return journey whilst I was scoping in hope of the Ruff, a Barn Owl flew through. Distant and flying very fast left, Pam managed to pick it up from my hurried description just before it dived headlong into a bush, when a Marsh Harrier shot out from the undergrowth .Having negotiated the Snettisham chalet park potholes there and back this track is the final straw. Adding appalling road humps to the deep potholes and aching bones really shakes us up. Not to mention the road to Morston car park where we ended. Pam loves it there even though it was virtually dark. As it was at Stiffkey Fen, where we spent half an hour in the gloom, scanning for raptors. Marsh Harriers were the only reward. Birders returning from the East Hills end reported a male Hen Harrier and a Merlin. Not from where we were looking. I did find two perched Marshies, one in the dunes and another on a stunted tree near the beach.

Cley Beach was very optimistic decision. The sun was setting hehind the Mill, Blakeney marsh a dark expanse. I photographed a boat against the sky which pleased me, until I have somehow managed to make both unopenable by Windows. Another computer mystery doing the same actions as always and the outcome so inexplicable. 

Home in time for the Man U match away at Southampton. A dreary first half with Pam shouting her frustration at her latest target - Martial. The second half was much better football with guess who... Martial .......scoring a good first goal followed by another cracker from the ever exuberant and cheerful Jesse LIngard. Phew.