Gray Catbird – Trevescan, Land’s End, Cornwall, 20^th October 2018

Gray Catbird near Lands' End, Cornwall, October 2018 briefly attempting some blue sky thinking....... (I wonder whether there are any trans-Atlantic flights from St. Just?).

Between Saturday the 22nd September and Sunday the 14th October 2018, Ken and Amanda Shaw and I were in Shetland, spending three (yep, three!!) weeks on Unst. This involved, in effect, three different crews in each of the three weeks involved; the first week in was Pete and Nancy Gordon and Stuart and Barbara Benn, for example. Besides the ‘usual’ padders, we’d had some good birds, which included River Warbler, Citrine Wagtail, Pechora Pipit, etc., but we’d dipped Eastern Yellow Wagtail and struggled to find any really good birds ourselves. I’d also seen lots of otters. I’d enjoyed it – certainly socially, but it wasn’t 2016, but then again 2016 wasn’t going to happen every year (or indeed, any year, apart from 2016.....). We ended the trip with a bit of a flourish, seeing Pied-billed Grebe and Booted Warbler in South Mainland Shetland, and then, a short while before we had to go to Sumburgh Airport for our flight, Ken found a Shore Lark whilst stood right next to me to the east of Grutness Harbour. Ho-hum.

Once back home there was just a sense of ‘what might have been’, but I attempted to just return back to ‘normal’ life.

However, on Monday the 15th October, my sense of ‘what might have been’ went into overdrive as the news of a Gray Catbird near Land’s End came through on Rare Bird Alert.

Now, this was hard to hear. I very definitely had previous with Gray Catbird. And not in a good way, at all!!!!

I’d seen and heard them in Texas in April 1992, but then, when birding with Stuart Green on Barra on the 12th October 2009, we had heard a strange call coming from an area of recently planted scrub woodland that was predominantly alder in-between the Loch an Duin Reservoir and Brevig. It was a weird shrieking call.

Although we were both good at calls, we couldn’t quite place it; we tried to make it all sorts but in the ended we decided it sounded like an Icelandic race Redwing distress calling whilst a Sparrowhawk was dispatching it..... .

In trying to sort it out, Stuart remained on the road whilst I went in, full expecting to flush a Sparrowhawk, and find either a dead Redwing or some Redwing feathers. When I got to where Stuart was indicating, there was nothing, so the mystery deepened, or at least remained. Soon afterwards Mark Oksien and Stuart Rivers arrived in Mark’s mobile home, but if ever there were two birders you didn’t want to share a ‘we’ve just had a strange call’ story with, it was them, and they, and eventually we moved on, our story forgotten.

Or, not quite ..... . Many weeks later Stuart ‘phoned me, and suggested I should listen to something. He then played the call of Gray Catbird down the ‘phone..... . Somehow the acoustics involved made me even more sure that this was precisely what we had heard that afternoon on Barra. I felt sick. Stuart and I both knew what we had heard but it was all too little too late. What could we do with a retrospective ‘record’ of a heard only Gray Catbird? Stuart swore me to secrecy; what else could we do with a brutal tale of what might have been.

Later, when I read up on Gray Catbird, I discovered the species, ‘prefers alder thickets’ said the book. That helped. That helped a lot. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

When re-visiting this account recently, it has occurred to me that had it occurred some 15 years later we may just have (literally!) been way better equipped to cope with this set of circumstances than we were then. For example, had it happened in recent years we could perhaps have made a sound recording of our mystery call (and perhaps attempted to use playback to entice the bird into view?) and maybe identified the call more quickly from the sound recording (AND had evidence of our record!). And maybe we could just have used Merlin, and realised what we were hearing there and then!

However, all of this is now idle speculation, clearly. Useless.

So, yes, I had previous, and somehow the chance of at least partially banishing this hurt began to materialise. The bird ‘stuck’ day after day. A twitchable Gray Catbird? How was this possible?

Meanwhile, Paul Pugh had sorted out some top tickets for him and me to see U2 at Manchester Arena on Friday the 19th October. This involved staying overnight. I had arranged two rooms at the Copthorne Hotel in Salford Quays, Manchester.

As the bird continued to linger, I resolved that if it was still there on the Saturday morning I was going to drive from Manchester to Land’s End. As you do.

Therefore, I travelled from Edinburgh to Manchester on the Friday, rendezvoused with Paul, walked across Manchester, attended the gig (which was very good), returned to the hotel, crashed out and then awakened the following morning to the joyous news it was still there. Some eating and drinking was undoubtedly enjoyed the previous evening but I can’t remember too much about that. I do know that any plans for a leisurely breakfast were hastily abandoned as I wished Paul goodbye and departed for Land’s End.

Now, driving from Salford Quays in Manchester to Lands’ End isn’t a short journey. It took at least six hours, but again, Manchester is a lot closer to Land’s End than Edinburgh is, so I was striking whilst I had the chance.

I suspect it was around about 14:30 before I finally arrived almost as far west as I could drive in England.

The location involved a large area of scrub vegetation (bramble, bracken, etc.) on what was Treeve Common, between Sennen and Land’s End. The access arrangements were excellent; I pulled off the A30(T) into the field parked up, and, having gathered up my paraphernalia strolled across the field to the scattered group of birders at the other end of the field (later paying for the privilege by throwing some coins into the bucket on the way out).

There were perhaps fifteen cars already there, and so 20 or 30 birders at most. As suggested, the assembled birders were scattered near the field margin looking over the derelict Cornish bank into the scrub beyond. A few other birders were out on the Common itself and were looking into the scrub area from the other side. I sized up my options and went to the furthest away group of birders.

This was partly because they appeared to be the ones closest to the area being looked at. As I assembled my gear, I realised that I had opted to stand next to John Swallow, who had apparently just earlier that afternoon returned to St. Just from St Mary’s, having been in Rosenhill Cottage on St. Agnes..... . Small world!!!!! Anyway, I joined him, and over the course of the next hour or so, we had a very good chat and managed to see the bird on three separate occasions, at c.14:50, 15:20 and 15:45.

In general, it wasn’t showing, but with patience, very good views of what was by reputation a notoriously elusive bird were obtained as it slowly worked its way to the top of a clump of scrub and then remained there long enough to get the ‘scope on it. On the last occasion, it flew, carrying a blackberry, and we watched as it went past us into some nearby cover; supposedly where it roosted.

With that we both decided it was time to go. During my chat with John I had explained to him that I had travelled there from Manchester having seen U2 to night before. He asked where I was planning to go that night. I really hadn’t got as far as considering this. I no longer had the option of my traditional staging post in Chesterfield and wasn’t really sure about other options. Fantastically, John solved my problem me; I was invited to stay with John and Margaret in Kintbury near Newbury that night..... . After all the driving I had done in the past 24 hours it was a long drive there but nothing like as long as my drive to an unknown destination further north might have been. And Margaret was a wonderful hostess; I told John to make sure she didn’t go to any trouble, but she rustled up some fantastic home-made soup. Perfect. It really was the perfect end to a perfect day.

The bird was a first winter. It was similar in size and shape to something between a Robin and Song Thrush with a long tail which had a rounded end and was occasionally half-cocked. Its plumage was a concolourous grey (gray!) both in terms of the upper-parts and the under-parts, apart from the rufous / vinous(!) under-tail coverts and the black crown. It had a black pointed bill and black legs.

John and I left independently after the last flight view. As I drove east on the A30(T) through Cornwall I had a ‘phone call from Dennis Morrison asking me whether I wanted to go to Cornwall to see the Gray Catbird. I explained that I had just seen it having been in Manchester the night before. I strongly encouraged him to go for it despite the extreme distances involved. I assured him the best I could that the bird looked reasonably settled and told him he wouldn’t regret it if he did. I don’t think he did..... .

 

The scene of the twitch at Trevescan, Cornwall,

Gray Catbird at Trevescan, Cornwall, October 2018 (photograph credited to Dennis Morrison).

River Warbler – Boughton Fen, near Boughton, Norfolk, 15^th July 1989

In early 1989 I had started work in London, but although I could cope with working there, I couldn’t cope with the idea of living there, so for a couple of weeks or so I prevailed on Gary Hitchen and his then wife Debbie and lived with them in Normandy Road in St. Albans. I then found a room to rent near to the city end of Lower Dagnall Street in St. Albans.

Gary and Debbie’s next-door neighbour, Steve Tossell, introduced Gary and I to The Farrier’s pub in Lower Dagnall Street, which was where the first branch of the Campaign for Real Ale was formed on the 20th November 1972. Although The Farrier’s was a tiny (but very homely) pub, not only did it have fantastic McMullen’s beer but it also had lots of interesting (and some not so interesting) clientele. Very soon, for instance, both Gary and I were playing for various of The Farrier’s football and cricket XIs. Better still, for me, Steve (who volunteered for the RSPB) wanted me to meet two regulars in particular, Peter Ewer and Mike Thompson, who he said were birders like me. The pub with everything! Sure enough, Pete, Mike and I did meet up, and quickly became friends.

So much so, that when a singing River Warbler turned up at Boughton Fen in Norfolk on Saturday the 8th July and then remained there for the next week that Pete asked me on the following Friday night whether I wanted to go with him and Mike to see it the following day.

So it was that on Saturday the 15th July that I was off on my first St. Albans team twitch with Pete (who had a car and always drove) and Mike (who had never learned to drive and twitch by public transport or by going with the likes of Pete). It was highly successful too.

After a leisurely start, we made it to the scene of the twitch in 1.5 hours. Once there, we then just had to stand and wait on the road adjacent to the fen scrub and reed-bed for the bird to appear, and sing, which it did, at regular intervals.

The song was amazingly loud and distinctive and was delivered from exactly the same song-post each time, at frequent intervals. As such, it gave good views as it quivered atop its perch; it was throwing its song out with its head right back as it was perched on a wild-rose bush.

It was a grey-brown locustella with a rounded tail, long-under-tail coverts, and a pale fringe to the closed wing. However, it also had streaking on the throat and upper breast, and white tipped under-tail coverts.

I suggested it was a memorable sight, which was one not likely to be repeated.... .

However, in June 1996 I saw one much closer (and even from my car) as it sang adjacent to a car-park near Kielder Water, in Northumberland in the first half of June 1996.

And then I saw one found by Peter Alley in the iris-filled gullies near Houlland on Unst in very early October 2018.

River Warbler, Boughton Fen, Norfolk, July 1989 (photographs credited to Peter Ewer).

Caspian Tern – Stanpit Marsh Local Nature Reserve, Christchurch Harbour, Christchurch, Dorset, 16^th June 1988

Unfortunately, again, contemporaneous notes are somewhat lacking in this instance. However, the bird in question was seen on both Thursday the 16th and Friday 17th June when, at least on the latter date, I would have been conveniently passing by as part of my work on the Purbeck to Southampton Pipeline Project..... . or something like that. Obviously. 

Shamefully, I can remember little about the bird. 

Even more shamefully, I can remember even less about my initial twitch on (I think) Thursday the 16th June. 

However, Alison Downs (nee Bunting), who was my girlfriend when I was working on the Purbeck to Southampton Pipeline project in Dorset and Hampshire, is always keen to tell me that, when the news broke, we were apparently just on our way off out for a meal. As such, seemingly she was dressed in high-heeled boots, and a purple Christian Dior knitted skirt with a long pearl necklace. Quite a look to be rocking at a twitch on the saltmarshes around of Christchurch Harbour. Meanwhile, clearly, I was just the scruffy bloke with her.

Sadly, there are no photographs to illustrate this account, neither of Alison all glammed up, nor of the Caspian Tern. It was a long time ago, after all.

Although I don't remember the details that Alison is always so keen to remind me of, I do remember that the bird frequented the mudflats of the harbour and was seen both resting on and flying over them. It was clearly a large tern approaching the size of Herring Gull with a black cap, forked tail and heavy, bright orange-red bill. It was highly distinctive from a distance, as a large grey and white, black-capped, orange-billed tern.

Many, many years later (28, in fact) in July 2016, I saw a well-travelled one-day bird at Carr Vale Derbyshire Wildlife Trust Nature Reserve, whilst visiting my father in Chesterfield. Carr Vale was the scene of walks with the girls and their grandad when they were young and, subsequently, a place where I did various bird surveys whilst working on the ill-fated leg of the HS2 Project in Derbyshire and Yorkshire. 

In lieu of a photograph of the June 1988 Alison Bunting or Stanpit Marsh Caspian Tern, I managed to locate a photograph of the July 2016 Carr Vale Caspian Tern.

Caspian Tern, Carr Vale, Derbyshire, July 2016 (photograph credited to Peter Gerrity).

Lesser White-fronted Goose – Slimbridge Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust Reserve, Slimbridge, Gloucestershire, 24^th January 1988

On Sunday the 24th January, whilst on a twitch from Swanage in Dorset, where I was living whilst working at the BP Wytch Farm Project, and having seen what was probably a dodgy golden plover (as opposed to a Pacific Golden Plover) I continued on to Slimbridge Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust reserve. Now, this wasn’t just to visit another (or more accurately the very first and best) Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust reserve, I was on a mission.

Slimbridge (routinely?) had a vagrant wintering Lesser White-fronted Goose during some of most winters at this time*. So, whilst it was interesting to see Slimbridge itself (I likened it to a mature Martin Mere!) it was the goose I was after.

Having made my way to the crammed hides, I joined others working my way through the feeding flocks of (Russian) White-fronted Geese ad nauseum. This didn’t seem too promising, and it was also very annoying due to the presence of the youth wing of the movement.

However, salvation was eventually found in the form of the Lesser White-fronted Goose in front of another of the hides in the row.

Once in the hide it was just that – right in front – literally the closest bird! So (even though I had them around my feet on my way back through the collection) I got really close views, only a few hundred metres away! It was distinctly smaller than the host (Russian) White-fronted Geese, with a shorter (and as such seemingly thicker?) neck, and a high crown / forehead, noticeably shorter deep-based conical bill, with a darker head and neck, and a yellow orbital ring. As it was a first-winter bird, there was only a hint of a white ‘shield’ and no (strong) barring on the belly.

Many, many years later, courtesy of the finder, Mark Wilkinson, I saw another at Quendale, on South Mainland Shetland, in early October 2015. However, this was a somewhat plastic bird which was the offspring of wild-caught Russian birds, which had been released in Swedish Lapland on 8th July as part of the National Swedish Action Plan for the species’ recovery. Although it had clearly made it across the North Sea, it was more like to birds in the collection – it was very approachable, and as such not very credible.

* Whilst researching for this write-up, I discovered that the bird I saw was perhaps the last of the generally annual records of this species at Slimbridge. I also discovered that Sir Peter Scott had actually established Slimbridge precisely because he had discovered that the area was a regular wintering site for very small numbers of the species, having found the first record there in December 1945 (50% of all UK Lesser White-fronted Goose records are from Slimbridge). Further, the creation of Slimbridge led to the BBC Wildlife Unit being based in nearby Bristol.

A subsequent first-winter Lesser White-fronted Goose at Slimbridge WWT, Gloucestershire in 2003 (photograph credited to Paul Marshall).

 Western Black-eared Wheatear –Stiffkey, Norfolk, 30^th October 1993

A long-staying Black-eared Wheatear........ ? Eh? Is there such a thing? * 

Too good to miss says I.

So I travelled from my new job working on the Scotland to Northern Ireland Pipeline Project in Newton Stewart in Galloway to Leigh in Greater Manchester, on Friday the 29th October. Another twitch with Paul Pugh was in the offing.

At 06:00 the following morning we (Paul Pugh, Neil Tasker and I) were on our way to our appointment with a real blocker. After a run-in with a tractor and trailer en route we made it by c.09:30 – good going. The rest was equally easy – we parked up, walked along the shore path and then inland to the pig farm and (after a minor panic as it moved around as we arrived) the bird.

This proceeded to show well, firstly around the field beyond the pig farm, and then secondly, and memorably, around the pig farm itself.

It was a small(ish) wheatear – a pied-type. It was broadly similar in appearance to a female-type Northern Wheatear but was compact looking. Its plumage was pale and it had a orangey flush on the breast, and a wheatear tail pattern which involved a white rump with a narrow black tail band T which extended along the edges of the tail.

We made the most of our trip to North Norfolk by taking in a very confiding Olive-backed Pipit at Holkham Pines, before driving back to Wigan. En route, as we reached the A1, the pager alerted us to a Red-flanked Bluetail at Winspit in Dorset, but that was another story.

Subsequently, this bird become a Western Black-eared Wheatear....... .

* In researching this post, I came across a quote by Alan Tate, the rare bird photographer in which he noted, when referring to Black-eared Wheatear, "Until this record, the most notorious of species for never staying for a second day. I once met a birder who had twitched fourteen and not seen one! This popular October bird in Norfolk bucked the trend and stayed nine days, showing very well to a constant stream of admirers”. All the more amazing then, that we unblocked the even more enigmatic Red-flanked Bluetail the following day.

Black-eared Wheatear, Stiffkey, Norfolk, October 1993 (both photographs attributed to unknown).

Red-rumped Swallow – Corfe Mullen, Dorset, 20^th July 1988

Mr Harry Lovell’s Amazing Performing Red-rumped Swallow!!!

An attempt to capture the bird as it was when first seen in the gloaming on the late evening of the 20th July.

One evening (that of Wednesday the 20th July to be exact), whilst I was at ‘home’ in the flat I was renting in Westcliffe, Bournemouth (having moved there from Swanage via a temporary stay in Poole whilst working on the Purbeck to Southampton Pipeline) I received a ‘phone call from Paul Pugh about a Red-rumped Swallow in Dorset.

It transpired that there had briefly been a message on Birdline about an apparently breeding bird somewhere in the county, before the message was deleted (presumably as it related to a breeding bird....).

Obviously, given she was an office holder of the New Dorset Bird Club (she was the Membership Secretary) I immediately ‘phoned Alison, my then girlfriend, and prevailed upon her. She was tasked with finding out all she could..... . Suitably intimidated into action, she ‘phoned George Green, the Chairman of the New Dorset Bird Club (I was never quite sure what happened to the old club....).

Anyway, the girl done good, and so we rushed, as late as it was, to Corfe Mullen, me collecting Alison from Merley en route. Why? Well, it transpired that this is where the bird was; we found our way to a large estate house near a road junction just off the A31.

Once parked up, we joined others (a few others) at the entrance to the drive of the house from where the bird could be seen roosting on some wires. Amazing!!!

Views that evening were not helped by the fading light, but at least the bird was perched.

However, the next day (obviously, given I was working on the pipeline and out on site all day everyday!) I returned. Once again, I waited at the entrance to the drive, but this time, the owner of the house, Mr. Harry Lovell, invited me in to the driveway and provided me with a chair and a cup of tea! In these perfect conditions I waited for perfect views, but, unfortunately, I was probably sitting too close, as although the bird circled around and around, it only visited the nest (it was, in fact, ‘assisting’ at an active House Martin nest) once. (I think Mr. Harry Lovell was lonely, and once he had got over his concerns about lots of people descending on him to see his bird, he quite liked the attention that it, and therefore he, got).

I returned on many other occasions to watch this amazing bird (it was fantastic escape from the pressures of working on the pipeline).

Compared to a swallow it could be picked out by the subtly broader, blunter wings and thicker tail streamers (which had a tuning fork -like configuration). It was distinctive in flight – circling high and relatively slowly? It had an orangey-buff rump, and similarly colour nape and supercilium, with pale under-parts and dark metallic blue back and crown, and blackish wings and tail. It had a distinctive ‘chewick’ call.

Subsequently I saw one at Stodmarsh in Kent in April 1990 and others at Spurn and on St Mary’s.. .

Clearly one of my photographs, but even in this poor image the distinctive 'jizz' of the species when in flight is apparent.

The house of Mr Harry Lovell showing the House Martin nest that the Red-rumped Swallow was assisting at.

Red-rumped Swallow, Corfe Mullen, Dorset, July 1988 (photograph credited to unknown).

 Nutcracker – Cocknage Wood, near Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, 18^th October 1991

Perhaps I should have long weekends more often?

It was autumn 1991, and I had spent the preceding months working on the construction of the Shell North West Ethylene Pipeline in Lancashire and Cheshire, based at offices in Preston and staying at my Auntie’s in Lytham during the week, and at my friend Carol Carrington’s at the weekends. And very full on it was (I invoiced for 168 hours in a fortnight in the most intensive phase). As such, I rarely had the opportunity to visit St. Albans, where I still nominally lived.

However, on this particular occasion, I had managed to get a flyer on the Friday afternoon to get my weekend in St. Albans off to a good start. Better, I ‘phoned Birdline and was advised that there was a Nutcracker at Cocknage Wood, near Stoke-on-Trent in Staffordshire (it had been there since the 15th October, perhaps betraying that there was little time or purpose in me ‘phoning Birdline earlier during the working week?). All the same, this was now very convenient, given I would soon be passing on the M6.

Oh, that they were always that easy! Once there (oh, that it was that easy!) I was rewarded with excellent if intermittent views of a Nutcracker as it gambolled across the back lawn of a large house like an outsized demented Starling, fly-catching.

It was dark brown overall, with intricate white flecking and white under-tail coverts. There was less white flecking on the remiges, crown, etc., and the bill was stout and pointed.

The scene of the corvid.....

Nutcracker, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, October 1991 (photograph credited to unknown).

https://youtu.be/eov8LBDSUi0 Nutcracker video (video credited to Alan Shaw).