Great and Cory’s Shearwaters – Porthgwarra / Western Approaches, 14^th / 15^th August 1993

Something a tad different; two for the price of one, as, predictably, I have frequently seen these species in conjunction, ever since I finally unlocked the mystery of 'large shearwaters' during a late summer trip to Cornwall in late summer 1993, but also subsequently. But more of that later. First, back to 1993.

Months before this tick, my birding mate Paul Pugh and I had committed to going on a Scillonian Pelagic in 1993. This was scheduled for Sunday the 15th August, and so we had driven to Cornwall on Friday the 13th August, having seen U2 at Wembley on the night of Thursday the 12th August. Glorious!

As the pelagic was on the Sunday we had time to do things en route and once in western Cornwall. For example, we visited both the Thorburn Museum in Liskeard and Porthgwarra on the Friday, although the first was more successful than the second. However, doing a sea-watch from Porthgwarra in mid-August, immediately prior to a Scillonian Pelagic, still felt like the right thing to do.

So, having had a good night in the Dock Inn in Penzance where we were staying, we tried again the next day. This time our sea-watch at Porthgwarra had one subtle difference....... it was successful!!

Despite the negative signs (on initial appearances it was even calmer than the previous night and those present had tales of very limited early morning sightings as Paul and I arrived), we scored in a big way in the 2.5 hours we were there. Having been told that there was no real point getting there too early, we didn’t. We opted for a 07:00 for 07:30 breakfast and so finally arrived at gone 08:00. As we arrived at the time-honoured sea-watching auditorium we were greeted by many birders and wonderful conditions.

A good early sign, despite the limited news, was a Basking Shark idly feeding at the base of the cliffs, plus leaping shoals of squid(?).

The whole scene, but the shark in particular, was magnificent. Pelagic bird species were apparently few, with a few Manx Shearwater (tantalising with the possibility of accompanying Mediterranean, or as we now say, Balearic, no, make that Mediterranean again!) passing westwards at the range of the Runnels Stone Buoy. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, a Great Shearwater (and then two Cory’s Shearwaters for good measure) at the same sort of range – went by.

The Great Shearwater was sufficiently close to get the cap and the under-wing pattern – all very impressive after being such a mystery for so long.

But strangely, due to the dread of 16 hours at sea the following day there was the feeling of slight frustration at the perversity of birding.... .

More was the anticipation for the following day. Indeed, expectations were fulfilled, and more. The shearwaters provided an encore in a big way during the Scillonian Pelagic out into the Western Approaches.

Paul and I were up at 04:15 for our sea-faring birding. We strolled across to the harbour from the Dock Inn to join the queue. We boarded after a short wait. As we tried to find a suitable place to base ourselves we spotted others, including Bernie Beck, cambering up onto the superstructure near the funnel, so we did the same, joining him and several other notorieties.

Fortunately, given my unease on the high seas, it was flat calm as we headed off out past Scilly in search of fishing boats.

An early Cory’s Shearwater did a close fly-past, and proved to us what a good vantage point we had.

Eventually we found fishing boats, and settled into a pattern of closing in, checking out the accompanying flock of birds, chumming as necessary, and then circling, before moving off to find the next boats.

This was very productive, Great Skua, Sabine’s Gull, Manx Shearwater, Cory’s Shearwater, Storm Petrel, Kittiwake, etc., were all seen. But no Great Shearwater! Was yesterday’s bird going to be it?

No. Arguably the best bird was a Great Shearwater, which, after we turned to go back, appeared, as if from nowhere, and swept straight towards our starboard bows and then memorably banked as it was alongside, flashing its under-wing in an apparent piece of supreme bravado.

The Great Shearwaters we saw were notable in terms of their size (a large shearwater, approaching a large gull in size), with a less than languid flight action involving a few stiff, quick flaps before a long glides..... . The plumage involved, basically, dark brown upper-parts and white under-parts. The upper-wings were progressively darker towards the tips, and the under-wings had a pattern of dark markings, particularly on the inner wing. They had a white collar / dark cap effect and a black-billed.

Having seen (poorly) two Cory’s Shearwater passing quickly westwards of Porthgwarra (quickly being the operative word – they moved extremely fast when they wanted to) I wanted better views. As we sailed westwards off Porthgwarra at the start of the Scillonian Pelagic the following day almost the first bird we saw as the day dawned was a Cory’s Shearwater, boding well. Good views were obtained, and others were seen later. However, as a finale, so as not to be outdone by the Great Shearwater perhaps, as we returned to Cornish waters several more were seen in the evening light.

The Cory's Shearwaters we saw were similarly notable in terms of their size (a large shearwater, approaching a large gull in size), with a languid flight action involving a few shallow flaps before a long glides on slightly bowed wings. The plumage involved, basically, grey-brown upper-parts and white under-parts. The upper-wings were progressively darker towards the tips, and the under-wings had a dark surround, particularly on the trailing edge. They were pale-headed and yellow-billed.

Subsequently, for many years, large shearwaters retreated from my focus unless I visited the Scillies in autumn, and sea-watched from Horse Point on St Agnes or from the Scillonian in the 2010s.

However, meanwhile, the world was changing  rapidly, and on a few occasions I managed to see lone Cory's Shearwaters in the Firth of Forth in the 2010s and 2020s. Indeed, one transformed into a Scopoli's Shearwater almost before my eyes in August 2020, immediately before I moved back into the centre of South Queensferry; had I moved a few days earlier I would literally have been able to see this bird from the garden!!!!

Then, on the 17th September 2022 I was fortunate enough to be one of a handful of birders on the Isle of May who managed to see both Cory's and Great Shearwater flying north past the Low Light in a fantastically memorable couple of hours. One of those very centrally involved, Alan Lauder,  had grown up sea-watching from St Abbs Head and never in his wildest dreams had he imagined seeing a large shearwater in the North Sea, let alone both species.

Additionally, in September / October 2023, 2024 and 2025 Ken Shaw, Andy Williams and I had weeks on Lewis and in the second and third years put in a good amount of time sea-watching at the Butt of Lewis. Certainly on one occasion in 2024 this produced a steady passage of Great Shearwaters, such that we were each calling birds as they went through.

And lastly, in October 2024, during a week staying of St Mary's and birding the Scillies, Chris Pendlebury and made the very good decision to take the last Scilly Pelagics trip out to Bishop's Rock of the year on the 22nd, in the hope that the Red-footed Booby would still be there. It was, but just as memorable was the feeding frenzy of shearwaters, including loads of both Cory's and Great, no longer mythic but always epic. 

No photographs of either of the two shearwaters involved are available, I'm afraid. However, this photograph was taken from Porthgwarra on Friday the 13th August, and shows the Scillonian III plying her was back to Penzance two days before we boarded her for our very successful Scillonian Pelagic.

Redhead – Bleasby Gravel Pits, Bleasby, Nottinghamshire, 15^th March 1996

The news of the Redhead in deepest Nottinghamshire was unfortunately not revealed until Saturday the 9th March 2006. As I was already in South Queensferry with my ex-, Gilly, I couldn’t quite bring myself to journey down to Nottinghamshire again over the course of what was left of the weekend, so soon after my previous trip there (for the Cedar Waxwing on the 23rd February 2006). I decided to make the most of my weekend at home. This conviction was briefly swayed when Chris McGuigan phoned on the Sunday afternoon and suggested he was going down for it and all the other good stuff, Black-throated Thrush, Cedar Waxwing, etc.. However, the allure was brief and disappeared altogether when a 04:00 start on Monday morning was suggested. I therefore declined the offer, partly as I realised that behind this was an attempt to get me to take my car.

So, on the Monday, as had been arranged, I ‘phoned Mark Hannay, my birding landowner friend from this time, when I was in Galloway working on the Scotland to Northern Ireland Pipeline Project, about a night out at his place, Cardoness, to look at each other’s holiday photographs from our respective recent trips. I suggested that circumstances had changed somewhat, and Mark indicated that he would be interested in going for it with me. We developed a formative plan, which was further developed on the Tuesday night, but I was still surprised that he was able to get away early on Friday the 15th March. This strategy was confirmed on Thursday night, and so we were able to set off at c.10:30 on the Friday morning. After stops at the post office and bank in Gatehouse-of-Fleet, and the printers in Dumfries, we made our way to Bleasby in Nottinghamshire, arriving by late afternoon.

After a false start – walking alongside the wrong pit, and worse, the terrible stringing by me of one of the two Pochards on it, we were redirected to the Jubilee Pit. We drove back into the village, walked to the pit, and were confronted by some 50 Pochards moving away from us, amongst which Mark quickly located a slightly bigger, ‘odder’ version whilst I opted to put up my ‘scope, although I had glimpsed such a bird as I scanned.

We enjoyed, more or less to ourselves, the bird for some 20 minutes or so as it dived amongst the flock, bringing up large amounts of weed. It was distinctly, surprisingly so, different, bigger and bulkier, with a basically similar overall plumage pattern, except for darker grey flanks and upperparts. The head was rounder, the eye yellow rather than red, and the bill was distinctively marked.

Two (less than useful) 'context' photographs of the gravel pit involved. It's out there somewhere.

Redhead, Bleasby Gravel Pits, Nottinghamshire, March 1996 (photograph credited to unknown).

Eastern Olivaceous Warbler – Collieston, Aberdeenshire, 16^th September 2000

Not sure why, and maybe just excuses, but I quite like this improvised 'half-finished' field sketch attempt to illustrate the Eastern Olivaceous Warbler. It occurred to me that there was limited sense in trying to capture every last detail of every feather tract of a bird we can't (since the advent of Western and Eastern) identify in the field, and anyway, bet of luck getting it to pose in the open long enough to be able to sketch all of it! So this will have to do.

The news of an (Eastern) Olivaceous Warbler at Collieston, in Aberdeenshire on Wednesday the 13th September 2000 had me jumping about somewhat whilst I was waiting for Gillian to return with Ellen and Tessa. I began to instantly formulate my plans, ‘phoning Graham Clark and generally getting ready to go, come what may.

Once Gillian and the girls returned, I discussed my plans with her, and, as a result, it was agreed that I should take Ellen. We jointly packed up everything I might need for her, and then Ellen and I departed at c.12:37.

Despite the fuel crisis and speed cameras on the A90(T), I was determined to get there as soon as possible, and we did so at about 15:00.

I found the scene of the twitch easily enough, which proved to be an area of lawn with a caravan and car access behind some large old houses and gardens in the village of Collieston. This seemed ideal for Ellen as we were away from the road and so it proved, generally so at least. She was in her element and was befriended by a young boy from one of the houses, who offered her some of his chocolate bar.

Unfortunately, despite these seemingly ideal circumstances, the bird was not to be found.

After bribes in the form of a Milky Bar and also a nappy change, we moved to the Manse garden, which seemed to offer more prospect of the bird being there. Again, the proved to be ideal for Ellen, as there was a large lawn surrounded by the wooded cover in which her Dad hoped to locate the bird.

She really enjoyed this setting, in particular the steep slope, which she tried to climb up and down with mixed success, as well as the garden bench and the porch of the Manse, which she invited herself into. Perhaps she was trying to tell me she was cold. The small assembly seemed to cope with her presence in good spirit, but still the bird wasn’t found.

We took the hint and travelled back, stopping off in Stonehaven for fish and chips….. Damn, I had dipped!

However, the bird stuck and so at c.08:20 on Saturday the 16th September, Graham and I left for a weekend in the Aberdeenshire, the prime purpose of which, as far as I was concerned, was to finally get to grips with the Olivaceous Warbler. We arrived at c.11:00 to be told by Angus Murray, Calum Scott, et al., that we had missed it showing well at the Manse garden – by 10 minutes!

We, or particularly I, then endured 3.5 hours of misery trying to get good views of the bird. It continually eluded my forlorn attempts to see it both at the Manse garden, and after it had been flushed (possibly by me!) back at the gardens behind the Post Office. Apart from a Pied Flycatcher and some Goldcrests, I saw little throughout this period. Graham did get adequate views during this time, but for me anyway, these views were dire. When the bird was showing it was always obscured, and often I was only able to follow its movements by following the movements of vegetation.

Graham left to go off birding at c.14:30, after which I preceded to get some 2.5 hours of good views, until his return. Initially, it was watched as it slowly worked its way through the coppiced willows, again betrayed only by the movement of branches, before it finally gave itself up in the dog rose hedge alongside the field and then in the lower branches of the conifer. From then on, it was generally in view in either of the two sycamores or in the conifer.

Whether this apparent change in behaviour was due to the warm afternoon sunshine (in contrast to the weather of the midweek afternoon visit) or the gradual reduction of numbers of birders looking for it (eventually I was one of two people watching it) was not clear, but it certainly did show well for much of the afternoon. Often, especially when it was in the sycamores, I was able to get on it with the ‘scope, and as a result I was able to examine it in some detail.

In flight the bird looked like a large warbler and was apparently grey (a similar shade to male Blackcap). However, when feeding and working its way through the branches of its chosen vegetation, it looked a browner colour

Although a Hippolais warbler, was superficially like a bleached Reed Warbler, both in structure and plumage. It was perhaps a few millimetres bigger than a Reed Warbler, but had a more attenuated appearance, particularly regarding the head and bill. The forehead was flat and sloping, and the bill was long and narrow, with a yellowish base to the dull grey-brown lower mandible. The upper mandible was also dull grey-brown. The ‘facial expression’ was blank, due to a faint supercilium that was concentrated in front of the eye and ended at the rear edge of the indistinct eye-ring with which it merged.

Tail flicking was not seen very often, if at all, and the grey-white outer edges and white tips to outer tail feathers were also not observed. It was though, heard to call very occasionally, a clicking ‘clack’ typically of such species.

It was apparently of the elaeica race (and as such subsequently became a full species, Eastern Olivaceous Warbler, in its own right).

It was eventually seen really well, and although examined in some considerable detail, and obviously an Olivaceous Warbler, the subtle nuances of its plumage compared to confusion species such as Reed Warbler and Booted Warbler and features such as the primary projection, tail-flicking, etc., not necessarily observed.

Eastern Olivaceous Warbler in the hand, Collieston, Aberdeenshire, September 2000 (photograph credited to Paul Baxter).

Gull-billed Tern – Penclacwydd Wildfowl and Wetlands Reserve, near Llanelli, Carmarthenshire, 19^th July 1996

Patience pays off. Having previously bemoaned my luck being in Central Scotland when this potential tick had reappeared in South Wales for the second weekend running, I scored the following Friday. It was my ex’s Gilly long weekend, so I too left work in mid afternoon on the Thursday, to meet up with Gilly and travel to my mother’s in Burnley / her parents in Accrington, taking in the Spanish Sparrow on the edge of the Lake District on the way (if only it was that easy on the previous Sunday!). As we got to Lancashire, a message on the pager informed me that Phil from Bolton was offering a lift. I ‘phoned him from Gilly’s parents, and after he had given me copious amounts of directions, he then suggested a 02:00 departure. I was knackered anyway as it was so, belatedly I declined the offer!

Consequently, I was faced with another solo twitch as Gilly in turn declined my offer. I set the alarm, not knowing what time I wanted to get up at, but, as it was, I awoke anyway at 04:45 and so was away by 05:15. With minor delays in the vicinities of the Birmingham and Cardiff conurbations I made good progress into deepest South Wales. The pager had told me that the bird was still present, on the estuary from the Copperhouse roundabout, but then at 09:06, as I approached Llanelli, the news was updated to say that the bird had left there and flown towards the Penclacwydd Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust reserve. I was therefore able to drive straight there, following the brown ‘constipated duck’ signs. The only trouble was that it wasn’t open until after 09:30. However, just when I was thinking it might have disappeared again by this time, at 09:16, as I got closer, a further message told me that the reserve was now open.

Once there I assembled my gear, and on reaching the entrance was greeted by a very enthusiastic staff member. I paid my (reduced) entrance fee, and was then escorted to the British Steel Hide. From here views across the saltmarsh and pools were possible. Roosting alongside the pools were flocks of Black-headed Gulls, amongst which was the Gull-billed Tern.

I took it in well, as at first it was roosting (looking almost moribund and so easy to draw), but later becoming more active. It flew around circling and wheeling over the saltmarsh, and showing well, at one stage mobbing a Grey Heron with an eel. It continued this pattern of resting and then flying around throughout my stay. 

The atmosphere in the hide was comparatively relaxed due to the ease of seeing this otherwise difficult bird. At one stage it was noted by the assembled crowd in the hide, including Lee Evans, to be really struggling to scratch itself with its right foot. It became apparent that its left leg was gammy as it badly hobbled each time it attempted to stand on its left leg. I said something like, “I wonder how long it will take it to work out that if it swims it will be able to scratch its head whilst it floats,” at which point someone suggested, rather bizarrely, that I must have been a Gull-billed Tern in a past life!?*?

It was excellent to get such good views of an otherwise difficult bird. Its overall appearance was similar, obviously, to Sandwich Tern, with the same basic plumage pattern of light grey upperparts and white underparts, and a black cap. However, the build was heavier, and it was longer legged. The legs were black, as was the bill which was a sturdy dagger shape. The black cap was more like Common Tern in size and shape. Whilst resting, the tail streamers were observed to be just longer than the wing tips, although it was not noted whether this was the case when the bird standing. In flight, the upperwing showed a definite primary wedge on the outer primaries, which was also observed on the underwing. The tail was only slightly forked, perhaps as it was in moult.

An excellent bird, leaving me very grateful that finally one had stayed around!

A general view from the hide at Penclacwydd WWT Reserve.

Gull-billed Tern at Penclacwydd WWT Reserve, Llanelli. Carmathenshire, July 1996 (photograph credited to George Reszeter).

White-tailed Lapwing – Caerlaverock Wildfowl and Wetlands Reserve, Caerlaverock, Dumfries and Galloway, 6^th June 2007

At 10:32 on the morning of Wednesday the 6th June I was travelling south on the M74 to Elizabeth’s in Ryton-on-Dunsmore, Warwickshire. (Warwickshire, where the only previous twitchable White-tailed Plover (as it was in old currency) had been, in 1975; I could have seen it if only I’d starting twitching 18 years before I did!).

I was just passing Ecclefechan when I received a text from my erstwhile mate Stuart Green saying, “There’s a White-tailed Plover at Caerlaverock. Not a wind up”. Driving or not, I immediately ‘phoned Stuart (who was seemingly doing a vantage point survey on a hill somewhere in Ayrshire) for confirmation. However, concurrently, (i.e., also timed at 10:32) I also received a message on my pager telling me the same thing. Stuart informed me that he too was on his way; he was abandoning his survey to twitch Caerlaverock from deepest Ayrshire.

Anyway, suitably motivated, I, er, ‘put my foot down’, and hammered to Caerlaverock. Now, as it turns out, there was a quicker cross-country route from Ecclefechan to Caerlaverock but as I was already on the M74 I continued on to the A75(T) and then west to Dumfries.

Anyway, less than 40 minutes after the news broke I arrived at Caerlaverock, probably amongst the very first person to arrive. It was 11:10.

Having parked up, and gathered my gear. As I did so, another birder arrived and I excitedly asked him if he was here to see the plover. I had misjudged him as he proved to be something of a novice, who, unsurprisingly was oblivious of any such news.

Anyway, I rushed quickly to reception and paid in. I cannot remember whether I received any guidance as to where the bird was at reception (or whether I knew this from the pager messages), but I rushed to Hide 8.

On arrival, rather than a hide full of celebrating twitchers, all eager to get me on the bird, it turned out to be just me and the novice I had met earlier in the car-park!

A what now? Said novice in an otherwise empty hide looking for a complete crip he'd never heard of.

Anyway, thankfully, I was, without too much trouble, able to relocate the bird, such that at 11:39 (less than an hour after first getting the news) I ‘phoned an update to good old Angus ‘Timothy’ Murray at Birdline Scotland.

I enjoyed the bird, and particularly enjoyed virtually having it to myself but obviously other then gradually began to arrive, including Mark Hannay, my land-owner friend from Gatehouse-of-Fleet in Galloway, who I had alerted.

He and I then we went to the Tower Hide, where views were much better (as it was elevated and the bird wasn’t as obscured) but more distant, and by then disrupted by the crowded hordes.

Eventually, because of this, I decided it was time to cut my losses and continue my journey south, having very fortuitously been in the right place at the right time to bang in an amazing bird en route. It was a fourth for Britain (and so supremely rare, certainly at the time!). It wasn’t always like that!

What can I say? Sex on legs! It was an adult, and had mainly buffy light brown upper-parts and under-parts, although the plain face, cheeks and throat and lower breast and under-tail coverts were white. The striking black and white ‘lapwing’ wing pattern was largely hidden at rest (although black and white bands could be seen along the closed wing). It had a longish Lapwing-type black bill, and extra-ordinarily long bright yellow legs. In flight in had solid black wing tips, and broad white mid-wing band and a white rump and tail, beyond which (unsurprisingly!) the long yellow legs trailed.

Stuart never did make it. He ploughed into the back on a car turning right on the notorious A75(T). Fortunately, everyone was alright, but this twitching thing...!

White-tailed Lapwing at Caerlaverock WWT Reserve, Caerlaverock, Dumfries and Galloway, June 2007 (photograph credited to Paul Bowyer).

White-tailed Lapwing at Caerlaverock WWT Reserve, Caerlaverock, Dumfries and Galloway, June 2007 (photograph credited to Paul Bowyer).

 Pallid Harrier – Elmley RSPB Reserve, Isle of Sheppey, Kent, 15^th August 2002

My sketch drawing of the Pallid Harrier, attempting and failing to 'capture' the views involved, which were distant, and in soft, evening light and through a blizzard of thistle down. Somewhat of a challenge for my artistic 'ability'.

On Saturday the 10^th August 2002 news of a seemingly good Slender-billed Curlew (*%@****!) again in Northumberland was accompanied with more than a mild flurry of anticipation. This flurry disappeared almost straight away only to be replaced by the desperation of a bloody good bird down south with no prospect of getting there – a Pallid Harrier at Elmley, Kent. I suffered in relative silence, biding my time….. .

Once back at work in Hammersmith, London, I spoke to my St. Albans based mates; Pete Ewer had seen it on the Sunday having driven to Elmley from Cley and Mike Thompson had reverted to his ‘seen it elsewhere in the W. Palaearctic / World mode’ and wasn't interested, having just come back from Ecuador and the Galapagos.

I briefly thought about a train journey or something, but decided that I was too busy at work and what the hell.

However, I remembered that Graham Clark was driving down from Edinburgh to stop over at his Mum's in Rickmansworth before leading his next Limosa trip, to Rumania – including three days on a barge in the Danube delta after all the floods in Central Europe!!!!. We had planned to meet up anyway for a pint on the Thursday night in St. Albans, possibly after visiting Tring Reservoirs…..

When I contacted Graham early in the week, he said he would be up for the harrier if it was still around on Thursday.... .

How pissed off was I when it was reported as flying off high to the north-west on Wednesday and then not reported again! Graham and I resigned ourselves to Plan A.

So when the news of its ‘reappearance’ came on the pager on the Thursday early pm I was an extremely happy man. With some difficulty I managed to contact Graham, who was on a map buying expedition to Stanfords in Central London and didn't know about its reappearance as the message was paged when he was on the Underground. As a result, it wasn’t until I got to my flat in St. Albans that I was finally able to speak to him, although I had been able to leave messages with his Mum and on his mobile. I had left work early for an ‘interview’, and got to my flat by 15:30; in the meanwhile, the battery of my mobile had packed up, so until I managed to speak to Graham things had been quite fraught for me – would my gamble pay off?

Indeed, his mother was quite dismissive of the concept I explained, on the understandable basis that Graham had driven down to Rickmansworth the previous day and was getting up at 04:30 the following morning to be at Heathrow earlier than his clients. I had some faith, and so it proved when I finally managed to speak to Graham once back at my flat. He was up for it!

There was a slight catch in that having returned from London Graham still had some chores to do, including sending off his pager to RBA for a ‘brain operation’ whilst he was away in Rumania.

However, I occupied myself with some DIY, and having done this and got ready for a mad twitch, Graham eventually arrived at 17:00 and shortly afterwards we were tonking along the rush hour M25 and M20 and M2. There were some minor delays due to a thunder shower, but otherwise Grahams’ passion got us there very quickly, getting to Elmley at 18:30 – St. Albans to Elmley RSPB Reserve in less than 90 minutes! Meanwhile, there was some news in the affirmative to spur us on during the journey. Graham had never previously had the pleasure of Sheppey so I was able to prepare him and also reminisce about my earlier visits there.

On arrival, Elmley struck us both as being is not somewhere where you would want to be looking for something highly mobile on your own with its’ vast landscape of grazing marshes and vast skyscapes. No birders cars or birders were initially in view but fortunately as we approached the hill upon which the reserve centre at Kingshill Farm is situated, to my relief, both were visible.

Fortunately, about 25 birders were already there and had it staked out as it was perched on the ground. Unfortunately that was what it did for the majority of the time – and so seeing the key i.d. features was limited to a few short and distant flight views. However, given that it was no hassle to park amongst those birders already there and that I got a quick look at it in someone else’s ‘scope, before leisurely taking turns to look at it through Graham’s over the course of the next hour or more.

This was very relaxing, having left work behind early that afternoon and spent some time at home, I was now looking at a bird I had always wanted to see in the UK., and despite being in southern Britain, near the motorway network, there were very few other birders there.

I took in the bird as best I could, but it was distant, and most of the time partially obscured by the vegetation in the field within which it was perched on the ground. Although the light was initially good, this began to fade, and there was lots of shadow, whilst at the same time there was also some heat haze, and a constant light blizzard of thistle down. Towards the end of our stay, the bird become more active, flying around and perching on fence-posts, and generally showing better. However, by this time the light had significantly deteriorated, with the result that Graham and I eventually lost the bird.

By then though, it was duly on my list. Whilst on the ground (which was interesting enough, just seeing a harrier on the ground) it was a typical male grey type harrier. However, there was the perception of it being a relatively slight harrier, even though there was nothing for it to be relative to. It just looked to be rather delicate. In terms of plumage, the overall colour was obviously a pale grey, but around the upper breast this appeared to be lighter, whilst the scapulars and wing coverts appeared to be darker than would be expected in a fully adult bird. In addition, at certain angles the face pattern appeared to involve as darker mask area around the eye. As such, the bird sometimes recalled a Black-shouldered Kite in a similar sub-adult plumage.

The most diagnostic and dramatic moment came the second time the bird flew. The previous time it flew just a few metres and then landed again. However, this time, as I was watching it through the ‘scope I was able to get almost a ‘freeze-frame’ view of its fully raised right wing, revealing the neat thin lozenge-shaped black wedge at the tip of the central primaries. On the previous occasion I had observed that on the upper-wing these patches appeared to be a very dark brown and slightly diffuse.

Very little other plumage detail was noted, but that was enough – I had got my ‘fix’ on its i.d.. I wasn’t really able to appreciate any detail regarding the soft parts.

In flight the bird was a typical harrier, but looked reasonably slight in terms of its build.

I also managed Peregrine, Hobby, Kestrel, Marsh Harrier, Little Owl, c.100 Yellow Wagtail, c.3 Wheatears, etc., in our hour and a half stay. Catching up with such a good tick was excellent news particularly after the disappointment of the weekend, Burnley getting thrashed 3-1 at home, and my consolation prize disappearing – only to reappear!!! And we still got in our beer in St. Albans.

  Pallid Harrier, Elmley RSPB Reserve, August 2001 (photograph credited to Richard Andrews).

Many years later, in May 2017, I saw the fantastic displaying male near Dunsop Bridge in Bowland Lancashire. This was a mixed experience as watching the bird sky-dancing was absolutely superb, but a complete **** gamekeeper rather spoilt the ambience, and I was journeying back from my father’s funeral.

Western Orphean Warbler – Hartlepool Headland, Hartlepool, Cleveland, 29^th May 2012

Although the Western Orphean Warbler showed throughout my visit, it was very inactive (and often partially obscured) possibly reflecting its very recent arrival, making any views of its key features beyond the obvious very hard to obtain. So, although I certainly didn't see it in the hand, I've opted to do an 'in the hand field sketch' annotated with the features flagged up in the article about the bird on Birding Frontiers by the one and only Martin Garner.

As had been the case a year earlier, in spring 2012 I was very busy managing and undertaking bird surveys in relation to both the proposed Carcant and Cormaud wind-farms and also working various other smaller projects. Although I had enjoyed something of a recreational weekend on Saturday the 26th May when I had participated in a South East Scotland Branch of Butterfly Conservation walk at Burnmouth in the Scottish Borders to see Small Blue, it was all work and no play. It would take something very significant to break this.

Something very significant duly occurred on the morning of the Tuesday the 29th May and (learning from the experience of the White-throated Robin almost exactly year earlier at the exact same place) I ‘phoned Kris Gibb straight away.

He was up for going straight away too and so basically, we went there and then.

Any notes (and memories!) are very sketchy but I obviously quickly assembled my gear, chucked it and myself into the car, and departed prompto. Unlike the previous year when I had twitched the White-throated Robin with Mike Thrower, I cannot pretend that I remember picking Kris up and chatting to him. That is, I don’t know where we rendezvoused or what we chatted about en route, but I suspect I picked Kris up at the same sort of place I had collected Mike from, and undoubtedly we had a good chat all the way to Hartlepool Headland.

This was an easy journey as it was informed by what had been exactly the same journey a year earlier.

So we made it in good time and parked up wherever we could and quickly ‘strolled’ over to the bowling green. Here, an impromptu ‘pay to enter’ system had hurriedly and commendably been set up. We did so and walked into the bowling green complex itself. Alongside the side of green that the pavilion was on birders were assembled and more birders were also scattered alongside the green on the road side of the complex.

Western Orphean Warbler twitch at Hartlepool Headland, May 2012 (photograph credited to Martin Garner).

The set-up was great as there were wide tarmac paths around the green, and the number of birders present was manageable. As the news had broken just a few hours earlier and birders were travelling from all over the country there were a constant stream of birders arriving and leaving, which kept things manageable.

Most importantly, the bird was showing and so birders were concentrating on taking it in and were not moving around unduly, except if they were arriving or leaving. Importantly this allowed those connected with the bowling club to be relaxed about this sudden invasion of their space; incredibly it was even permissible to sit on the edge of the gutter with your feet on the green! Indeed, this is what I did once I had found myself a suitable place to do so.

Did I say the bird was showing? It was, more or less constantly, but mainly because it was sitting still in the shrubs at the opposite side of the green. Once it was located it could be closely (if a little distantly) observed in the ‘scope as it was static. I have very vague memories that at one stage it left the cover it was in a more actively moved to the side of the green to my right to feed in cover there. But mainly it was static...... ; even when it was active I noted it ‘clambered about’ like a Barred Warbler.

It was a largish sylvia warbler that was a first summer bird, which had slightly brownish mid-grey upper-parts and off-white under-parts. It had a Dipper like head pattern involving a very dark grey cap which extended below the eye onto the cheeks and a white throat and a paler, rustier panel on the remiges. It had a pale-ish eye, and a heavy dark bill and grey legs.

It was the second ever Western Orphean Warbler although this is complicated by the recent separation of Western and Eastern Orphean Warblers (there is just one accepted record of Eastern Orphean Warbler) and there are four records of non-specific Orphean Warbler spp., (including Mick Turton’s famous Kitty Down, St. Mary’s bird, “Ken. Dost thy need Orphean, like?”).

The whole experience was a very good one; I always did have a lot of time for Kris, and I enjoyed the whole ‘feel’ of the twitch which was very sociable. For example, I introduced Kris to Martin Garner (as they were both going to be on Foula in the autumn?), and I enjoyed seeing the Durham Bird Club plaque commemorating the Dusky Thrush that was seen nearby in December 1959, the second ever.

Western Orphean Warbler twitch at Hartlepool Headland, May 2012, with the outstretched legs of yours truly well and truly on the green….. (photograph credited to Jason Stannage).

Western Orphean Warbler at Hartlepool Headland, May 2012(photograph credited to Adrian Webb).