Fieldfare Week

Male Blackcap

Strange Fruit - fieldfares

"Fieldfare Week" sounds like a promotion in an organic farm shop! But the truth is, back in MK we are surrounded by flocks of the birds as they take refuge from the snow and ice in the trees and bushes around the town.  One flock seems to have adopted the trees beside the house and we are constantly hearing the flock "chuckle" as these vocal birds chatter amongst themselves.  Photographing them is not quite so easy - at least not from the ground - they are very aware of any approach - and even if they miss something, the ever present blackbird's alarm call soon sets them flying. From the house my eye is constantly distracted as the flock dashes back and forth over their temporary home territory. I finally got a good view and a photograph from the upstairs window.
The snow has brought other visitors too.  A pair of backcaps passed through at the beginning of the week and there are some lurking coal tits today - if the magpies will leave them alone, they might actually rest long enough for a picture.

Fieldfare

Having been chained to the office all week I have only managed to get out with the camera today - but what a day.  Cold, clear and sunny, the temperatures began at -7.5 deg C this morning, and just about clawed above zero in the early afternoon.

North Caldecotte Lake, early morning

I set out just after 7am and after setting up about 100 fieldfare from the bushes around the house. As I had a 9am appointment I decided to forego the full circuit and I headed for the south Caldecotte Lake to see if there was a clear patch of water left for the birds. The section of the north lake I passed was very quiet with the first real activity in the only local patch of free water - just under the road bidge.  This was busy with mallard, with a few moorhen darting around.

South Lake

Round to the bridge, I'd intended to put some food on the posts, but the activity indicated I'd been beaten to it. Sure enough, Keith was round the corner - and I disturbed his viewing! (Sorry Keith!)  We had a quick chat and he reported Greater spotted woodpecker on his feeders earlier - but they were of course nowhere to be seen when I looked! On for a quick recce of the lake. A family of swans had kept a small patch clear in the first bay, but most of the activity was out in the middle, where a long strip of water had been maintained and was chock-full of water fowl. Amongst them I spotted a grebe standing out on the ice - looking very strange! They aren't build for standing, as their legs are set very far back on their body

Newly arriving Greylag

As I turned to leave for my appointment a flock of grelag wheeled in, landing on the ice and heading towards the swan's small waterhole, picking their feet up very gingerly - I'm not sure if that was the slippery ice or just the cold ensuring they maintained one foot off the ground for as long as possible.
As I dashed home I couldn't resist a quick look at the feeders in case the woodpecker had returned - and my luck was in - he was pecking at a supply of suet balls.  As he saw me he sidled to the back of the feeder, peeking round the side to check on me. I move across to get another angle and he allowed me a reasonable approach to grab a shot of him.  Thanks for that one Keith.

Ooohh this hard water is cold!

After my appointment the day was too nice to waste on all the housework so we set out for a quick walk round Walton Lake to see what turned up. A Bittern had been reported here, as well as water rail visible on the fozen water.  We were in luck - not for the bittern, but we were able to watch the water rail for a few minutes and grab a few shots.  There were a number of reed bunting in evidence and lots of blue and great tits in the trees. 
We detoured along the river Ousel, which appeared quiet apart from a few mallard and moorhen, until an egret flew down the river. It settled on the other side of the river beside the OU - unfortunately behind bushes - but then decided even that was too close to us for comfort and it headed off, following the river towards Simpson.

Great spotted Woodpecker

As we headed back to the car we had a good look at the geese in the fields - mostly greylag, but there was one very pale goose hanging with a group of Canada geese. I'm guessing it is a sport, but please let me know if you have any ideas about it!

Water rail

Little Egret

Different goose (any ideas?)

Crystal Clear day

Pink footed Geese

Another day in Galloway and this one was so different to yesterday.  Crystal clear and bright, with a cold breeze to keep you on your toes in more exposed areas.

Take-off

We headed out on a wild goose-chase, looking for Barnacle geese in particular. We decided to try the Rhins of Galloway and struck lucky almost at once. We were diverted from the Drummore road along the side of the West Freugh MOD site, and discovered a large flock of geese grazing there. 
 

Brent geese in front of the ferry (across the bay!)

Brent Geese

The road was very straight allowing us to stop on the side and use the car as a mobile hide.   The geese were still nervous, and eventually took off and moved a few hundred yards further on, but not before I got a few shots off to show they were (I believe)  pink footed geese.
The Mull of Galloway itself was majestic as ever, but windy, and there were no birds in view apart from the usual cruising gulls - it is winter after all!
We headed to port Logan for lunch only to find the pub there was under some major reconstruction. The bay was pretty as usual, but only oyster catchers were there in any number.

Our final goal of the day was a fair bet for wildlife, with the added bonus of a garden centre for us to stock up on food for our pond fish (if it ever thaws before we leave!) We headed to Wigg bay aand started to walk to the spit. The tide was rising, and curlew and oystercatchers were heading off the beach to the fields.

Turnstone

Flock of Sanderling with ringed plover and turnstone

The place has changed a bit - at long last the new Stena ferry terminal had opened right opposite the spit and I had wondered if it would affect the birds. Not to worry - there were plenty in view, including grazing mute swans.  At first glance I thought the birds I noticed in the field were more oyster catchers, but closer inspection revealed more geese.  These were Brent geese, which unlike the earlier bean geese were way happier to allow us to look at them as we wallked past- the only concession was turning their backs in case they needed a quick take off.

Bar-tailed Godwit

Once at the spit we were rewarded with a wide range of waders - redshank, bar-tailed Godwit, sanderling, turnstones ringed plover, curlew, and knot. The turnstones were the stars, worrying at every bit of weed like minature bull dozers in their relentless search for food.
Along the beach a small group of shellduck wandered away, just keeping their safety margin from the walkers.

As the sun went down we headed back home, stopping for a treat - takeaway fish and chips from the Star in Stranraer - great day!

Curlew

Widgeon grazing the tide line