14th April - Fishlake Meadows, Hampshire

Southerly winds have brought the regular migrants into the county,last weekend there were good numbers of Blackcap, Chiffchaff and Whitethroat along the Titchfield Canal Path, so I thought today I would see what was happening at Fishlake Meadows, where a similar canal path becomes the centre of the reserve.

It was a sunny start, but there was rain forecast for the afternoon so it was an early start.  From the car park I headed around to the first viewing point.  I had expected hirundines over the lake but there wasn't any to be seen.  There was though, a Sedge Warbler singing from the bush in front of the viewing area.

The scratchy song contains many different chirps and whistles that vary from individual to individual.  They also mimic other bird calls and song.

Of interest the bushes in front of the view point are growing and when in full leaf may well obscure the view across the lake to the dead trees.

A Cetti's Warbler sang from the scrub and was challenged by a showy Wren.

In the small space there was chiffchaff and Blackcap singing as well.

I left the view point and walked back to the canal path and headed onto the reserve.  Looking across the reed bed I could hear quite a few more Sedge Warbler and there was a Raven perched on a dead trunk.

I saw two together later on.  This one was calling so trying to catch up with it's mate.

Cetti's Warbler were everywhere, their song announcing their presence and sometimes they would hide and sometimes they would show themselves out in the open.

You could pick out a few Sedge Warblers within the reeds and in amongst them was this male Reed Bunting.

It wasn't just the warblers sing, there were also Robins and Dunnocks the latter of whom there appeared to be some sing offs this one using a prominent branch to sing from.

I managed to find this Chiffchaff when I was looking to get a photograph of a Garden Warbler.  The warbler was singing a quiet sub song and was being harassed by a male Blackcap.  I thought the Chiffchaff was the Garden Warbler unfortunately, but there will be time to get them.

Out in the open, definitely a Chiffchaff.

I walked around to the centre path, along the cross path there were at least six Cetti's Warblers, but they kept out of sight.  Just past the gate to the centre path a Reed Warbler was singing, you could just make it out amongst the reeds but not good enough for a photograph.

A little further along the centre path a Whitethroat was singing in a hawthorn bush.

Sedge Warbler and Cetti's Warbler singing kept me company to the screens where of course there was very little.  It wasn't until I reached the canal path that I came across something of interest, a Wren singing on the top of a fallen tree.  A lovely background helped to frame this little pocket speaker.

Rather than turn right and head back down the canal path, I turned left.  A male Blackcap was singing in the bushes.

Then a little further the bird I had hoped to find along this stretch of the canal path sang from the trees above me, a Willow Warbler.

Pink legs and longer primary feathers the physical differences with Chiffchaff, but the song is the easiest way to tell them apart.

Walking back I stopped at the first view point to watch a Sedge Warbler singing in th ereeds, this time there was nothing obscuring it.

Here the reeds behind the Sedge Warbler appear to make it like there is music coming from the bill.

In full song the Sedge Warbler shows of a red gape.

At the next view point a Cetti's Warbler was in the tree anlong side the deck.

Time is beginning to run out to photograph Chiffchaff, a combination of the emerging leaves and the fact they have been with us all year so far.  This one though showed beautifully with a lovely green background.

If they are the last Chiffchaff photos of the spring, these have done this little warbler justice.

I walked up to where last year's Grasshopper Warbler sightings were and met some friends.  There wasn't any sign or sound of the "gropper", but there was a confiding Whitethroat that continued to return to the same perch in the bramble close by.

Walking back along the path the Sedge Warblers were singing in the reeds once again.

Head on

While it is nice to get up close to these summer visitors, I wanted to get the opportunity to show the habitat in which they sing, here I was able to get the reed into shot while also including the Sedge Warbler.  Whilst the bird in not full frame I think it captures the bird's environment.

After a break for lunch I walked around to the viewing point.  There were now plenty of hirundines over the lake.  All three were present, Swallow, House Martin, and the most numerous Sand Martin.

Out on the water were Tufted Duck.

And a smart male Pochard.

The skies were darkening away to the west and I decided to walk back tot he canal path.  From the first viewing point the hirundines were dropping lower over the water and the reed bed.  In amongst them were two Swifts, possibly my earliest ever Swifts.

With the rain falling now I walked back to the car, as I turned into the car park a Peregrine flew over, probably the male from the nesting pair at Romsey Abbey.

A successful day, seven warbler species, is always nice and four year ticks.  Still no "gropper" though, will they show here this year?  We will have to wait and see.

9th February - Stoney Cross and Acres Down, The New Forest, Hampshire.

This winter hasn't been too bad got Great Grey Shrike sightings in the New Forest, before Christmas I caught up with one at Shatterford and then in the New Year there have been as many as reports from three locations.  Last year there were none throughout the winter.  Probable cause is the harsh winter conditions on the continent, driving some birds west.  With this in mind and a latest report of Saturday, I decided to try my luck with a bird in the Stoney Cross area.  This was somewhere I hadn't been before and the closest parking was at Andrew's Mare car park, I am sure there must be a reason for the name but I couldn't find anything.

From the car park I set off on a track that ran parallel with the A31 and passed to large ponds, whether they were always like this or the recent unprecedented rain had filled them I don't know, but they looked impressive.

The reports suggested viewing from Lucas Castle, there was no building just a hill, and again I could find any reason as to why this was called Lucas Castle.  What I did find out was that the area is renowned for ancient oaks and there were quite few running alongside Highland Water that flowed in the valley on the west side of the castle.  Several Mistle Thrush could be heard singing in the area, here one distantly at the top of one of the oaks.

I searched the area for well over an hour without any sign of the shrike.  It wasn't possible to go up the hill on the west side because the Highland Water was so high and impossible to cross.  There were plenty of dead birches in the area for it to perch on, but nothing.  During the search I had a Redpoll fly over and a menacing Goshawk heading west.

It was clear that the Great Grey Shrike was not in the area, I have had plenty of experience chasing these elusive birds, after a couple of hours I decided it was time to try my luck elsewhere.  With plenty of birds singing and there being some sunshine about there might be a chance to find the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker.  So with this in mind I decided to take the short drive to Acres Down.

From the car park I headed down the track towards the "usual tree", above me Long-tailed Tits were in the branches.

At the"Usual Tree" there wasn't any sight or sound of the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker.  The dead branches at the top though were occupied by Stock Dove.

So I tried for another favourite, the Tawny Owl.  As I approached I could see it at the hole, but as I raised the camera it saw mee too and slowly suck down.  No tea for me in his treetop house!

I decided against walking on and turned back and headed for the heath and Acres Down.  Passing through the holly trees there was a singing Firecrest and in the trees around the car park several Song Thrushes in song.

I never tire of the view once you have made it up the hill from the car park.

Initially it was quiet as I approached the view point, but soon I heard the rich flutey notes of the Woodlark's song.  It was though difficult to find the birds, they do sing on the wing or at the top of bushes, but I was only managing glimpses as the birds flew over singing.  I estimated that there must be at least six birds singing in the area.

The Woodlark s restricted to the southern counties of England and although its name suggests a woodland dweller it prefers the more open habitats of the forest edges and clearings and the sparsely wooded heathland that you find here on Acres Down.

I walked to the view point to have my lunch and the Woodlarks continued to sing around me.  As I walked away I stopped immediately as there was one on the track in front of me.  It was running iin and out of the heather on either side of the path.

The Woodlark is a streaky brown bird, with a beige-white eye-stripe, which meets across the nape (the back) of its neck. It has a well-developed crest on its crown, which is not always obvious. In flight the unusually short tail and broad, rounded wings are noticeable and its bobbing flight with closed wing-glides is characteristic.

Rather than follow the Woodlark down the track I moved to the side and followed it as it walked along the track.

While most writers have been inspired by the Skylark, the lesser known song of the Woodlark was and still is admired.  It was observed that the voice of the Woodlark was "richer and its notes are more varied than the Skylark" back in the late 1800s and Gilbert White gave his own tribute in the Natural History of Selbourne when Woodlark were common in that area.

High in the air and poised upon its wings

Unseen, the soft enamour'd wood lark sings

The Woodlark seemed to be quite happy with me to walk along with it and I was also blessed with some sunshine.

Head coming up from below the heather.

It was really nice to get some different shots of this little bird, it may be classed as an "LBJ" but has a beauty of it's own.

Then it was gone, away pst me and out over the heath.

Woodlark was definitely one of my target birds as I walked up the hill so I was pleased to have had such a good encounter.  Time was moving on, but I wanted to try one more time for the Tawny Owl.  Unfortunately it wasn't showing in it's treetop house.

Walking back to the car a Dunnock sat in the sunshine amongst the golden bracken and I couldn't resist it despite it once again being one of those "LBJs"!

A little further along a Song Thrush was scouring the leaf litter and wet soil.  Once upon a time these were common garden birds.  As a boy I can remember finding the remains of snails shells on prominent rocks in the garden.  Today they are more likely to be found in woodland and parks than gardens.  

Throstle, Thrushel, Thurshfield and Mavis are just a few of the names the Song Thrush has been called over the ages, man being drawn to those birds with beautiful songs.  They tend to be harder to see than the Blackbird, preferring to stay more hidden as they feed amongst the bushes and leaf litter, getting one in the open is not common and they are easily spooked like most thrushes.

Knowing the song is one of the best ways to find them.  The Song Thrush uses many different notes to make up its melody.  They key is to listen for repetition, they tend to repeat nots and musical sequences, usually three times.  No Song Thrush song is the same, but there is a pattern that once learned is unmistakable.

Another piece of folklore around the Song Thrush is to do with their nests.  They make a beautiful mud-lined nest.  As a boy I can still remember coming across a nest with its sky blue speckled eggs.. There is an Irish belief that the fairies made sure a Song Thrush built its nest low down near the homes in the grass, so that the Fairies would be able to enjoy the bird's song.  If a Song Thrush built its nest high up in a thorn bush it was a sign that the Fairies were unhappy and that misfortune would come to the neighbourhood.

One final fact on the Song Thrush comes from one of it's alternative names.  West Bromwich Albion football club has the nickname "The Throstles"  This is due to the fact that in the clubs first 22 years they were based at five different grounds around West Bromwich area before finally settling at The Hawthorns, their current ground, in 1900. The new ground bought with it the team nickname The Throstles, the Black Country word for Thrush, commonly seen in the hawthorn bushes from which the area took its name.

Aside from all this folklore surrounding the bird, it is a lovely bird to see up close and another of those dismissed because of the dour plumage.

Missed out on the Great Grey Shrike, the Tawny Owl was being shy and there was no Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, but some great views of Woodlark and a chance to enjoy there song along with a nice Song Thrush encounter.  Another great day.