More Mediterranean

No not the weather, but in the absence of birding or ringing today here are more pictures from the recent Cyprus holiday. Maybe the blue sky in the pictures will cheer us all up. The idea of our holiday was a relaxing, sunny break, a bit of exploration and walking, a chance to inject a dose of warmth into creaking bones before the British winter set in. Alright it cost a few quid, but as the sayings goes, “you can’t take it with you”, and anyway we are fully paid up members of the SKI Club.

I know the island of Cyprus is a good place to bird during spring and autumn situated as it is in the Mediterranean Sea halfway between Europe and Africa. In the winter it appears that bird variety is much more predictable, seemingly dominated by larks, chats and finches, with for instance very small numbers of gulls and waders. I couldn’t find any information on the Internet about winter birding on Cyprus and although birding wasn’t the holiday objective, no birder goes on holiday without bins and camera.

Blue Rock Thrush
Stonechat
Crested Lark

I got a handful of the local specialties, Black Francolin, Cyprus Warbler and Greater Sand Plover, all so distant and unapproachable that pictures were out of the question. Otherwise on the outskirts of towns and away from the tourist areas, it was the common and numerous winterers everywhere, Crested Lark and Skylark, Black Redstart, Linnet, Goldfinch, Chaffinch and Greenfinch, Stonechat and White Wagtail. A couple of coastal Kingfishers brightened up other days, plus Common Sandpiper near the hotel and what may have been a pretty good bird for the island, a Barn Owl that we watched from our balcony whilst taking a sun downer.

White Wagtail
Beach Sign - out of vandals' reach
Yellow-legged Gull
Agios Giorgios
Hooded Crow
Common Sandpiper
Lizard Living On The Edge
Black Redstart
Coral Bay, Cyprus
And I came back to this.

Crab Apple
6th December

Waiting Game

I watched the freezing fog roll in last night. That was after the snow fell on top of the already icy roads outside, so I cancelled any thought of early morning ringing or birding and instead had a lazy lie in; it’s not often I do that.

The garden birds were pretty busy with a couple of Goldfinch at a time coming regular to the feeder, 7 Collared Dove, 2 Woodpigeon, the consistent Coal, Great and Blue Tits, and the resident Wren, Robin and Blackbirds. I’d put extra apples out and topped up the feeders and whilst the Goldfinch and Chaffinch responded, apart from a few Blackbirds no other thrushes appeared.

Chaffinch
Chaffinch
Goldfinch
Blackbird

Towards lunchtime the temperatures rose a bit so I put a net up and caught 17 birds, 7 Goldfinch, 1 Blue Tit, 1 Starling and 8 Long-tailed Tit. A Woodpigeon bounced itself out of the net before I could get there.

Goldfinch
Long-tailed Tit
Starling

So although I would have preferred some birding or ringing at our feeding station, both will have to wait until the weather picks up.

Double Take

I took a look at a couple of places this morning, first Rawcliffe Moss and secondly the group’s ringing site near Myerscough where whilst I was away in Cyprus Will busied himself with putting seed out, altering a few mist net rides and clearing the remains of bramble stalks, the ringers enemy.

At least one Little Owl is pretty much guaranteed when I visit Rawcliffe Moss where this morning the most regular spot didn’t disappoint when a single bird sat puffed up the against the biting cold in the overhead trees.

Little Owl

A Kestrel hung about near the barn, no doubt looking for unwary mice and rats that scuttle about when things seem quiet. I parked up alongside the feeding track where 15 Woodpigeon and 2 Yellowhammers were the closest birds searching for spillage under the shooter’s seed hopper. Further along the hedge I could see 4 Blackbirds attacking the hawthorn berries as a couple more flew from there across to the wood. Slowly I walked the track, close to the hedge so as not to disturb the feeding Tree Sparrows, Chaffinches and bits and bobs that hang about with them. Eventually they flew in groups over to their refuge hedge, 130 Tree Sparrow and 10 or 12 Chaffinch only, with a couple of Blue and Great Tits and a Great-spotted Woodpecker.

Woodpigeon

I walked north disturbing 2 Brown Hare buried deep in the rough grass and they shot away over the embankment, until up near the plantation I could see 2 Buzzards being harried by the crows which always give the game away for the Buzzards who just like to wait in a convenient tree for a passing meal.

In the plantation where only a month or so ago we ringed many birds, the frosted net rides yielded 4 Chaffinch and 2 Wren but the pool was frozen solid. With so little doing I headed off towards Myerscough but stopped off to survey the River Wyre at Town End where it is partly tidal but ice floes reached across and along the water. As I stood taking a picture of the solid river a lone Fieldfare chuckled away from the hawthorns behind me and a lone Mistle Thrush watched proceedings.

River Wyre

Will had been energetic, the feeding station at Myerscough held 60 to 70 Chaffinch, 6 Tree Sparrow, at least 20 Blackbird, 3 Song Thrush, 5 Robin and 1 Grey Wagtail, with a couple of Goldfinch nearby, and an overflying Grey Heron.

Song Thrush
Tree Sparrow

Things are looking up for a ringing session, all we need is for the snow to stay away and the early morning roads to remain ice free - that’s not a lot to ask is it?.

Short And Sweet

At last I was out to the old patch for a couple of hours where it really felt like the two weeks and more since my last visit, not just the elapsed time but the fact that while I was away the weather changed from autumn to winter; and now on December 1st the shortest day beckons. Fortunately the Fylde coast still has no real snow, just a smattering this afternoon to remind us that it is almost everywhere in the UK except around here where the sun shone brightly for me, if only for an hour or two.

Luckily I remembered the way down Wheel Lane, past a watching Kestrel to the stubble field, where the “Beware Flooded Road” sign should now read “Beware Ice” but it didn’t. I think the Whooper Swans have been around the whole time I was away and their numbers didn’t disappoint today at about 125 somewhat distant birds where their constant social activities keep the shallow water from freezing completely. I stepped out of the car to get a better look across the field and flushed a single Snipe from a sunny, thawing spot in the grass, but apart from the swans and a few dozen Pink-footed Geese, the entire fields seemed devoid of much else.

Kestrel
Whooper Swan

At Damside I stopped to clock the regular Little Owl near the sewage works where I also counted over 350 Curlew and 40 Lapwing, the Curlew using the longer grassed field, but the Lapwings split equally between that and the sheep grazed field opposite.

Lapwing

Lane Ends was quiet with both pools almost completely frozen, with just enough open water to allow the mixed ethnicity Mallards breathing space. Smaller birds were few and far between, with just 5 Robin, 4 Blackbird, 8 Moorhen and a single Pied Wagtail entered in my notebook. From the car park I counted 3 Little Egret out on the marsh and a male Sparrowhawk leaving the trees behind me before it continued along the sea wall. The sun still shone out so I continued up to Pilling Water where many hundreds of wildfowl fed in the partly frozen channel and others murmured along the grazed marsh. There were so many, packed so tight, some very distant, and with my reluctance to scare them off, my count is more a guesstimate; 500 Wigeon, 600 Teal and 300 Mallard, but if anyone cares to do a recount from the partial view below the figures may be different.

Wildfowl
Wigeon
Wigeon

Also up here, 2 Meadow Pipit, 2 Grey Heron flying inland, another Little Egret, plus 4 Snipe in the partially frozen ditches.

Snow clouds rolled in from the darker south and east as light flurries of the white stuff broke out, and at 1430 the light began to fade. Oh for the Cyprus light and sun! But instead I rode to Gulf Lane hoping for a winter afternoon Barn Owl or maybe a second frosty day Little Owl. Not quite, but I did get winter thrushes, 40 or so Fieldfares and 2 Pied Wagtails. Soon it was over, the weak snow persisted enough to keep the sky dark and by 1530 gulls and geese headed for their roosts, as did I.

Fieldfare

A Pile Of Old Stuff

Still no birding for me as I try to acclimatise to zero temperatures whilst clearing 10 days of ice off the car, catching up with children and grandchildren, not to mention 80 e-mails or attacking the mountain of post behind the front door, 50% of which I immediately junked; this despite being on a mailing preference list. Oh well, I suppose it keeps the postman in a job plus the paper recyclers, the leaflet writers, designers, printers and packagers, envelope manufacturers and the local authority waste collection crews.

So as Sue gets on with 2 weeks’ worth of washing I’ll be just as productive and post a few pictures and tales from Cyprus until I hit the local patch tomorrow.

Almost everyone who visits Cyprus tours the glorious Roman remains situated on the Pafos headland. It’s a must. The preserved mosaics alone are stunning, but if piles of old stones don’t turn you on, the birding is pretty interesting even in November but out of the busy migration of spring and autumn. The ruins provide lots of perches for birds, with nooks and crannies where insects abound and where between the sloppy Roman pointing and the fallen stonework, plants take root and sparse vegetation flourishes in the dry climate.

The predominant species here were larks, finches, White Wagtails, Stonechats, equal numbers of Black Redstarts and House Sparrows, plus Hooded Crows with smaller numbers of Sardinian Warblers, Blackcaps and Collared Doves; and of course Blue Rock Thrushes, a species designed just for here.

Blue Rock Thrush
Black Redstart
A Pile Of Old Stones
Collared Dove
Linnet
House Sparrow
Stonechat

I sat at the top of the amphitheatre ruin and wondered whether Birdius Caesar was familiar with the birds I now watched? Bored with watching lions kill Christians every weekend, sick of the running gladiator battles and the endless chariot races, did he slink out of the back row then set off over the headland to watch the Crested Larks and Skylarks or seek out the Blue Rock Thrushes? And did he secretly admire the kites, Kestrels and Hooded Crows that mopped up after the carnage in the arena; and homesick for Italy, did he yearn for the spring migration that would bring Swallows, Hoopoes and even more raptors heading for Europe?

Crested Lark
Skylark
Hooded Crow
Kestrel
Lizards were all around, and I’ll wait for DM to point me in the right direction with names, but they are certainly hard to photograph, scuttling off back into the dark shadows at the hint of a toga, a sandaled foot or a waiting Kestrel.

"I'm Just Hanging Out"
Hey Good Lookin’

After a hard morning’s slog over the red hot tourist trail there’s nothing better than a cold beer, but as every good birder knows, you don’t go anywhere without bins and camera. And taking a few pictures while propped up in the sun isn’t too taxing especially when a Black Red stops by to share your sunbed.

Black Redstart
Pafos, Cyprus
I hope to get out tomorrow but the overnight forecast is snow falling on top of already treacherous ungritted roads so I think I should play that one by ear.

Back To Normal?

Regular readers of Another Bird Blog will have noticed the lack of new posts recently. That’s because Sue and I have been on holiday, in sunny Cyprus; so sunny in fact that for two weeks we didn’t see a single cloud, the daytime temperature climbed to a steady 27 C and I wore a T-shirt and shorts for 14 days – not the same ones every day I hasten to add. Whilst it wasn’t a birding holiday there are bird pictures to post in the next few days and weeks until I get back to normal with local birding and adjusting to the zero or below temperatures we returned to.

In Cyprus we stayed at the XX Hotel as recommended by good friends Alan and Jane, who appreciate a fine hotel when they find one. Knowing of a special hotel is a bit like finding a scarce bird - you don’t mind sharing the details with a few like-minded friends but don’t necessarily wish to post information on the World Wide Web and have every Tom, Dick and Harry come along and spoil it. But for those who really want to know, send me an email and I'll think about it.

So until tomorrow and the next time here are a few pictures to be going on with - birds, blue sky and lizards. And apologies to my blogging friends, I will catch up with you all soon.

Pafos, Cyprus
Crested Lark
Gekko?
White Wagtail
Agama Lizard
Black Redstart
Just When You Thought It Safe To Go In The Water

See You Soon.

Made It

Two days of rain and gales aren't the best motivation for birding, photography or ringing, so the bins haven’t had an outing for 2 days. I couldn’t even have a swim yesterday when the pool was closed because a risk assessment said the glass roof over the water was a hazard in the gales that battered the promenade building. So I crossed the road to Roger's for a haircut, and for anyone that's been there and done that, they will know it's infinitely more dangerous than a bit of flying glass.

Sat at home without blog material I waited until today when the wind lessened and I decided to go out birding with the camera for a few hours.

Knott End is something of a joke to folk around the Fylde, a bit of a one horse village where time stands still, a place where old codgers retire to their semi-detached bungalows and wait for the Grim Reaper to call by. But here’s where you can still buy nails by weight, bread from a baker, meat from a butcher, or if you like, just sit on a bench and watch the world go by. And as I’ve said before, KE can cut the mustard for a bit of leisurely, undemanding birding. It wasn’t the brightest of mornings as I watched the Oystercatchers walking the beach and a couple of Little Egrets feeding in the shallows amongst the Redshanks and Black-headed Gulls. Strangely I could find only a single Twite today, one that sported both metal and coloured rings, and now I understand why photographers aren’t fans of birds wearing rings.

Oystercatcher
Little Egret

Redshank
Twite

Wheel Lane beckoned where I negotiated the flooded road, parked up in the gateway and looked across the flooded stubble. There was a terrific selection of somewhat distant but also numerous birds this morning: 220 Golden Plover, 520 Lapwing, 80 Redshank, 30 Dunlin,6 Snipe, 2 Black-tailed Godwit, 6 Curlew, a single Ruff and 15 Skylark. Most of the Whooper Swans were out on the marsh with a small gang of 33 on the stubble as yet others flew over heading inland.

Black-tailed Godwit
Whooper Swan, Golden Plover, Lapwing

There were waders on the wet fields at Damside too, more Lapwing, Golden Plover and Redshank, but because they were just the other side of Broadfleet where I had just counted, I didn’t add more to the totals. Chaffinch and Blackbird alarm calls from the nearby trees alerted me to the presence of a Kestrel at the top of a telegraph pole, but as the Kestrel flew off the alarms continued. Almost out of my view a Little Owl sat motionless on a branch and rather than disturb it, I let it be and drove off towards Lane Ends as the Chaffinch continued to scold the owl.

Lane Ends produced a few bits and pieces, 18 to 20 Chaffinch attracted in by the abundance of seed left by local animal lovers, 1 Treecreeper, 2 Goldcrest, 6 Blackbird and at least 10 Long-tailed Tits.

Long-tailed Tit

Not much on the pools either, 1 Cormorant on the big pool and 1 Goldeneye on the hidden pool, with 3 Little Egret and 1 Grey Heron out on the marsh.

Cormorant