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After 19 days in Menorca we arrived home Wednesday pm and to rain today. 

Soon I will get out for some local birding and ringing but in the meantime here are a few words and pictures for loyal blog readers - I promise to catch up with everyone later today after some essential homecoming chores. 

One of our favourite places in Menorca is Cap de Cavallaria a rather remote but beautiful spot on the north coast of the island, the furthermost parts and difficult rocky terrain so inaccessible and free from disturbance that it is home to large numbers of breeding shearwaters. Of course the shearwaters are impossible to see in the daytime except somewhat distant out to sea but the sparsely vegetated rocky landscape is home to Raven, Stonechat, Thekla Lark, Short-toed Lark, Tawny Pipit, Corn Bunting, Greenfinch, Linnet, Booted Eagle, Blue Rock Thrush and Kestrel amongst others. 

 Short-toed Lark

 

Tawny Pipit

 Coffee Stop

 Information and distant lighthouse

 Route to the lighthouse

After the trek to the lighthouse and a welcome coffe stop there are Larks, Greenfinch and Spotted Flycatchers usually close by, and very often, migrant Bee Eaters on the roadside wires. 

Spotted Flycatcher

 Bee Eater

That’s all for now - back soon.

Scorchio

Every day is just sunny and 25 degrees, not like the UK weather we watch on Sky TV.

This week we spent time in the north of the island visiting a few tourist honey pots and such like. Of course wherever you go in Menorca there are birds pretty much exclusive to this part of the Mediterranean and although they are never easy to find, the Mediterranean birds in the gentle Menorca landscape make the island a great place for a visit. 

First stop today was Punta Nati with a stop en route to see if the roadside Cattle Egret colony still prospers. Of course it’s still there but impossible to see or count the active nests in the thick pines without disturbing the birds which by early May are feeding young. 

Cattle Egret

The open skies up here were full of raptors, probably many of them migrating north, with Kestrels, Booted Eagles and Marsh Harriers the most common ones, but a smattering of Hobby and Red-footed Falcon. Around the lighthouse flit Blue Rock Thrushes, Skylarks, Thekla Larks and more Tawny Pipits. 

Thekla Lark

When the weather is a bit cool and windy the quiet north of the island can seem a wild, even inhospitable place, the eerie calls of Stone Curlews echoing that impression, but seeing one of these grey, camouflaged and shy birds amongst the rocky landscape is a different matter to finding Blue Rock Thrushes which perch up obligingly.

 Blue Rock Thrush

I'd better hit the trail back towards the hotel, an evening swim and then dinner before more birding tomorrow. It's a hard life but someone has to do it.

Late news. A couple of good finds this week were Whiskered Tern and then Bittern, the latter very rare in Menorca, so it was quite a surprise to see one walk across the road and disappear into the reeds at Tirant. Getting some good photographs too this week of Bee Eater, Short-toed Lark, Thekla Lark and Woodchat plus a Scops Owl so close I only got the top half in the shot.
 

Yes, That island Again

Here’s a quick update for blog readers and apologies that I do not have time to visit all my internet friends blogs and answer their comments. i will get back to you all soon. In the meantime and a week on the sun tans are taking shape and we are acclimatised once again to the Menorcan pace of life. 

After 4 days in Es Mercadal we moved on to Santo Tomas, a quiet seaside resort in May, a place to strike out for a walk east along the shore and then inland to Es Migjorn Gran or west towards the resort of Son Bou. Either way is good for a spot of immediate birding with Audouin’s and Yellow-legged Gulls providing the background chorus as we find Spotted Flycatcher, Pied Flycatcher, Whinchat, Turtle Dove and Hoopoe before we leave the resort. 

 Yellow-legged Gull

 

 Audouin's Gull 

 As the ground opens out we scan the rocky shore and see Common Sandpipers and then bump into Blue Rock Thrush, Stonechat and late Wheatears still heading north.

Commmon Sandpiper

Upon reaching Platja de Binigaus, the nudist beach, we become a little circumspect with use of binoculars, but notch up Kestrels, Booted Eagles and Red Kite by diverting eyes left to watch the inland fields and tree line. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 

We followed the inland path to Es Migjorn, a quiet, friendly sort of place with too many cafes which serve good coffee but a town where siesta is taken seriously. There was a plan, walk back to the shore through meandering paths where we found the Nightingales, Woodchats, Corn Buntings and Golden Orioles of recent years. Nothing much changes in Menorca, except that I’d love to get a shot of a shy Golden Oriole. 

 Woodchat Shrike

More from Anothe Bird Blog in Menorca soon.

In Menorca

It’s that time of year where we find ourselves in Menorca again. We took an early flight arriving a few days before most tourists and in advance of resorts opening for the season, so booked in at a local hotel in Es Mercadal, a quiet town in the centre of the island. Es Mercadal is within easy reach of good birding spots, including the hot spots of Tirant and Cap de Cavallaria. 

Tirant is always the first spot to visit, a mix of habitats including marsh, reedbed and farmland, so we weren’t disappointed with a tally of Woodchat Shrikes, Bee Eaters, Squacco Heron, Purple Heron and Marsh Harrier, plus a few wading birds like Wood Sandpiper and Little Ringed Plover. It’s easy to take the ubiquitous Sardinian Warblers for granted, as they rattle away hidden from view in every bit of cover but just occasionally showing themselves, even in a bit of a breeze on the exposed peninsula of the Cap de Cavallaria. The drive up the headland is a good place to bag Tawny Pipits and Short-toed Larks and with luck a migrating Montague’s Harrier. 

We took a welcome coffee break at the café before the headland where the open landscape makes ideal habitat for Tawny Pipits, Stonechats, Thekla Larks, Egyptian Vultures and with luck Stone Curlews. 

Sardinian Warbler

 Tawny Pipit

Soon after I engineered a few Brownie points by driving Sue up to Ciutadella. Visiting here is not a bore because the old Menorcan captal of Ciutadella is recognised as one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, a place in which to have a camera at the ready. 

Ciutadella

More from menorca soon.

Quickie

A morning of showers dictated the agenda this morning, a quick tour of Pilling shore before domestic arrangements called a halt.

At Lane Ends the Willow Warblers and Blackcaps seem to have arrived in decent numbers, unlike some others yet to put in an appearance; no Reed or Sedge Warblers yet. This morning I counted 3 Willow Warblers singing plus 2 Blackcaps, and managed to get a shot of a Blackcap Sylvia atricapilla in between it flitting fast and low through the bushes while singing its head off. One of the Blackcaps wasn’t as good a songster as the one pictured here, and at first I thought I was listening to a Garden Warbler Sylvia borin until I caught glimpses of that black helmet. Eventually the second one tuned up a bit too, but I don’t mind saying that at the start of each spring, separating the two Sylvias from their songs alone can be difficult. 

Blackcap

Garden Warbler

For anyone still unsure, there’s a comparison below, useful at the start of the season until ears get reacquainted with the differences. 

 

In the trees the 2 Jays seem to come and go according to no particular schedule but which is probably dictated by the amount of food put out for the assorted duck population. Still a singing Reed Bunting, 2 Little Grebe, 2 Tufted Duck, 1 Little Egret, 2 Grey Heron and the patrolling Kestrel. At Fluke Hall there was a steady passage of Swallows heading into the easterly breeze, 20 + in just 15 minutes. Along the hedgerow here 3 Willow Warblers “hooeeted” as if they had just arrived, with 2 more singing in the woodland together 2 more Blackcaps and the resident Chaffinches. Across the far side of the wood I watched a male Sparrowhawk glide through the trees, in much the same spot as last year’s pair. 

Chaffinch

Stay tuned for the next post from a place quite unlike Pilling.

Saved By A Goldfinch And Seven Whistles

In twenty five years of birding and ringing this spring has been possibly the quietest I’ve experienced, with both a lack of numbers and a shortage of species. Birders are good at theorising or coming up with excuses as to why birds don’t do as we would like, but my own humble explanation for the season’s dull migration is the constant northerly winds and cool weather which has blighted the whole of April.

This morning I went out to the moss hoping for a change of luck and stuck a couple of nets up whilst wandering about. Explorations through and around the ringing site generated 7 or 8 Willow Warblers, a single Blackcap, one singing Whitethroat, plus a small number of Goldfinches loyal to the feeders. 

The ringing total proved pitiful once again with just 4 Goldfinch and a single Willow Warbler caught. This left Goldfinch as by far the most numerous capture for April with 29 individuals with other species lagging far behind. 

 Willow Warbler

Goldfinch

Birding was similarly quiet, the highlight being 3 Whimbrel feeding in the grassy field beyond the ringing site. In some areas of the UK the Whimbrel is known as the Seven Whistler due to its distinctive tittering call, often uttered in flight.

Whimbrel

Other birds this morning: Reed Bunting, 2 Corn Bunting, 4 Linnet, 1 Buzzard, 1 Kestrel and Little Owl on the barn roof again as I arrived on site. Soon after first light the owl disappears into the roof space of the barn to somewhere meet up with a partner.

Little Owl

The Pilling Way

Another cool, cloudy start saw me at Fluke Hall earlier than most, with just one car in the doggy walkers starting grid. The brambly hedgerow there just behind the sea wall is the best place to find the first Whitethroat, this morning’s bird obliging with a blast of scratchy song the moment the car door opened. 

Whitethroat

I set off towards Ridge Farm, and then negotiated the Pilling Puzzle, hoping for other bits and bobs along the way which heads back to the sea wall. I kept a wary eye on the menacing sky which threatened an April shower or two as I logged 4 singing Skylark, 5 Swallows dashing east, a couple of Linnets and a field with 40+ Woodpigeon and 2 Stock Dove. A Collared Dove obliged by staying on the gate post, but this was to be my best photo opportunity of the morning, hence the filler landscapes and peas on a drum later in the post. 

Collared Dove

Pilling Puzzle

Pilling Sky

Back in Fluke Hall wood I logged my first Blackcap of the year, singing as tiny Blackcaps do at a volume sufficient to be heard many, many metres away. Also here in the shelter of the woodland, 2 Willow Warblers and a Chiffchaff. 

Along Backsands Lane a roadside Kestrel carrying prey appeared to be hurrying towards Damside where a pair nest most years, and as I stopped to watch the Kestrel I noted a pair of Redshanks together in the wet field. 

At the car park I broke off birding to admire an old motor vehicle. In some ways out-in-the-sticks Pilling is a tad out of date, stuck in its ways even, but not when it comes to money. The owner of this Austin Seven pick-up offered to sell me the vehicle for £10,000. I told him I could buy a good Canon lens with ten grand, but he just gave me an old fashioned look. 

Pilling Transport

 It was a great morning to be out, even if I wasn’t seeing many birds along the way to Pilling Water: 1 Grey Heron, 1 Little Egret, 2 Tufted Duck, 2 Little Grebe, 2 Meadow Pipit and 8 Skylark. At Pilling Water I stopped to count the geese as there looked more than of late and came up with 600+ Pink-footed Goose and 1 Brent Goose. Looks like there’s been an influx of geese from Norfolk where the majority of the wintering Brent Geese belong to the Dark-bellied form bernicla. The geese were distant, more so when a jogger came along the sea wall behind me to spook them further away. 

 Brent Goose with Pink-footed Goose

Not much else along here, 2 Teal and a Shoveler on the wildfowler’s pools, more Skylarks and a flock of 45 Golden Plover, attacked at one point by a Peregrine which flew off when at first it didn’t succeed. 

 Golden Plover and Lapwing

Back at the car park I took the picture below. I am a dog lover, grew up with dogs and have the scars to prove it. Nowadays some dog owners are extremely selfish and inconsiderate to the extent that the latest fashion is to discard bags of dog shit in public places where they expect volunteers or poorly paid public servants to pick it up instead of the owners taking it back home where it belongs. I’ll bet they were visitors to a local caravan park or incomers – Pilling People simply don’t do that. 

Litter Louts