…. Jim. Well, James. Do any of my readers remember the Peanut 
Challenge at all? It was probably back in about 2012 that James A and I decided to 
have a competition to see whose local work patch was the worst. He worked at 
Tower Bridge, whilst I was at Canary Wharf. We contemplated a ‘lowest score 
wins’ format, but ultimately decided against it as too much lying and stupidity 
would be required. So, a traditional patch list competition, the prize being a 
symbolic packet of peanuts, reflective of the avian quality of the two patches. 
In the event is was a dead heat on 42 species each, and so the peanuts were duly 
shared out. Or maybe James didn’t in fact like peanuts and I ate them all? 
Regardless, given I can see 42 species in a 20 minute foray onto Wanstead Flats 
at almost any time of year, it did at least prove that inner city concrete 
habitats really are quite poor for birds.  This was several years ago, and if 
anything there is now more concrete in Canary Wharf than there used to be. There 
are a couple of posts here and here that describe it in a little more detail, 
but I think I created a separate blog for it that was subsequently 
deleted.
James H (a different James) is a fellow Wanstead patch birder. 
He and I are quite unusual for London birders in that we both have jobs and are 
unable to spend every minute of every day with bins around our necks. The three 
day weekend we have just had was very much appreciated but was not kind to us on 
the birding front. Back at our respective desks on Tuesday morning, we were 
appalled to see a flurry of messages from our Wanstead Flats birding colleagues, 
who not bound by the constraints of employment were having a whale of time. 
Multiple Whinchats in the brooms, Swallows moving through, singing Warblers – 
all of this we had to ‘enjoy’ vicariously. In response James sent a photo of the 
patch of concrete he can see from his window. As we all know, somebody else’s 
misfortune always improves another person’s outlook on life, and stuck in 
exactly the same boat I was highly cheered by this and so sent my own lovely 
concrete-dominated view. If I am honest I think my view is a lot better, but the 
bottom line is that neither of us see many birds in Canary Wharf. Firstly we are 
both supposed to be here working and not staring out of the window, and secondly 
it is absolutely awful. So awful in fact that I have not bothered birding Canary 
Wharf since the original Peanut Challenge, there is just no point. 
So naturally 
I immediately suggested that we attempt a new Peanut Challenge. To say he bit my arm off is not much of an understatement. 
Even in a place like this the competitive fire burns strong. Or maybe that is 
precisely because it is a place like this? Anyway, he even beat me in creating a 
spreadsheet and that takes some doing! Neither am I reluctant of course, and so for the 
first time in years I found myself back at xxxxxxxxxxxxx (location redacted, 
this is a serious  competition) eking out a Blue Tit, a Great Tit and a 
Dunnock, and I took a slightly circuitous route to the tube in the evening to 
snaffle a suppressed House Sparrow colony. At the time of writing the score is 23-17 in case you 
were wondering, with probably the current best bird being a Goldfinch. I did 
have binoculars though…
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But that isn’t why I’m writing this. I’m writing this because 
this dumb competition got me out in the field and really enjoying proper 
birding. I listened, I looked for movement, and do you know what? Even in the 
urban wastelands there are birds. On my lunch time foray I noted an occupied 
Great Tit nest box which I never knew was there. I observed a Pied Wagtail 
feeding two young on a rare patch of real grass. Later on I found five Grey 
Wagtails in the space of 20 minutes, including two more youngsters being fed by 
an attentive parent. There were Canada Geese with Goslings, young families of 
Coot, in short it was great. Well, let me qualify that. I was not sat at my 
desk. Instead I was out and about and there were birds – unexpected and 
successfully breeding birds – right where I work.  Alongside the Goldfinch, Grey 
Wagtail was perhaps the biggest surprise. This is a species I struggle with in 
Wanstead, indeed my 2019 year list is still missing it. Here however, in an 
environment that you would have to say is inferior in almost every way, I saw 
five in short order, including young birds.
Of course yesterday was the easy and exciting day – the 
January 1st equivalent of the traditional year list competition. From 
here on in it will get progressively harder and far far less interesting. For 
now though, there is a Robin to try and find!
 
Now this is more like it. Proper patch watching, none of your bird rich Wanstead Flats (last year's fire notwithstanding, but good to hear that there remain brooms for the whinchats et al.) or your weekends in Singapore. As a City worker who spends about 60 hours a week in the office (although we are spoiled with bits of green here and there and Black Redstarts most years and apparently a Blyth's Reed Warbler yesterday) this post resonates more than most! Matt
ReplyDeleteToo right Matt, and there is more to come!
DeleteI used to have a view over water, which helped to up the Grebe and Gull variety in the list from my desk - but I've never quite dared to bring my bins into the Wharf.
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