Showing posts with label lockdown. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lockdown. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Yes, exactly as I remember it

With reports of people around the country firing up their microphones once again I thought I would do the same. The real diehards never stopped of course, and for a while Twitter was full of people comparing how their recording gear had fared in sub-zero temperatures. "Well my H2XYZ4nPRO1 sailed through -20C last night and recorded a flyover juvenile Whooper Swan at 02:57am." and so on. I am not so wedded to freezing balconies at night and sailed through the recent beast from the east mk2 tucked up in bed. Who knows what I missed?

On the strength of last night, nothing. Ah Nocmig, how I have missed you. I very carefully set everything up at about 9pm last night, nice and steady, step by step. And then I tested it just to make sure. No comedy of errors here, no siree. By the time I woke up this morning I had forgotten I had put in out and so trod on the MP3 player as I swung my legs out of bed. I have no idea how it will cope with sub-zero temperatures, but I do now know that it can bear a fair bit of weight and has enough little indentations to rival many pieces of Lego.

Nervously I inserted the SD card into the computer to see if it had survived. Happily it had and I was able to download 8 hours of white hiss interspersed with Foxes yowling, engines revving and various sirens. Yes, this is what is all about, exactly as I remembered it. There was one definitive and close Coot about two hours in, a solitary Redwing seep shortly after than, and the occasional honking of Canada Goose drifted over from the nearby pond. Other than that a solid nothing. Excellent, glad I bothered. That said it is likely the only type of birding I am going to be able to manage this week - work life balance continues to be rather challenging.

In other news the Government just confirmed that I will get to spend my second consecutive birthday in lockdown which is obviously just fabulous. Unfortunately this means that I have had to scrap my nascent plan of flying all my friends out to a palm-fringed private tropical island for a week. Sorry about that, I just felt that the press coverage might have bordered on the negative. Instead I'm scaling it down, staying local. A party in Exmouth shouldn't be a problem should it?



Monday, 23 November 2020

Prisoners

The sooner this second lockdown period ends the better. I am not a big pub or restaurant goer, I don't go to the gym and I loathe shopping, and so for the most part a national lockdown makes no day to day difference to me. I miss the raves of course, but what I would really like to do is go somewhere different. Anywhere. And that's just not possible right now. 

2020 has not really been the year for foreign travel has it? There were and still are a few destinations that have not had quarantine restrictions at either one of the two ends, but actually I've had no desire to get on any form of public transport and that very definitely includes planes. Plus those quarantine rules can change extremely quickly which worst case could lead to getting stuck somewhere. No thanks, I'll pass. So with that form of escapism off the table I'd instead been getting my 'somewhere different' kicks in the UK, to places I could get to in a car. Mostly this was by myself but on a couple of occasions was with a very limited number of known people who led equally dull and cautious lives. This included some late summer trips to decent birding sites in the South East, and two trips to Yorkshire during the autumn. I hugely enjoyed them all.

On the non-birding front our replacement family holidays this year were largely centered around Scotland - we went twice in the summer to visit family and they were good breaks, and for me also included a bit of good birding. That's no longer allowed - they all live in "Level 3" areas, and travel in or out of those has now been shut down with no end date yet announced. I had a quick peruse of the Scottish Government fine print to see what exceptions there were but we don't appear to qualify for any of them. I did laugh when I saw that the final one on the extensive list of essential travel reasons was prison visits. The irony is not lost on me as a virtual prisoner in my own home....  Perhaps I'll call my parents and suggest that if they want to see their grandchildren then they need to commit a crime just before Christmas.

We're over halfway through the second lockdown as I type this, and I don't think we yet know what kind of follow-on restrictions will be imposed on travel and movement come early December when it is due to end. It is after all a moving picture and the virus does not play by a set of rules. Things might change for the better, but even if they do I remain far from convinced that big Christmas family gatherings are a sensible idea. Kids might get to see their Grandparents for a few days, but in doing might inadvertently be inviting themselves to another family gathering...  30 max if you get my drift. No, I think we might skip Christmas this year for the good of all concerned.

But that does give rise to the question of when we might be able to see our families again. Other than in the summer holidays the five of us in Wanstead have no ability to isolate for long enough to be absolutely certain that we have not brought the virus back from one of three different schools. By the time the 14 days have passed to know we're in the clear it's time to go back. But if it is allowed should we risk it? Without wanting to be too morbid about it nobody's parents are getting any younger, and each holiday that passes without a visit is one we're not going to get back. The counterargument is that we don't want to kill them. With the virus in the community to the extent it currently is the upcoming holiday is a no-brainer, but what about the February half term? Or Easter? What would need to have changed? I just don't have any answers supported by facts. I expect many if not all families who possess any common sense are similarly flummoxed at the moment.

The new vaccines surely hold the key to the locked door, mutations aside. We're all young and a long way down the queue of course, possibly not even in the queue at all. But Grandparents are. Perhaps not very high up it given all the categories that quite rightly need it first, but at some point next year you have to think they will get it. We might be some way behind them or not all all, but presumably only one half of a bubble or a gathering needs to be immune. Fingers crossed all the recent good news on this front is realised.

By the way, many thanks for all the comments on the last post, it was helpful to know that other people took something from it. This post isn't a direct follow-on from that one, but obviously it is partially linked. And obviously much more cheery....

Monday, 9 November 2020

Back in the jug agane

Here we go again. As of last Thursday all households in England are once again in lockdown. All sorts of things that we might have wanted to do had we been silly enough are now once again forbidden. How many pubs and restaurants did I visit during the summer months - none. I've barely even went to a shop - the post office a few times perhaps, and I had to buy some oil for the car last month so I went to a Halfords. Raves and concerts? Zero. How many trains, buses and planes did I take? One of each since March, and with a great deal of reticence. So in truth a month of lockdown doesn't really mean much change for me versus last week. My universe was already very small - I commute about eight feet a day from my bed to my computer, thus spending an incredibly high percentage of each day in just a single room. Does it get to me? Of course it does.

It is more the thought of lockdown that I find harder to get to grips with, harder to reconcile myself to. Knowing that next weekend I can't simply do whatever I want and that I'm stuck in an urban semi just like the previous five days. Or at least not without asking myself some searching questions, without carrying out a risk assessment of my plans, and without feeling vaguely guilty about definitions of local and essential. Locking down my household is completely pointless anyway - Mrs L is a teacher and so both she and my two daughters mix with hundreds of other people five days a week. Schools are doing their best in the face of zero government help, but with the best will in the world they cannot hope to restrict the spread of COVID. Mrs L's college has over 2000 pupils that travel in from far and wide. The girls' school has something like 1500. All three of them probably cross paths with the virus several times a day, so me staying in my house doesn't really lower my chances of avoiding it very much. The point is that if I get it without realising, at least I won't be out and about spreading it unwittingly, but as I said my current lifestyle almost totally precludes that anyway.

However this weekend my chances of catching it - indeed the whole household's chances - just went up another notch. My son attends a school in Norfolk. He boards there, but last week there was a positive case in one of his classes and on Friday evening he and a number of other kids were deemed to have had several days of "close contact" with the child in question. So on Saturday I had to drive up to Norfolk (via Essex and Suffolk for some zero-risk essential exercise as it happens) and bring him home for a two week period of self quarantine. I know what you're thinking and I am thinking it too. Rather than have him stay in his room at school which would have been perfectly possible, Public Health England instead determined that he had to come home and potentially pass it on to us. Nearly forty other families are in the same boat. And given what I just said about three people in this household going out to schools each day.... yup, you see the issue. Of course we let both schools know, but the official guidance is that we must continue as normal. If we keep the girls home we and they get into trouble, and if Mrs L doesn't go to work she also gets into trouble, and so this morning off they all went. It's lunacy, but state sponsored. I suppose that overall a nation-wide lockdown should have a broad impact, but for any of the eight million households with school-age children, or anyone working in education, it just feels so pointless. Then again the particularly vulnerable age bracket likely don't live with school age children so that at least makes a bit more sense.

Nonetheless the Government's handling of this pandemic has been shambolic. The scenes this summer of people eating out (literally state sponsored), people out drinking and partying, people shopping, people travelling as normal, people on holiday and so on were simply maddening. Who thought that was a good idea? Our family has not been perfect as that would have been almost impossible, but like many we have been so disciplined for so so long. We are nearly eight months in at this point, and it now appears that all of that hard work, all that thinking differently about everything we do, all of that denial and boredom has just been a waste of time. And the tragedy is that you could see it coming a mile off. We'll carry on as best we can of course, and there is no denying that we have it pretty easy compared to many, but that does not mean we are not fed up. Very fed up and the longer it goes on the worse it gets. What's the way out? When can we go back to living our lives as normal, and I don't mean when the politicians say we can as we know that is deeply flawed.

Common Gull


I went out on Wanstead Flats on Sunday afternoon. Admittedly not the best time to be going out, but I have never seen it busier. It wasn't even like this during the first period of lockdown - when you can't go to the pub, the gym, the café or the high street, it seems you go to Wanstead Park or the Flats. I'll try and get out earlier I think. I took a few bird photos at one of the local ponds but was forced to move on -  Londoners seem unable to measure two metres, and rather than get into a fight I just retreated. Give me the Essex coast any day - I think I saw two people at Abberton on Saturday morning. I remember this from the first time, a huge swell in numbers locally that only declined once lockdown ended. It was springtime then, and thus far more irritating as I genuinely wanted to be out looking for migrants. Birding is obviously far less exciting in November, but what has changed is my level of fatigue. It might be a bit dull out there, but at least it is out there and not in here. 

Tufted Duck


Wednesday, 29 July 2020

Social distancing

If you have been being well behaved, for the last few months you will also have been being quite antisocial. Many jokes were made back in March about how anyone would tell the difference when it came to birders. For a fairly long time even trips outside were limited, and whilst I saw the odd local birder and had the occasional chat, for the most part I have been nowhere and seen no-one. Summer birding on Wanstead Flats sometimes centered on local pubs after a hard day of seeing nothing, but no such possibility existed in 2020. Last week I found myself home alone, and in a rare moment extroversion decided I was fed up of seeing nobody for days at a time and decided to host a small party. A socially-distanced party. 

Good grief social distancing is a pain. For starters we all had to be outside, that's rule number one. The advice is still to maintain a healthy distance even if outside, so I dutifully got out my tape measure and worked it all out. I set up a table with clean glasses that I handled only with gloves, but put all the drinks inside and only I did the pouring, also with gloves. There was no food sadly, that was too hard. The sink and toilet were thoroughly disinfected before people arrived, and there was a one way route to it guarded by Polar Bears. Really. Everyone got their own towel to dry their hands with which they had to take with them, and there was Dettol at each end if they felt the need.


Here's the garden all set up. Socially distanced chairs and wine crates repurposed as tables

So last Friday evening four of the Wanstead posse turned up and for a few hours things felt largely normal again - seeing real people with real drinks in their hands was extremely refreshing. Largely it all worked very smoothly even though it was a little awkward, and as far as I know we all still feel fine. Or at least I do anyway, and the WhatsApp chat group is not showing any coughing or ambulance emojis. It probably won't be long before this type of thing is banned again, so it was nice to get it in and see people before we're all locked down again. I'm a glass half empty kind of person.

Thursday, 9 July 2020

One good Tern

I wonder if that title had readers wondering if I had been on a jaunt? Fear not....I am talking about a local lockdown Common Tern. Common Tern is a tricky bird in Wanstead, timing is everything. They breed at Walthamstow and in the Lea Valley, making occasional forays over our way, but unless you camp out by one of the lakes in the Park the likelihood is that you will never see one. I have had many a blank year, including 2019, so this year I was determined to get one. But from the house. A common and garden Tern if you will.

I have one single record of a garden Common Tern from 2007. I remember the day well as it was so odd. A Common Tern flew down the length of the gardens, equidistant between my house and the houses that we back onto, and then flew back again about a minute later. It was looking down the whole way, in the manner that Terns often do. I wondered if it had dropped a fish on a patio? I've kept half an eye out ever since, but history has never repeated itself. The 2020 lockdown was surely the time.And thanks to a network of dedicated spotters on the ground, it has delivered.

And not so dedicated spotters of course....last week I noticed that Nick had tweeted out a Common Tern from the closest pond to me not 30 seconds previously. Great! Not visible over the treeline, but when it flew off it would surely gain height and I could be vectored in. I quickly got in touch, asked about the nearby availability of bricks, and asked that he keep me posted when it flew. Sure sure, no problem. Scanning, scanning, scanning - nothing. Is it still there I asked? No it's gone. Gah!! Which way? Dunno, I got talking to someone and didn't see it go. Pfff. 

This weekend I got another chance. This time my dedicated spotter was Simon R, and although he did not know about Nick's faux pas as I had not yet written this blog post, he made no mistake. Eyes firmly on the prize. Flying towards the Basin!  Scanning, scanning, scann..... YES! Distant, but the rakish form of a Common Tern was just visible over the trees as it made its way north across the golf course to the next fishing opportunity. James H, aware of it's presence and rushing out of Bush Wood towards the Basin for a year tick also picked it up as it headed back west towards wherever home was. 

To say I was delighted was an understatement, and Simon R has earned himself a nice pint of beer as and when we all feel able to get together. Nick will be having a glass of water. Poured over him. I jest of course! I am immensely grateful that I get bird news so frequently from those able (and willing) to get out more, and that I have seen so many birds from home over these last few months is partly due to them. I'm on 99 for the year now, 69 of them from home. And now that autumn appears to be underway I would hope to get a few more.

This Common Tern was photographed in New York.

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

Well that was June

So that's June over for another year. How was it for you? I went birding, oh let's see now, just counting it up, two secs.....err zero times. Yes, exactly zero times. Per eBird I looked out of the window twice and saw a Red Kite twice, and that sums up my birding last month. To be fair I have an enviable track record in June, and once again I have found it effortlessly easy to maintain. Did I miss anything? Well, I still haven't managed to connect with a patch Common Tern, which is probably most likely in June, and my list also appears to be missing Desert Warbler and Cayenne Tern for some reason, not sure why as it appears both were eminently gettable if you were prepared to leave common sense and your morals behind. But enough has been said about long-distance twitching during this pandemic already, probably far more eloquently than I could do (or would consider doing), so I think I'll just stop there. I am sure you know what I think.



So yes, I missed a few birds. Did I miss birding though? Nope. I am feeble, I realise this. But it is also extremely helpful to be able to dip in and dip out of hobbies. Probably a poor choice of verb when that hobby is birding, but you know what I mean. When I do dip in, I do so wholeheartedly. And when I take a break, I really take a break! And I enjoyed my June break very much indeed. All my spare time has been concentrated in the garden. I have given some out of control shrubs including the enormous Laurel severe haircuts (no nests, worry ye not). I have planted a new shady bed up with hostas and ferns and declared a mostly non-fatal war on intransigent molluscs. I have installed automatic watering in the form of soaker hoses. I have cleared out all sorts of rubbish that was hiding unseen behind greenhouses and so on, and in a rare outing taken the whole lot to the tip. I have been tending assiduously to all my Palms, Cycads, Agaves, Aloes and the like, and many plants which have had years of neglect have been repotted or top-dressed. Plants that I had almost forgotten I had and that despite any attention whatsoever had somehow developed into quite impressive and in some cases statuesque specimens have been tidied up and now take pride of place - I could do a whole post on Trachycarpus..... The tomatoes are swelling by the day and the beans are flowering profusely. Less edible but my bamboos have also had daily watering and lots of fertiliser, and as as result have exploded into years of pent-up growth - a Phyllostachys that had produced one cane a year ever since I had it is growing no fewer than 20 and they are double the height of the previous ones. A nocmig panda feels pretty much nailed on at this point. In short everything is spic and span and looking fantastic and I am very pleased at how a locked-down June has panned out.






It looks like July and August will see more of the same. Things are opening up of course, but only if you want to partake and I'm still quite happy at the moment not to. Our family holiday to Croatia just got cancelled, not a great surprise but actually we were not that keen on going as we felt it likely to have been more stress than it was worth and some way from the relaxing break had booked. We'll take the refund and just chill out at home. Or rather, chill out at home some more. But by the time September comes around I think I will be done with sitting around, comfortable though it undoubtedly is. The growing season will be slowing down, there will be less to do and my thoughts will be turning to somehow getting ready for the return of colder nights. Right now I am just fine but it is brewing, I can feel it. There is restlessness just around the corner, and this will need to be dealt with. I will need to go out. Possibly even out birding.

Spring was largely a write off. None of my original plans nor indeed their replacement plans amounted to anything. My dreams of weekend days out on the coast in May shriveled to the odd foray onto Wanstead Flats before the hordes descended. My foreign birding ambitions in Japan (then Argentina), Bulgaria and America progressively vanished as the world shut down. Family trips to Italy, Scotland and Finland were all similarly cancelled. Being at home in my greenhouse is all well and good, great succour in fact, but there will come a time when I get itchy feet and no amount of potted Aloes will sort me out. My worry of course is that it is too early to plan, too soon to know what will happen in the autumn. But I can't help myself, I am a planner and I have to have plans. In the back of my mind I am prepared for COVID-related disappointment, but putting that to one side there has to be something to look forward to, something good that gets ever nearer. The question is what will it be?

I don't know. But I intend to invest some time finding out..

Sunday, 31 May 2020

Grass



Morning! 

Early start today, the weather seemed extremely promising, so I was out at a time beginning with a four! Ouch, but it was very pleasant indeed. Almost unbelievably where I had been planning to take sunrise, fox and owl photos from was occupied by three young hooded gentlemen. At 4.30am! Oh to live somewhere remote with NO PEOPLE. I went somewhere else and took some photos of grass - my current nasal nemesis.







Were it not for my nose and eyes, I could get to quite like grass I think. So many forms, so many angles, shades, textures. Quite beautiful really. 


Eventually the hoodies moved off, presumably to bed, but by then the sun was quite high in the sky. Instead I amused myself with the large congregations of juvenile Starlings feeding in the long grass and making a huge racket. There must have been several hundred of them in a tight flock, and it was the sound of their calls that was most striking - the plaintive whirring of so many juveniles. It seems that they have had a good year, and I look forward to the flocks of pale brown and spangly purple ones being joined by a nice pink one in due course.



Another day now beckons in the lockdown garden, you will not catch me heading off to some beauty spot. I quite like my garden, and certainly my plants have never had it so good - a regime of constant and tender care. Lots of trimming, feeding, repotting and so. My current conundrum is that all my labels have faded due to exposure, and so a number of potted palm trees that all look quite similar are now unidentified. Anyone know how to separate Trachycarpus takil from Trachycarpus nainital? No, didn't think so. I don't either.

Sunday, 24 May 2020

Annoyed of Wanstead

Thank you for bearing with me over California and Florida. I had not been planning to write them up at all, but with everything subsequent to them cancelled or rapidly heading that way I needed a bit of a lift, and I have to say that going through all of those waders brought a smile to my face. I am itching to go back and do it all again. However.....

This weekend I should have been in Northumberland celebrating my parents' golden wedding anniversary. My sister and I had rented a house large enough to accommodate all 12 of us, and the long weekend was going to be spent in the great outdoors and then sprawled around a comfortable and rather grand sitting room. On Monday evening I was coming back to London with my Mum and one of my nieces, and on Tuesday together with them and my youngest daughter, was flying to Pittsburgh and from there driving to Ohio. There we would have met up with my aunt, uncle, cousin and [later] sister for a few days, and together we were to visit my Grandmother, now aged 94, in her care home. At 94 I cannot help but wonder how many more chances we will have. Meanwhile my eldest daughter was accompanying my Dad back to Scotland to help look after him and my sister's other two children, and Mrs L would be in London supervising the final burst of GCSE revision for my eldest.

Well now.

No anniversary celebrations. No family get-together in America. No visiting of ancient relatives. No cousins spending time together. No GSCEs and no end-of-an-era school leavers jollity. We've seen no-one and been nowhere. Meanwhile I read of Government advisors quietly skipping off to see families and lovers, I see reports of fun days out birding here there and everywhere, of long-distance twitching, and of photos of crowded beaches and clogged roads all over the country. 

You can imagine how that makes me feel. No doubt there are solid reasons for some of this activity, and I am sure that many people have found ways of justifying it to themselves, but quite a lot of it makes me seethe. Imagine what nurses and doctors seeing this first hand must think. The selfishness of so many people is quite extraordinary. My 'favourite' was a news report of some people who had driven an hour and a half to go to a beach and were without any sense of irony annoyed that lots of other people had done the same thing. I've also read stories of people who never got to see their aged parents again because they died before they could visit, and I'll be honest here - I cannot reconcile those two things. People who are irritated that other people also felt like a nice day out, and people who won't get to see a family member again ever.

Right, deep breath.

Here in Wanstead it has been feeling quite like June for quite a while already. Other than the majesty of local Swifts birding has been scant, and unfortunately I have now turned to insects. On Thursday night we put out the moth trap for the first time this year. Immediate success with Buff-tip, Small Elephant Hawk Moth and Angle Shades - three mega-cool species to find in my back garden. Seek and ye shall find.







We've also had regular visits from a Broad-bodied Chaser that likes to rest up on a particular Yucca leaf, returning to it time and again much like a Flycatcher, and there have been a variety of other interesting insects that I have discovered whilst gardening and on whose identity I am currently clueless. Help is at hand in the form of various established pan-listers, including local birder gall-afficionado James, who was able to tell me that the really smart little bug I photographed was the catchily-named Rhabdomiris striatellus. Given I am not going to be going very far for the rest of the summer and quite possibly the autumn as well, developing an interest and gaining some knowledge in things other than birds may be one of the best ways to get through this.

Stay safe. And don't be selfish.











Sunday, 17 May 2020

Summer drinks

It is fair to say that I am partial to a nice tipple. Wine is the drink of choice, particularly with food, and I always try and ensure some element of matching. I find drinks and drinking to be quite seasonal - in the colder months our food tends to be richer and more robust, and as a result there is more red on the table. Similarly these are the months for whisky, be it bourbon or scotch. As the weather warms up and our meals become lighter with the availability of more salads and so on, the wine switches to white and particularly that very pale rosé from Southern France for which I have a very soft spot. As a result that soft spot is sadly mirrored on my physical person.... 

I could wax lyrical about wine and food, but what about a little something before dinner? Perhaps even early afternoon if it is the weekend? The gin and tonic reigns supreme for a perfect balance of refreshment and taste, and also for ease of preparation - one can be in my hand very shortly after coming through the front door and I have also trained the children to make them. But of course now we all have a little more time on our hands. No more commute, and with the warm conservatory and tropically-themed terrace mere steps away it is no surprise that the residents of Chateau L turn their thoughts to drinks with a little more complexity. Especially on sunny days, and now that holidays appear to be a thing of the past it seems only fair.

For several years now I have for some reason ended up taking a quick photo of whatever lovely concoction I find in my hand, and on this idle Sunday morning I had a trawl though this archive, possibly to draw inspiration for later this afternoon as the sun does appear to be out, but also to see if I had sufficient material to provide some inspiration. It seems that I do, so here is a selection of a few of the things I have happily slurped my way through over the last few summers. Rum and mint in various combinations tend to feature heavily, especially the classic Mojito and Rum Punch, but the repertoire is ever-increasing and a new favourite is a Blood Orange Martini. Anyway, with apologies to those lacking in self control....









Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Easing the piss

Today is Wednesday, the start of the new easing of restrictions announced with such stunning clarity by the Prime Minister at the weekend. Some people can go to work, although how they get there safely is less clear. Footage of today's morning communte in London suggests that they simply can't and have to brave it regardless which is just awful. Meanwhile those with more time on their hands can go to garden centres, and can drive to beaches, hills and other scenic spots for 'unlimited exercise' which is now back on the menu. Sunbathing in parks is also fine and dandy, as are tennis and golf, although rather surprisingly second homes remain out of bounds. Poor show. I think it is early but then again I am a big scaredy-cat and I am also not a scientist. So what will happen? Well, the moronic behaviour of people at the VE Day celebrations last Friday was an indication, but the return to work and other easings is whole new level of stupidity and I think we can look forward to another upward trend, as is already happening in other countries. But hey, don't ask me, ask the experts that guide us. What I can confidently say is that appealing to the common sense of the British public is an exercise in futility. But what about the common sense of a particular subset of which I am a part? 

Birders.  

From a birding perspective I expect that many of us are wondering what this means. Specifically, how can the new rules be read to ensure that we can go birding whenever and wherever we want, just like we used to. To be honest I don't have much of an insight into the second home and sunbathing masses, but birding I do know a little bit about. Personal freedom is an emotive subject. My thoughts are these; give a birder - especially a twitcher - an inch and it is likely that they will take a foot. Be sensible we are told. We won't be, many of us will be very selfish. The desperate need to see a bird no matter what brings out the worst in people in normal circumstances, and I can't see that the trifling matter of a pandemic will change that. From the very beginning of this whole sorry state of affairs much of the commentary I have seen, on various chat groups, twitter and so on, is about how the guidelines on social distancing can be interpreted - and by interpreted I mean bent - to allow minimal disruption to birding. Let's face it birders are not very good at being cooped up indoors are they? Even before this recent easing I've heard of 90 mile round trips for year-listing purposes. I've heard of photography expeditions of far further for something as innocuous as Short-eared Owls. I've read multiple reports of full days out birding, and whilst I accept that I must sound highly sanctimonious I do find myself wondering why all of these things were deemed to be OK. Sure, birding is a hobby that lends itself well to social distancing, and in some locations you may very well see nobody at all, but surely it just has to be more risky - for you and potentially for other people - than simply staying at home. You could get run over, you could run somebody else over. Your car could break down. You could slip and fall, you could get bitten, charged, stung, mugged - all manner of unexpected events can and do happen. While you were out year-listing something preventable could happen at home, who knows, like your shed burning down or something. All of these occurrences, however fanciful or unlikely, could put somebody else in harm's way. You could argue that all of these things are normal and everyday risks, and of course you would be right. But at the moment we need to try and minimise all of them so that the teams of people who would normally help us out can focus their efforts where they are really needed, and that is not on birders getting into difficulty whilst making unnecessary journeys.

But I'm not convinced all birders think of that when they set out. They think about lists, about ticks, and about a diary that has suddenly and unexpectedly been emptied at the prime time of year. Combine that with some vague instructions on isolating and guess what? As I mentioned in my last post I have done pretty well, but I could have done better. I have not been to work, I have not been shopping, I have not attended any parties or barbeques, I have not danced the conga and I have not met up with anyone. But I have been out birding under the guise of 'essential exercise'. Not to the coast, not to photograph Colin the Cuckoo, but nonetheless I have potentially put myself and others in harm's way. I have on occasion felt uncomfortable on Wanstead Flats, and I am pleased that I have. It has meant that I have gone home when it starts to feel busy and more likely that social distancing will fail. I re-timed my visits accordingly, but I need to stay the course and not crack under this new-found and seemingly legitimized freedom.

On the other hand I hear that quite a lot of birders been very good, and happily I know of plenty of them. And with the advent of these new rules they intend to keep on being good, and to essentially remain in lockdown mode. Good on them. But I am deeply worried that for those for whom listing and rarities are the be all and end all of birding, the relaxation of the stipulations on exercise will be taken to mean that twitching and year-listing are back on. Cornwall here we come! North Norfolk coast for the day, lovely stuff! A day on the south coast seeing Black Kites and Hoopoes, yes please! But here's the rub. None of these places want to see birders at the moment. None of the infrastructure that supports birding or indeed any other social activity or leisure pursuit is going to be open. So don't go. Most of the birds will be there next year for you, and getting a big year list in 2020 will simply mark you out as a, well, you know. 

Personally I am largely going to be ignoring the latest "advice" and carrying on exactly as before. I know I can do it, the family know they can do it. Certainly we are all fairly sick of it, but we think we can continue to live like this for a good while. Or at least until the wine runs out. Call me a pessimist but I expect a renewed clobbering from COVID-19 in about three weeks time following the absurd bank holiday scenes and now the daily commute, which combined with further lax behaviour from birders and non-birders alike should ensure we remain throttled by this virus well into the autumn and probably beyond. Look at New Zealand and some other countries who had decent leadership and whose citizens took this seriously. They are out of the other side and looking forward. We remain mired whether we choose to believe it or not, and whilst at best birding won't have any negative impact, its all out resumption definitely won't help get us out of it. 

Monday, 11 May 2020

Comparison and slippage

In the 50 days since lockdown took hold I've made 13 visits to Wanstead Flats/Park. That's roughly what I thought at about two per week, but some thorough analytics suggest that in common with the rest of the country I am actually slipping. The first half of the lockdown period saw me make just three of those 13 visits. All of the rest of them have been in the second half, six have been in the last fortnight, with three in the last four days. I'm clearly not as well behaved as I thought I was. It is difficult to compare this with what anybody else has done of course, but I know of some people for whom the shelter in place order has changed absolutely nothing about their birding routine, for some within the spirit of the guidelines and for others most definitely outside of them! And equally I know of some people whose normal birding lives have simply ceased to exist. My best comparison is probably my actions in previous years, so I thought I would go and have a look at that.

Well well well. In 2019 during the same period I made 12 patch visits. One fewer than over lockdown! How is that possible you may ask, and I wondered the same thing. And then I realised....during the same period in 2019 I was actually away for nearly a quarter of the time - a family holiday to Cyprus and then an amazing birding expedition to the Texas coast. It is a similar story in 2018 and 2017, so even trying to compare myself to myself is a futile exercise. So what do the numbers say?

I cannot be bothered to try and work out how many species I saw locally in a specific period in prior years. I like lists as much as the next person but that is simply a level of detail too many. It would be simpler to see how many species I have seen locally to date. This year it is 96, the latest being a Common Sandpiper at the weekend. I was actually quite surprised it was as many as that, but I suppose I have twitched a number of local migrants like Ring Ouzel and Redstart and so on. So how does that compare to prior years up to May 11th?

2019: 92
2018: 96
2017: 98

So I have seen four more birds locally this year than last year, the same number as in 2018, and two fewer than in 2017. Would you call that par? I think I would. Which makes sense when you think about it. The garden has contributed perhaps two unexpected species, Common Scoter as extensively discussed, and then Raven which I could not have seen from ground level out on the patch. I also recorded Whimbrel but subsequently saw some as well on the Flats, and you would have to say that the Short-eared Owl I got from the balcony I would also have got from the patch. So whilst I may have submitted 39 garden lists in 2020 (vs zero in 2019) their actual impact has been fairly limited. Exciting from a specific location point of view but largely exactly the same species as any visit to the patch would net me. 

So what happens next? Will my self control go completely to pieces and I'll hit the patch daily from now on, or will I sort it out and continue to be pretty sensible? Well luckily for all concerned June is nearly upon us, and whether in a state of lockdown (or whatever the latest Government proclamation actually means) or complete normality I know for a fact that my patch visits die a death in June. And indeed the entire summer. In 2019 I made one visit to the patch between June and mid-August! One! Now that's what I call social distancing!


Moonpig, c4.50am 

Friday, 8 May 2020

A day in the life of a London lockdown lister


I originally wrote this article for the local wildlife society's Spring newsletter, the WREN Group. The group is active in many different branches of natural history, from algae and plant galls to birds and mammals. It dates from mid-April, and I tried to stick to garden birds and species that local members might reasonably expect to fly over their houses here in East London. The brief was that the readership are not all birders and therefore to keep it as easy-going as possible. And frankly lockdown listing can be as light or as intense as you make it, although of course the slope is a slippery one as I am sure many of you are finding out!

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Like many birders I love a good list. I routinely record every bird I see or hear no matter where I am, and as time goes by so a list of birds from a defined place will gradually increase. I’ve lived in Wanstead for over 15 years, and over that time the various lists that I keep have gradually crept upwards. Were I to plot these on a graph over time there would be a clear laggard – my garden.

I think most birders keep a list of birds they have seen from their homes. However most birders also spent a great deal of time away from their homes – birdwatching is principally an outdoor activity, and unless you live somewhere exceptional then generally there is always more productive birding habitat somewhere nearby. In my case it is Wanstead Flats, and given the choice that is where you will find me.

Enter lockdown. I can still exercise on Wanstead Flats of course, but my first few forays I found uncomfortable – lots of people, perhaps more than normal, and not all of whom understood the concept of social distancing. Where I can’t catch this infernal virus is at home, and so that is where I have been spending the vast majority of my time.

It has been a revelation. My previous highest daily total of birds seen from my garden was 30 species, which came from a whole day spent in the garden looking skywards. Now that lockdown listing is a ‘thing’ and more or less my only outlet for birding I am taking it a lot more seriously, and I have discovered that I can get to 30 species well before breakfast. A whole day of effort including listening after dark produced an amazing total of 42 species about a week ago. At this point you are probably thinking that you have only ever seen a handful of birds in your garden, but that is because you have not been looking properly. And more importantly, you have not been listening.

You don’t even need a garden, all you need is a window. I have a second floor balcony which confers some advantages, but all you actually need is a room with a view, and ideally a window that can open. If there is some greenery so much the better, but it’s not critical; you will still see and hear birds.

Here is my typical lockdown listing day. Just after 6am I am out on the balcony with the first coffee of the day. The dawn chorus has mostly died down now, but the local Wren is still belting it out from the top of the neighbour’s conifer.  There is a Dunnock singing too, a rapid and seeming never-ending reel. The local Robin’s tuneful twitters are coming from somewhere too, and the harsh scolding of a Blackbird filters through from a few doors down. Blue Tits are visible in the trees, Parakeets squawk, Starlings chatter, Goldfinches switter and zing overhead, and the resident Woodpigeons and Collared Doves are perched in their usual tree.  A Jackdaw is on the chimney pots, the rough call of the Magpies betrays their presence, and the caw of a Crow comes from behind the house as a Feral Pigeon flies past. I take my first sip of coffee. I’ve been outside for at less than a minute and the list is up to 14 already. Of those I’ve seen seven – knowing bird calls is important but not vital. If you spend any amount of time in a confined space with a population of resident birds you will get to know their songs and calls soon enough. In fact you won’t be able to avoid learning them. Despite what you thought lockdown is actually good for you.


It begins to get harder of course. I know what birds to expect, it is just a question of them playing ball and early morning is the best time. Sure enough there are soon some Mallards scudding around – pretty much the only duck that takes to the skies in Wanstead at the moment but do look for the curly rear end to be sure. I’m still looking at every duck just in case! The familiar honking of Canada Geese is next, on their way from a roost site to the local ponds. If you are observant it is likely you will also see both Greylag and Egyptian Goose as well, the latter with large white panels in the wing that are unmistakable. They also sound like donkeys….

A commotion! The Magpies and Crows go mad and it is soon apparent why. A Grey Heron is flopping through the gardens, dodging left and right to try and avoid the corvids who view it as a threat to their nestlings. It emits a fearsomely loud squawk as it disappears off over the rooftops.

A dribble of gulls appear. At this time of year many species are still possible, but the most likely suspects are the (adult) charcoal grey-winged Lesser Black-backed Gulls and the light grey Herring Gulls. I get both every single morning without fail as they commute from the reservoirs where they spend the nights to local parks, ponds and rubbish tips.

I’m beginning to listen more carefully now for birds that are perhaps quieter and less obvious, or perhaps simply further away. After a little while a Blackcap sings – a repeated melodious sequence. Listen to a recording on the internet, learn its phrase, and see if you can pick it out.  I think it’s one of the most beautiful of our migrant songsters. Next up is a Chiffchaff. Chiff chaff chiff chaff chiff chiff chaff. Unmistakeable. I’ve only seen it in the garden once during this lockdown period, but I hear it singing on most mornings. Then comes the kik call of a Great Spotted Woodpecker and I quickly pick it up, it’s undulating flight a real giveaway as this largely black and white bird bounds across the neighbourhood.

Teacher! Teacher! A Great Tit is calling, and is new for the morning. It’s 6.30, I’ve been on the balcony for half an hour now and the list is up to 25. This lockdown listing is a walk in the park!

The non-stop period is now over in terms of additions, and now the law of diminishing returns comes into play. How many more can I get before I need to start work?  There are still a few certainties of course – flyover Cormorants, the local House Sparrows, a wheezing Greenfinch, but it is a lot harder to eke anything else out. Nonetheless I would still expect to hear Long-tailed Tit for example, and the local Mute Swans are flying around all over the place at the moment as the dominant males start to force the hangers on from their chosen ponds. I might get a Jay or a Green Woodpecker, and there are Goldcrests around if you really strain your ears. One of the benefits of lockdown is the reduced amount of background noise from cars and planes.



My time is up, I am on exactly 30 species for the day so far and I need to get dressed. Oh, did I not mention this? Yes, 30 species in my dressing gown…..

During the day I am mainly in meetings, but sometimes a conference call can take place by a window…. Sparrowhawks, Buzzards, Kestrels, Red Kites…. I’ve seen multiples of all of these from home during lockdown simply by looking at the sky. I scan with the naked eye, and then zoom in on dots and specks. Some lucky London birders have even seen Ospreys this month. Hirundines are back too, Swallows and Martins steadily moving north, and soon the Swifts will arrive in numbers – I’ll be seeing them every day and I cannot wait!

On some days my birding continues after dark. Ever wanted to try and get Coot or Moorhen on your garden list? During the day is next to impossible for most people. After dark however, indeed sometimes even before bedtime. Try an hour or so in the garden or listening from a window. They sound just like they do on the local pond, but out of context you may dismiss them just as noises of the night. If you have the stamina, or nothing to do the next day you can take this a stage further and stay up all night. All sorts of things fly over London in the dead of night. Sea ducks like Common Scoters that spend almost all their time on the open water migrate overland in April. So too do waders like Oystercatchers and Whimbrel. This is a whole new birding experience to delve into and is known as nocmig (for nocturnal migration). You can do it with your own ears at the cost of sleep and sanity, or for a modest investment you can set up a recording device at an open window and review the results in the morning at your leisure.

My garden list of 16 years has increased by four species in a matter of weeks, having been more or less stagnant for ages. Out of a total in all those years of 83 species, a month of lockdown has seen me record 64, including a Short-eared Owl, a Raven, two Little Egret and seven Red Kites.  My eyes have been opened to the joy of garden birding and to the possibilities of nocmigging. It can’t replace being able to go out, but it is a fine substitute in these trying times.

Stay safe, stay in, and get lockdown listing!

Thursday, 7 May 2020

Getting busier

I assume anyone that lives in London cannot have failed to notice that it is getting a lot busier. I've been going out on Wanstead Flats from time to time, probably about once or twice a week. My last visit was exactly a week ago, and I was forced home by 7.30am due to an ever increasing number of people making me uncomfortable. It struck me as I attempted to cross the main road on my way home that I was having to wait for traffic to pass. Two weeks ago I can't say that would have been a problem, I would have waltzed straight across. 

Then on Tuesday I used the car for the first time in over six weeks - the last time it had gone anywhere was March 20th! I felt that if I left it any longer it might not start, and having to call someone out or get close to a neighbour to jump it is not ideal at the moment. Luckily it did start but I had to inflate all four tyres significantly to make it safe before I took it out on a quick spin on the North Circular. This was extremely early in the morning, before 6am, but I was amazed at the number of cars on the road, especially on my way back home at around twenty past. I get the feeling that Londoners are done with lockdown, and that gradually people have been going out more and more. As I rarely go out at all, to me it seems quite sudden and vastly different from earlier on in lockdown.

Common Whitethroat on Wanstead Flats

30,000 people have died so far, a sobering thought. If as seems likely the UK begins to ease restrictions on movements this weekend, as many other countries have been doing, I personally have no desire to get back out and about and perhaps add to that grim statistic. So many people have been taking the piss already, treating these past weeks as an extended holiday, imagine what it will be like when we get the nod from the Government? I feel like I have a good idea what it will be like, especially on a sunny weekend, and I want to avoid it at all costs. So I'll stay in lockdown a little longer if you don't mind as Wanstead Flats will almost certainly become a no go area whenever the weather is fine. It is bad enough now with all the picnicking, sport and sunbathing - an extension of what people can legitimately do will be the final straw. Imagine living on the coast?

Which means continued birding at home, and as May progresses we will slip into a dire state of affairs where there are no birds moving. Lockdown listing has been genuinely fun but June comes early these days.... When skywatching and nocmigging no longer deliver the goods then what will birders do? I'll be OK as I have lots of other interests, others are not so fortunate. And when lockdown #2 comes into place in about a month from now when cases and daily deaths begin to increase again.....

I am probably most concerned at this point about going back to work. Public transport, especially the tube, has zero chance of maintaining social distancing. The commuting mentality is not one that listens to reason or that provokes thoughts of how one might help out one's fellow man. It is every man for himself, a scrum of stress, objection and aggression, and I can only imagine the contempt with which many will treat any official attempt to enforce any kind of distancing rules. In fact the commute may be the area which causes me to be stuck at home for much of the rest of this year and perhaps beyond - there is no way it can return to normal until a vaccine is out, and that probably goes for any form of transport. And as that is a long way out, any selfish desire I may have about resuming travelling is probably a pipe dream for the whole of 2020. At least I have a lot to look back upon I suppose. And any readers who check in regularly will not have failed to notice that this is exactly what is happening. With my recent blogging change of heart due to the circumstances (or perhaps I just needed the time?), it was annoying me that my trip reports were not up to date. I charged through California last week but then I realised I had missed out Florida a few months earlier. That is all to come and I won't lie, the stats indicate that far fewer people read the travel posts. That's a shame as I put a lot into them, but I can perfectly understand why that might be. But you know that won't stop me...

Short-billed Dowitcher


Friday, 1 May 2020

A month of lockdown at Chateau L

We recently passed a month since official lockdown began in the UK, and I thought it might be interesting to work out exactly what I had seen from the house during that time. I knew what new birds I'd seen, and which garden seconds and so on, but did I have a feel for the most common bird, or the most expected bird that I'd seen least of and so on. The results were in places quite illuminating. Through the magic of eBird I was able to download all my garden lists between March 23rd and April 22nd and have a look. Whoever says birding is a hobby for geeks needs to have a long hard look at themselves.

So, out of a possible 31 days of birding, I recorded something on 26 of them. That's pretty dedicated on the whole. No doubt I also saw birds on the other five days too, but I likely couldn't be bothered to enter them. Effort varies from day to day, on weekdays it dips substantially, especially now that Zoom video-conferencing is being used more widely and I can no longer skywatch and participate in meetings at the same time. In total I birded for 80 hours. Or rather, the time elapsed between when I started lists and submitted them amounts to 80 hours. There was one day where my list went on for 16 hours - that was my record-breaking day, but I'm almost certain that I didn't watch the sky or listen out for that long. 

I recorded 64 species, of which two come from nocmig - Whimbrel and Common Scoter. I have not actually recorded the time I spent listening to the night sky, so the 80 hours is in fact more than that, but I am definitely counting these records as I heard them. The sooner that nocmig is widely recognised as as valid a recording method as any other the better. I actually recorded both of these species twice, but was only awake for one of them. I also recorded a further three species whilst I was asleep - Tawny Owl, Little Owl and Oystercatcher, two of which would have been garden ticks. So close...

Happily I can add the Scoter and Whimbrel as full fat garden ticks, and I also get to add Moorhen from a "live" nocmig session, as well as a Raven during a skywatch. Four garden ticks in the space of two weeks is pretty amazing, especially after having lived here for so long, but it is not rocket science and I've covered it elsewhere. Basically I'm at home far far more than normally. Where I would normally be birding on Wanstead Flats, I'm at home. Where I would be on holiday somewhere, I'm at home. Where I would be at Canary Wharf, guess what, I'm at home.

For similar reasons I recorded 30 species or more on eight occasions, having previously managed that only once in 16 years! I would not have thought that possible at the start of this year, but two things have changed. One, I'm not going out on Wanstead Flats, and two, I have a much better view of the sky than I used to have thanks to a loft extension.

So what were the most common birds? In terms of individuals recorded:

155  Ring-necked Parakeet
129 Starling
99 Crow
89 Goldfinch
87 Feral Pigeon

In terms of days recorded it looks like this:

Woodpigeon 19
Goldfinch 18
Wren 18
Jackdaw 18
Feral Pigeon 17

I find this quite interesting. Only Goldfinch and Feral Pigeon are on both lists. Pigeons are bloody everywhere. Almost every distant dot I zoom in on is a Pigeon. I likely also under-record them through sheer apathy. Goldfinches are also everywhere but are much more pleasant, a constant swittering in the air that I enjoy a great deal.

At the top of the leader board in sheer numbers is Ring-necked Parakeets. Love them or hate them they are here to stay. I remember being tremendously excited when I first saw one in Wanstead (April 2008),and it was a red letter day when I finally got one on the garden list (December 2009). How times have changed. I've not had the large flocks over east at the beginning of the day and then back again at dusk - perhaps that is more of a winter phenomenon, but they still easily took top spot. 

Days recorded is mainly a reflection of the residents of my neighbourhood. I have Woodpigeons nesting in my leylandii, the Wren lives here too - 18 days with a count of 18 - the same bird each day, and there are a couple of pairs of Jackdaw nesting in nearby chimney pots.




At the other end of the scale, what are the rarest birds from a month of lockdown? 

1 Common Gull
1 Raven
1 Peregrine
1 Short-eared Owl
1 Whimbrel (nocmig)
2 Meadow Pipit
2 Linnet
2 Moorhen (nocmig)
2 Whitethroat
2 Little Egret

The Common Gull, Meadow Pipit and Whitethroat are simply a function of timing. Common Gulls had mostly all gone by the 23rd March, I was lucky to get one at all. Mipit movements had also all but dried up by then. Other birds that only just scraped in included one record of three Fieldfare and five records of Redwing involving 50 birds.  At the other end of the month, it was only quite recently that a Whitethroat set up territory somewhere that I could hear it. I've now worked out exactly where it is, and with a bit of effort I can see it from the house when it goes right to the top of a particular tree. I'm now recording it every day, just because I can!

The truly rare birds here are Raven which was a patch tick, and Short-eared Owl which is pretty much annual and you have to get lucky. It was only my second from the house (and eighth for the patch). Peregrine breed all around us, at least three pairs that I know of, and I actually expected to see them a lot more frequently than I did. One sighting of one bird in a month. And as for the Whimbrel, well, they still feel rare at the moment, but maybe this is going to change? During this period I actually had three records - one on live nocmig, one on asleep nocmig, and then another of two birds flying over early one morning out on Wanstead Flats. Well and truly unblocked! Linnet has always been a tough bird for the garden, only 10 records ever, so two single flyovers in a month was quite good, the Moorhen were new for the garden thanks to live Nocmig, but actually they seem to be on every single overnight recording along with Coot at the moment - another new discovery. And finally the two Little Egrets were my second and third garden record. Just missing out on the low counts were Mistle Thrush, seen twice but in pairs, and Jay which was only seen three times.

Other notable birds from a numbers perspective were a total of seven Rooks, versus only one before this. There were eight Red Kites over the month, which when measured against the existing eight birds from the entire time I've here is pretty impressive. Ditto 19 Buzzards across seven days versus 45 previously. Jay was only seen three times, and Mistle Thrush only twice.

Clearly being stuck at home is not ideal, but it's a good time of year and I am pretty lucky in where I live and the views that I have. I have learnt a massive amount about what flies over the garden I have lived in for years and years, and my first serious forays into recording nocturnal migrants have been illuminating and frustrating in equal measure. It is also clear that I am going to be at home for some time yet, possibly including the month of June. That may be the point at which somebody needs to lock the doors to the balcony and hide the key...