Sunday, 13 April 2025

Slow slow slow

It continues to be impossibly slow here. Another weekend has passed with barely any migration. I still haven't seen a Swallow! Friday had an unexpected Woodlark silently north but seen well by a few of us, and on Saturday a couple of Yellow Wagtail in the space of two minutes livened up a three hour vigil momentarily. With overnight rain on Saturday into Sunday I was out again this morning, but other than a couple of Rook nothing happened.  Others had a couple of Wheatear later on, but honestly this is appalling for mid-April. Realistically we have a two or three more weekends and then that is it until the autumn. It is as bad as I can ever recall.


In the absence of anything else to do I have been counting and photographing
Parakeets. At this time of year they feed on the ground close to where I live, pecking tender shoots from the short grass. There have around 100 early in the morning, coming down in flocks and then flying off as one when spooked before resettling. Desperate times.



Friday, 11 April 2025

Faro for the weekend - Sunday and Trip List - March 2025



It had continued to rain overnight and the breeze was still very fresh. Needing to be back at the airport for about 5.30pm we could either bird our way back along the coast the same way that we had come, stopping at the sites that we had missed out or been unable to find. Or we could quickly spin up to Castro Verde, perhaps a couple of hours away in the car, and explore an entirely different habitat of rolling plains and steppe. With 76 species on the list at the end of Saturday and a strong desire to get that up to 100, as well as with my Portugal list in mind, we chose the second option. 



But first, having come all this way, we went down to promontory at Cabo de Sao Vicente to look at the sea. It was beautiful down by the lighthouse, bright sunshine making the water aquamarine, alternately clouds turning it dark teal. Sheltering from the wind along the walls of the compound we wondered idly if we could see any Gannets. We could! In fact we could see a lot more than that, hundreds, and there were ducks too with several flocks of Common Scoter going west part the headland and a small party of Wigeon. Shearwaters were what we were really after of course, and although pretty distant we managed to get on some Balearics tracking west. Better than that, a much larger Shearwater a little closer in, with the Gannets and whilst smaller, actually not that far off them in size. It gleamed white below, brown above, and held its wings in a gentle arc, not even flapping once. Of course we couldn't at that range determine whether this was Scopoli's or Cory's, but eBird has the useful option to put down one or the other. This was when a scope would have been really handy! Feeling we likely didn't have much more to gain from the sea we picked our way inland, stopping for a friendly Stonechat and finding a couple of Black Redstart and a Blue Rock Thrush on one of the fortifications nearby.


Stonechat

Sardinian Warbler


Slightly north of the promontory the habitat transitions very rapidly to something akin to steppe. Taking a side road on the way back to Sagres paid dividends almost immediately with coveys of Red-legged Partridge, Corn Buntings everywhere, a farm with Little Owls sheltering in a ruined barn, and a pair of Little Bustard working their way along a grassy ridge.

After breakfast at Vila do Bispo and getting soaked for nothing more than a few Great Tits we regained the main road and made tracks for Castro Verde. We stopped along the way of course, and so it wasn't until midday that we finally made it, which was a poor effort considering we had expected to be there at 10am. This is the way. It was good immediately, and in much better weather. Hoopoe, Red Kite and Booted Eagle were all at our first stop, and Raven, Egyptian Goose and Zitting Cisticola at our second. Although there was no rain our progress was significantly limited by flash flooding with several tracks into good habitat completely flooded by overflowing streams. The trouble is that we only discovered this after driving for reasonable distances and in this way we contrived to waste a lot of what little time we had. On one of these pointless one-way trips we got a Black Kite, and on another a group of Black-bellied Sandgrouse and some Little Bustard. Iberian Shrikes started to appear with increasing frequency, we heard a couple of Quail, and after a long detour to get to a birding spot we blew it big-time by inadvertently flushing three Spanish Imperial Eagles feeding on a dead sheep. So gutting to see these birds flying off, but we had just not known they were there. Somewhere along the way we jammed a male Hen Harrier and Short-toed Eagle - these hills are sensational for Raptors. I'd like to spend much more time here, it reminded me quite a lot of Extramadura.

Not helpful!

We returned to Faro on the N2, possibly a mistake as it was one of windiest and twisty roads I have ever driven, and as such was painfully slow. Much better probably to take the more boring but much quicker A2 to the west. Still, we didn't miss the flight and even managed to add Jay and Flamingo to the list from the airport. 


Thursday, 10 April 2025

Faro for the weekend - Saturday - March 2025

Mick and I met at Gatwick at some ungodly hour on Saturday morning, I think I had to get up at 3am in order to make it, but even so you don't arrive in Portugal until mid-morning and you can only really get an hour of birding in before lunch once you have gone through immigration and picked up the car. We had our work cut out but felt we were equal to the task of seeing as manys as possible during the portion of the day that was left. 

A false start near the airport saw us driving down what eventually turned into a footpath and then a fence. This is the risk of relying purely on a satnav. This necessitated a slow and ignominious retreat in reverse until we could do an eighty-point turn to face forwards again and regain the road. There was then a second false start when the next birding location was down an undrivable track which in any event had a chain across it.... You can't beat planning things without local knowledge based simply on eBird pins! Sure, somebody has been birding there, but they know how to get in, or approach from a completely different direction. Rather than work out how on earth one accessed these places we just gave up and went to the next one, arriving to clear skies that looked like that had the distant potential to turn ominous.

Third time lucky. We arrived at the PN Ria Formosa - Ludo at around 11am and this time could actually get in. We had to dump the car and walk a fair way, annoyingly seeing a few cars drive straight past us once we were on foot, but at least we were finally birding, albeit in a brisk breeze. This was a great site, stuffed with birds, and even without a scope we were able to pick up a good selection of waders, though admittedly some had to be identified on the back of the camera. Dunlin and Little Stint were probably the most numerous, but there were plenty of Ringed Plover, Kentish Plover, a single Ruff and a single Greenshank. Marsh Harriers hunted over the pools, and a colony of White Stork and Grey Heron were present in some tall trees on the Marsh. My Portugese list really took off here, all sorts of frankly common birds that I'd somehow not bumped into elsewhere simply due to habitat. Ducks, waders, small birds like Sardinian Warbler and Zitting Cisticola. I was struck by rich the habitat was, and seemingly large parts of the coast are like this.

Large parts of the coast are also golf resorts. Not just a golf course here and there, but extensive developments with multiple courses, gigantic villas, small golf villages and interminable roundabouts. Our next stop was only just on the other side of the Salinas, but took forever to get to as we had to bypass 72 holes just to access the next stretch of marsh. Here we added AvocetBlack-winged StiltWhimbrel and Grey Plover in short order, as well as a Spoonbill and several Little Egret. Luckily we remained close to the car at this site as suddenly the skies darkened and a torrential downpour ensued, a pattern that was to be repeated for the rest of the day as a relentless series of squalls pushed in driven by the westerly wind.

A few thousand golf courses later, at the Canicais de Vilamoura, we spotted our first Black-winged Kite hovering over a par four, and then two Osprey over a water obstacle. A Booted Eagle soared majestically over the clubhouse. A short distance further on, at the Dom Pedro Laguna (surrounded by bunkers), a small mixed flock of Pochard and Red-crested Pochard loafed alongside hole 15 with Glossy Ibis, some Little Grebe worked the margins with a Moorhen, and a rare Mute Swan ignored everything. Serin were in the pine belt, and our first Cetti's Warblers sang from the scrub. Further on, where the golf courses inexplicably ran out, we drove a narrow track alongside some waste ground and came across our first (and it turned out, only) Black-headed Weaver, as well as yet more Booted Eagle and Osprey. Despite the development the area remains rich in birds, one can only wonder what it was once like before the arrival of the international golfer.



By now it was 3pm and we made scant progress westwards since arriving, with perhaps the best site yet to come. This is the trouble with birding! That site was the Lagoa dos Salgados, right on the shore west of Vilamoura and Albufeira. This was chock full of birds, with our first Pintail and Teal, Black-winged Stilt, and a monstrous Western Swamphen. Despite not having a scope we used the cameras to identify distant waders including a pair of Snipe, a Black-tailed Godwit, a Sanderling, two Common Sandpiper and a Ringed Plover. A Caspian Tern was a nice surprise. The sea was big and birdless, the beach vast. On the other side of this area we added Corn Bunting and a few Red-rumped Swallow, and a walk back towards the lagoon piced up a couple more as well as two Green Sandpiper. By now the day was over, it was getting dark, and the drive west to our hotel in Sagres was in a heavy downpour. Excellent dinner in a traditional restaurant, I think I had Turbot and it was fantastic with local wine.



Wednesday, 9 April 2025

Minor awakenings

I wake up at more or less the same time every day, 6am. Years and years of conditioning, I simply can't help it. Even if vast quantities of wine have been consumed the result is the same, except with a headache and a dry throat. One of the first things I do is look out of the window. What is the weather like? In April the question has a very particular meaning. What is the weather like for migrants? Blue skies and sunshine, lovely as they are (and God only knows we deserve them after a miserable winter), are crap for migrants. They simply sail right over the top. Other than a smattering of Chiffchaff and increasing numbers of Blackcap, Wanstead migration in 2025 has been limited to two Wheatear, a couple of Willow Warbler, under ten Swallow, a Little Ringed Plover and a Sand Martin. Given that we are approaching mid-April and that the coverage is outstanding this is pathetic. 

So I get up and go to the bathroom. On the way, or more likely on the way back once my eyes have started to work a little better, I take a look at the clear skies and then I go back to bed for a while. There is no point, none whatsoever, in dragging myself to the patch. How I know? Because I've dragged myself to the patch repeatedly and seen nothing for so long that I have wised up. However this morning there appeared to be some white and grey fluffy things in the sky. Eh? Oh clouds, yes, I remember them! I showered, got dressed, and dragged myself to the patch.



This proved worthwhile almost immediately, it is extraordinary what a difference it made. First up a Willow Warbler singing continuously from Long Wood, heard from a long way off and tracked down. Excellent, what a lovely little bird, and to hear that song really buoyed my spirits. Thus lifted I veritably skipped towards VizMig and leaned back against the fence to begin my vigil. Less than ten minutes later a high and distant blob resolved into a Marsh Harrier purposefully heading north, a properly rare bird on the patch and only my fourth. The morning was getting better! Switching to Centre Path as I meandered slowly towards the tube  and Donald Trump's tariffs a small bird flew from one Hawthorn to another without making so much as a sound. I felt I knew it, and when it landed there was a spanking Common Whitethroat in my bins, the first I have seen for many months. I think I am right in saying that this is our first for the year. I carried on, scanning the sky, looking on fence posts. A Sand Martin scudded north as I proceeded south, not the first for the year for the patch, but my first for the year and actually our hardest Hirundine by some margin. As I left the patch four Kestrel and a Sparrowhawk with in the air, with three of the former appearing to head north. We have a local resident pair however these were probably different birds. Other birds on the move included ten Meadow Pipit and some Linnet. A bit of cloud cover, that is all it takes. Imagine what some well-timed rain could do!

Tuesday, 8 April 2025

Faro for the weekend - Logistics and Itinerary - March 2025



The Algarve, March 8th-9th 2025


I've been to Madeira a few times, mostly in search of plants rather than birds, though of course there are a few special things there... My experience of the Portugese mainland is scant though, single trips to Lisbon (street photography) and Porto (drinking....). You don't get many birds on Madeira, and you certainly don't see many birds in Port cellars so my Portugese list was rather pathetic. The plan was to rectify this by spending a weekend on the south coast in early March, taking in a few of the wetland sites west of Faro on Saturday, and then to scoot up to the plains around Castro Verde on Sunday.

Logistics

  • A weekend trip in early March with Senhor Southcott.
  • Flights: from Gatwick to Faro on British Airways. Outbound is a horribly early Saturday morning flight that gets you to Faro mid-morning. On the plus side it requires no time off work, but at the same time this does mean less birding unless you want to make it three days. However the early start gives you as much birding as you can get on a weekend. The return flight leaves early on Sunday evening. Get cracking!
  • Car Hire: Virtually free as far as I can recall, a decent little run-around car that did the job from Avis, and as part of a BA holiday meant that we could secure the booking for a minimal deposit. I think the flight and car came to £160 each. Decent.
  • Driving: Simple. Good roads. Motorways are charged via cameras and you get your bill later. Our weekend racked up a princely 11 euros.
  • Weather: Challenging! Blustery with bands of rain coming in from the west all weekend. Lovely between the squalls, albeit still on the windy side. Apparently it was lovely in the UK!
  • Accommodation: Only one night needed so Mick booked a hotel in Sagres at the far end of the Algarve for £30 or so. Another bargain. It was perfectly serviceable.
  • Food: Coffee and Pastel de nata all the way at €1.50 a pop. 
  • Optics:  This was trip that in theory prioritised photography however the wind made that virtually impossible. The missing scope would have been useful a couple of times, particularly during good sea-watching conditions off Sagres on Sunday morning.
  • Literature: eBird and Mick's prior experience!
 


Itinerary
Saturday: Very early flight from Gatwick. Arrived in Faro mid-morning and worked our way slowly east via a variety of birding hotspots, mostly wetland sites. Overnight at Sagres.
Sunday: Early seawatch off Sao Vicente, followed by a bit of birding on the plains to the immediate north. Then a quick drive up to Castro Verde for a change of scene, trying to find Raptors, Bustards, Sandgrouse and other specialties on the rolling planes. Early evening flight back to Gatwick. Easy.

Monday, 7 April 2025

Mandarins and other things

In early March a drake Mandarin was found on the Perch Pond in the Park by a non-birder, or possibly a birder but not one that we know. Widely twitched as usual, I was in Canary Wharf and unable to get there, and shortly after most people had seen it it did a bunk over Heronry and wasn't seen again. Until this Friday that is when James found what presumably is the same bird on Heronry. It quickly did a bunk again but only as far as Shoulder of Mutton where Bob, quick off the mark as ever, refound it a short while later. This time I wasn't in Canary Wharf, I was in Budapest. Excellent.

Roll forward to this Saturday, and now back home I am chomping at the bit to get into the Park and find both the Mandarin and the Lesser Spotted Woodpecker, and dare to dream, a migrant. Fat chance on the latter, it has been utterly hopeless on that front. We've had a handful of Swallows, and I do mean a handful. Under ten. Pathetic. But I did get lucky with the Mandarin on Shoulder of Mutton first thing. It hadn't been there when I arrived, or perhaps was tucked up, but I picked it up in flight for the briefest moment as it departed east back towards Heronry. I couldn't refind it there, and a message about a close-by Bullfinch saw me take a cursory glance at Perch before heading off. Natuarally I dipped it. And the Lesser Spot. Then it was time for the Wheatear Trophy presentation.

As Tony and I headed towards the Flats we decided to check Perch. And there it was! Glorious! It is my seventh record of Mandarin, so not super rare but equally quite a long way from annual. This is quite surprising for a species that lives in some numbers not that far away, so I suppose they must be fairly sedentary. This one was really quite friendly.....where has it come from? Who cares as I had my camera with me, my lovely new tiny light-weight toy camera. I have decided that seeing as I barely notice it upon my shoulder that I will try and take it out with me much more often. Weather permitting as it is no Canon 1 series, or at least I have not yet tested it out in the kind of extreme conditions that I knew would do absolutely nothing to the 1DX. It just seems so petite and delicate, how it possibly be expected to repel a single droplet of water? It probably just needs to man up. Or I do. In reality it is all academic as I don't go birding in the rain anyway.

 







Sunday, 6 April 2025

Wanstead Wheatear Trophy 2025

I was away last week for work but I did not miss a great deal. A Lesser Spotted Woodpecker was found in the Park, good to see that these are still clinging on, and a drake Mandarin Duck has been hanging around. Somebody might have seen a Swallow I think, oh and Bob's microphone has been going great guns overnight with passage waders, but generally migrants have been desperately thin on the ground. I was worried that whilst in Budapest the flood gates would open and the patch would be drenched in migrants. Nope, it has been strangely quiet with barely any movement. No doubt the high pressure has seen everything soar straight over?

Louis's triumpant Wheatear on March 22nd has so far been the only Wheatear. Thank God for all the training, had he not been so alert we might still not have seen one. And we are not sure what a blank March might mean for the Wanstead Wheatear Trophy, perhaps it would see it simply retained by whoever had won it last year, with the finder's cup presumably changing hands regardless as this is not date dependent. Let's hope it never comes to that, what a damp squib that would be!

After a short period all dipping Lesser Spot in the Park we all gathered at VizMig on Saturday morning. Louis was dressed up as expected, he set the standard a number of years ago and this has become something of a tradition. What we were not expecting was for Tony to whip off his coat to also reveal a dress shirt, tuxedo and a bow tie. Most excellent. Speeches were made, fizz was drunk, and the charity total from the entrance fee of nearly £200 was revealed taking us to something like £1000 over the years. This year we are giving it to the South Essex Wildlife Hospital in Orsett, a fine choice from Mary.