Sunday, 3 January 2016

(Just) Another Day - Paul McCartney

There was a bit of a frost at 03:00 on New Year's morning which was the time we started out New Year's Day Twitch confined to our own Recording Area. Just a hour on Owl Patrol without result so best bet was to return to the hammock! Not always fully reliable, but the forecast for the day pointed to a game of 2 halves, calm and dry throughout the forenoon followed by a wet pm, on the strength of that we made our plan. Fortunately, it was pin-point accurate so the walk of just about every inch of the Southern Sector was dry and without hardly a breath of wind. The 'dawn chorus' consisted of a combination of
ROBIN
over-flying
CARRION CROWs
BLACKBIRD
SONG THRUSH
PHEASANT
WOOD PIGEON
WREN
and
MAGPIE
if indeed that qualifies as a song?
Before arriving at 
PARLEY POND
BLACK-HEADED GULL
were already there and also feeding in the nearby paddocks while
MALLARD
much reduced in numbers seem content to cruise the watercourse.
MOORHEN
now also seem to favour the lush grass of the paddocks, where there
were already c10 hard at it. What turned out to be the 'bonus' of the day
was the

LITTLE GREBE
which only arrived there a couple of days ago and proved not to be
the 'long-stayer' from the Gravel Pit. However, that individual although
recorded over the past 2 month was not found on the day.
A short detour to the Harbins Bird Table was something of a damp squib
as only

HOUSE SPARROW

BLUE TIT
and a single

GOLDFINCH
were showing any interest. Absent and not seen over the course of the day were
Great Spotted Woodpecker and Collared Dove.
The
RIVER STOUR
was already at High Tide but the little overnight rain seemed to have swollen it even more?
COMMON BUZZARD
flew over as half a dozen
CORMORANT
were flushed from riverside trees.
With only a single Cetti's Warbler recorded last year there was little hope
of one on the day, and what self respecting Kingfisher was going to lend
itself to these flooded conditions - NONE! However, a couple of
GREEN WOODPECKER
were yaffling in the distance and as ever it didn't take long to find a
PIED WAGTAIL
It would have been a sad day if
 GOLDCREST
had not been found along this stretch, one of their favourite areas as is for
 DUNNOCK
While both Northern Thrushes betrayed their presence on call
 FIELDFARE
was first to show followed by a fairly long
 GREY HERON
 HERRING GULL
 GREAT BLACK-BACKED GULL
 LONG-TAILED TIT
 ROOK
 JACKDAW
 STARLING
interlude, that
 REDWING
(far more numerous on the 'day count) put in an appearance.
 MUTE SWAN
(one of several images from the archive herein)
is the one that graced the Parley Court Farm
Christmas Invitation Cards
 Just wait until we get the 'ROYALTIES', then we'll have a real party.
PS - it might be a while?
 CHAFFINCH
and
 GREENFINCH
in quick succession preceded what had to be the 
Bird of the Day
 LITTLE EGRET
a little sporadic hereabouts.
 MEADOW PIPIT
and
 GREAT TIT
were both a long time coming, and it was a further very muddy walk
to secure
 STOCK DOVE
in the Maize Stubble Field.
Only a single male
 REED BUNTING
was recorded all day and it was though unusual to find a small flock of
LINNET 
at this end of the farm.
It was noon when we started to head North but not before recording
the demise of the 
 DOVECOT,
last years breeding site for the local Tawny Owl,
a victim of the high winds, and the first
 DAFFODILS
seemingly seeking a lee behind a Staddle Stone, plus 'dipping' on
Grey Wagtail at the Equestrian Centre - who'd a thought it?
That's when the rain started and a blessing went up that at least this
section can be covered in your average
STRANGE ROVER.
No Bullfinch on the road to Eco and none anywhere else come to that,
but a
 KESTREL
was perched waiting outside of the Re-Cycling Works.
 STONECHAT
have been absent, or more likely overlooked, recently so welcome
to find one at the Solar Panel Farm along with just a single
 COAL TIT
at the Sewerage Works.
It was the huge muddy puddle left by the contractors that 
produced the only
 GREY WAGTAIL
of the day, but not so the Green Sandpiper as previously.
It was only the fact that the Moors River was also swollen that brought both
 TEAL
and
 CANADA GEESE
to light, had it not been so they would not have been paddling around the open fields.
The rain was now hammering down and another quirk of fate sent us to 
complete the great circle track rather that retrace our steps
which resulted in finding c4
MISTLE THRUSH
the 46th and final specie of the day. The only Mammal seen was Roe Deer
and while we are not going to break any record (not that we want to)
it was fantastic to be out in this small corner of PARADISE once again.
WE'VE SAID IT BEFORE and WE'LL SAY IT AGAIN
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all our
VALUED READERS
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Friday, 1 January 2016

Angel of the Morning - Juice Newton

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR to ALL OUR VALUED READERS
FROM the 'FULL TEAM' HERE at the
BAGSY BLOG!
Another very special day warrants at least
another small slice of the
Bagsy Memoir
What follows was pre-recorded, like HM's speech, so today we intend to do a 
'Day Twitch confined to the Recording Area'
the result of which will be forthcoming at a later date!
The Two Birds That Very Nearly Killed Me.
Cast your mind back, s’il vous plaît, to our Christmas Day Post and my departure from the Galapagos in early 2003, when there seemed to be only 2 things on my mind. Uniquely, the first was the thought of what had been missed on the Islands, rather than what had been seen, while secondly when would a return trip be made to see more. With the hackle already raised, at the time a wager of 1000/1 would have been accepted that it would be in no more than 2 years, but in the event it was nearer 7! You'll be pleased you were told all of that particularly as once again this little dit (a sailor's story) has nothing to do with Galapagos except, like it's forerunner, that had been my last port of call in late 2009. To say that second visit to the Islands had been a GREAT success would be an equally large understatement, but now the intent was to do more justice on the mainland of Ecuador. Prior to that, 3 weeks had been spent in both Colombia and Venezuela but this time it was a solo trek.
A brilliant Plan of Attack had been drawn up for me by my Ecuadorian friend, the afore mentioned Byron Palacios, who above all else recommended that Nanegalito was not to be missed and where I arrived on New Years Eve, now there's a coincidence eh? A run down garret was found for less than a 'fiver' a night, where all the water except for the potable had to be brought by the owner up 2 flights of stairs by bucket then decanted into a horse trough in the middle of the room. There was no way anything other than water from a sealed bottle was going to be consumed, but even then that was no guarantee against getting diphtheria. My first thrust was to seek out the World Renowned 'Angel Paz', which took almost a full micro-second, as just about everyone in the village was related to him including the lady in the bakery (another coincidence) who said she would get him to visit. This he did a couple of hours later, along with his son, and the scene was set for the following 2 days.
VINICIO PAZ (son), MOI and ANGEL PAZ
The transport arrived well before daybreak and took me to what might be described as Angel's Place, which was not his permanent home but a substantial Hacienda nonetheless, with an outside cooking area, toilet block and viewing platforms, oh yes nearly forgot along with thousands of acres of prime, mature rain forest! The story goes that this was left to him on his father's death, with an immediate reaction to chop it down and make himself a fortune but that was before his distant neighbour contacted him. With a similar tract of adjoining woodland, he suggested that they preserve it, open it to controlled visitors while making a living and saving the Planet at the same time. A remarkable man/family indeed who, over those 2 days opened up a whole new world of 'birding' to me, only a very small part of which were at the feeding stations:-
 TOUCAN BARBET
SICKLE-WINGED GUAN
coming to various sugar solutions
SHINING SUNBEAM
VIOLET-TAILED SYLPH
and
WHITE-NECKED JACOBIN
just 3 of the c21 species of Hummingbird seen and the
pièce de résistance
YELLOW-BREASTED ANTPITTA
MOUSTACHED ANTPITTA
and
GIANT ANTPITTA
which Signor Paz Senior coaxed out of the undergrowth with a series of 'calls'.
but we digressed, I came nowhere near dying there!
What Byron hadn't mentioned in his carefully laid plan was the
 ISLA de la PLATA
 A small Island on the north west coast of the country it is part of the 
Parque Nacional Machalilla 
and can be reach by boat from the city of Puerto López which is 25 miles away,
and which was planned as the next stop.
It is also referred to colloquially as the
Poor Man's Galapagos.
All togged up and liberally spread with sun-block we arrived on the Island.
Having heard that there was a better than even chance of seeing
WAVED ALBATROSS
there it was a 'no-brainer' and the passage was booked.
Talking through the prospects of the day, prior to sailing, with my new found guide
a tall, lean, fit muscular, good looking, knowledgeable Ecuadorian Young Man,
an exact 'mirror image' of myself, oh except for the Ecuadorian, he did mention
RED-FOOTED BOOBY
but there's the rub!
Along with 4 other tourists on that scorched, arid, undulating place, with little more than goat-track-like paths, where the temperature was already +100°F and no shade whatsoever, our Guide posed the question "which of the 2 specialities bird species would we most like to see". The others were obviously content to just see what came before them, so my bid was stuck in to "go for both". This brought a snigger from Chiefy when saying it would be unlikely that even the fittest among us would not complete that on a single trip. Now being at least the 6th fittest person in our group, and the only FFB to boot, that wasn't going to get in my way, so having secured the Albatross, albeit a single juvenile, the subject of the Booby was brought up again. 
The bottom line was if we took enough water along with an umbrella
and I could keep up he was prepared to give it a go with me alone,
the others were far too sensible even to contemplate the venture.
I have no idea the distance covered but it was far short of
a marathon, maybe a mile to the small breeding colony and
the same back to the boat, but what is known is that
we did make it, these images were taken but that day
was undoubtedly the closest I've ever been to  
'falling off my perch'.
This image doesn't portray the reality!
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