Tuesday, 13 April 2010

The Dark Side of the RSPB

While the wind remained chill and the scarcity of migrant birds continued through an otherwise beautiful day, there has been little time for anything save preparing to reveal some serious misgivings that have concerned me for a long time now.

Mallard Ducklings at Radipole, showing that Spring has really got cracking.

I must stress from the start that I am not anti Royal Society for the Protection of Birds, (having been a staunch member and money raiser for many years), although at times it may seem like it, but will, as I have in the past, question and vehemently protest against detrimental practice against our wildlife. Learning, a little too late I fear, of the ongoing construction of a concrete block, Sand Martin Wall in the heart of OUR (mine and yours) unique Nature Reserve at Radipole Lake was beyond belief. With Robins already feeding young, the reed-beds starting to jingle to the sound of Sedge & Reed Warblers and the prospect, albeit mighty unlikely since the custodians burnt the nest site to the ground, of the return of last year's successful breeding pair of Marsh Harriers, I had to take a look for myself. Sure enough, a structure I can only describe as a monolith was rising from the 'ashes', with a supporting cast of a small tank-track vehicle, a digger, dumper truck, gang of brickies, tons of concrete blocks and enough bulks of timber to build a hide, I had to check the calendar. Yes, it was APRIL!

I would point out that, having visited an 'active' Sand Martin Wall at Blashford Lakes just a week ago, it is living proof of a very sound and inventive idea, of which I am totally in favour.

Before embarking on this painful venture I sought the advice of those around me searching for a right balance and to be sure I was not over reacting. Unfortunately, the human trait is to believe we are all forthright in voicing our opinions and prepared to stand up in the face of adversity, but when the chips are down for 'most' the opposite is true. Those who did venture an opinion were by and large in agreement, (including, unarguably the most respected naturalist in the borough, Mick Shepherd who shook his head while repeating "unbelievable" 3 times) so with that plus my own resolve I continue. Regrettably, all of this involves a dear friend not only to me but also to my family, so the dilemma is clear. I have tried every avenue I know to avoid this exposé but through blind bigotry and arrogance on his part, find there is no other choice.

At a meeting in my home last evening with Nick Tomlinson, RSPB Reserves Manager here in Weymouth, I began by saying that these kind of differences can lead to the cessation of a friendship, citing a previous, painful experience. Caught red handed lying to me, I confronted the individual who called me 'Best Friend' for 35 years and was also my greatest critic, since when my criticism plus his cowardice has prevented him talking to me. Continuing in the hope that we could avoid such an end game, I further explained that if a choice were needed between Nick's demise and a Blue Tit, then the wildlife would surely win.

Well aware of the possible consequences for Nick, I related the story of two of his predecessors, which some readers will doubtless remember, hoping to instil some sensibility towards self preservation if nothing else. Both self styled bigots, one unsavoury individual was 'hoist by his own petard', when eventually his shenanigans became too embarrassing for the RSPB to tolerate and he was cast to the hinterland of Suffolk, while the other was given the option to quit or be pushed. It is my view that when anything gets in the way of the RSPB 'priority' of gathering money which, apart from bird preservation, goes a long way to giving a chosen few a more than comfortable lifestyle, then it is eliminated, Wardens included.

For the sake of brevity I had compiled a list of many, but not all, of my concerns, The Wall only being the tip of the iceberg, which I suggested he read then discuss each individually. At this point I am still undecided whether to publish the list in it entirety or in précis, but will have made my decision by noon tomorrow! Before pressing the Publish Post button this evening, I text Nick to ask if there had been a change of heart on his decision to continue the build, the reply was an emphatic NO, so unfortunately I won't be getting back to my retirement for a while.

IT IS MY CONTENTION THAT, APART FROM ALL OTHER MATTERS, THE CONSTRUCTION OF THIS WALL AT THIS TIME OF YEAR FLIES IN THE FACE OF THE MILLIONS THAT HAVE EVER SUBSCRIBED OR DONATED TO THE R.S.P.B.

Bearded Tit, a fine shot, taken on 12th April 2010, of 3 birds flying straight over what used to be a Nature Reserve.

Monday, 12 April 2010

Bird on a Wire

In the face of a fairly chilly north east wind this morning disappointment met my eye as I reached the cemetery. The beautiful carpet of Primroses and Sweet Violets had been replaced by furrows of mulch as the Council, heavy handed as ever, once again mowed the grass. Just one week, that's all it needed and the flowers would have 'gone over' leaving them free to do their work. To make matters worse there was little in the way of birdlife up to and including the whole of the Radipole Reserve, save for a singing Blackcap in residence as last year.

However, the disaster at the cemetery was to be redressed at Lodmoor, where I arrived to find a high flying Raven right overhead. Making for the north west corner I discovered the two recently erected lines of fence post leading from the moor up to Horselynch Copse, are a forerunner of another wildlife project. It seems the area shown above, at present barely walkable due to the irresponsible dog walked, is to become a Wild Flower Refuge. I know no more than that at present but will keep readers informed of any progress.

On the main body of the moor it appeared that the Green and Common Sandpiper had been with the distant Redshank above, while an undetermined number of Bearded Tits were 'pinging' in a nearby reed-bed.

The northern perimeter produced the most action today with the bird above being just one of the 2 or 300 Sand Martins which were noted flying in from seaward, in company with

a few Swallow and my first House Martin of the year which was far too mobile to photograph. Several of the Swallows stopped to preen on telephone wire, as I watch from below thinking it was likely African dust or mites they were cleaning out?

I had got to the point of leaving when a pair of Marsh Harriers seemed to appear from nowhere and commence quartering the reeds. What a sight that makes with one looking like a juvenile male and the other, which didn't stay long, an adult female.

Marsh Harrier

and this Magpie making up the trio of tightrope walkers.

Sunday, 11 April 2010

Wot, Me Seawatching?

The first noticeable thing about this morning was the overnight drop in temperature. With the wind seemingly in the south east (often difficult to tell in the heart of suburbia) and the cloud cover 7 octas it seemed far too cold. However, my mind was soon diverted from that as almost immediately entering the cemetery I found not one but c2 Jays. Creating quite a racket and chasing each other from tree to tree, this habitat of Holm Oak a variety of 'berry bearing' bushes and on the whole undisturbed, seems idea for bringing up a family if you are a Jay.
A 'borrowed' shot of a Jay

Apart from displaying Goldfinch there was little else of note there, but over on Radipole Reserve the star birds were Cetti's Warbler, showing well, many vocal, pairs 'chasing' each other and even one couple copulating. At the shelter I heard the long awaited 'call' of a Yellow Wagtail and had no trouble picking up a very bright male flying to the north. In addition there were c12 Pochard plus a few Common Snipe opposite the Visitor's Center but it was now time to catch the bus.

Since the issue of the 'bus pass', nearly 4 years ago now, I have got to know many of the drivers and today's was cock 'a' hoop at not only having had £20 'on the nose' of yesterdays Grand National winner but an 'each way' bet on the 4th placed. At Wyke Regis, Ken Parker got onboard and I'm always happy to have a wander round with him. Barleycrates proved devoid, while the West Cliff walk produced just a single Tree Pipit but along with the Wagtail was the second 'year tick' of the day for me. Through Top Fields and down to the Observatory things were little better (in fact worse) until a Whitethroat and the amazing male Redstart below were taken from a mist net.

Redstart male

After a coffee and a good deal of banter, John Down and I headed for the Trinity House Obelisk to concentrate on the sea for a while. By no means my favourite division of birdwatching (given a lifetime at sea) it is for many the highlight of the whole game and can be extremely rewarding for those who have the patience. Before arrival we did stop to watch the abseiling painters giving the lighthouse a couple of coats, which reminded me of the endless hours I must have spent in a Boatswain's Chain painting a variety of ship-sides.

The mechanical 'stage' working Portland's active lighthouse.

A closer view

At the waters edge there was some reward for us as John first pick up c3 Common Scoter flying distantly to the north, and in quick succession followed up with c5 Manx Shearwater flying in the opposite direction. From Pulpit Rock we could see a good number of mixed Auks (Guillemot & Razorbill) on the sea below the cliff at the Admiralty Compound and considered it worth a walk up the hill to check for Puffin. Unfortunately, none were found but the sight of the other beautiful seabirds in breeding livery and closer quarters was well worth the extra few yards. By now, the wind had 'backed' to the north east and the temperature had dropped accordingly, but didn't appear to deter c2 Swallows flying in from seaward.

Razorbill

On the way home I saw this Road Safety poster, part of a no nonsense campaign by Dorset Police to prevent accidents, on a Wyke telephone box. It quickly dawned on me that the lady in the picture is none other than our dear, collective family friend Diane Critchlow. Partner of James Stockley (Sooty Jnr to me) who is the son of my longest standing friend in Weymouth. Except for one brief encounter, I haven't seen Diane since my 60th birthday party where, despite the presence of my own 2 daughters she was the 'Belle of the Ball'. It was good to see you again today Diane!

Diane (out of working gear) with partner Sooty Junior at the party

and for extremely 'good measure' my 2 little girls at the same party. Some memories there for you eh Lisa? and I still think yours were the best shoes Julie.

PS Jon Storey sends his love. I didn't show his face as I don't want to frighten the chickens.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Good News From Radipole

Another sparkling start to the day, but again no sign of visible migration and little change on the birding front, with one huge exception. What was visible, the first being right outside my garden gate, were a series of deflated 'hot air balloons'. Each about 2 feet in diameter and constructed of a light metal hoop and a plastic bag, the first being consigned to my bin, the next 2 festooning local tree and a fourth in the cemetery, someone had enjoyed a great party?

While Bearded Tits are given to keeping a low profile at the start of their breeding cycle, it is most unusual not to see or hear one of these little beauties on Radipole for the full length of March and more. That was put to rights this morning as c3 dropped out of the cloudless sky, feed on reed-tops for 5 minutes before flying off and landing in the area of North Hide. Apart from these the only other addition to recent days was a singing Goldcrest somewhere along the drive.

Blackbird at Lodmoor

By the time I reached Greenhill the jacket and scarf were already off, while on Lodmoor there seemed to have been an eruption of Rabbits all taking advantage of the sunshine and lush, new, green grass. Both Common and Green Sandpiper s were still at the hump, with seemingly newly arrived Redshank and c2 Dunlin were elsewhere. Reaching the northern perimeter at text from Daragh announced the arrival of a Mandarin about as far away across the reserve as it could be. Despite the distance good views, my first ever in Dorset for April, of this extremely scarce visitor were had, plus a bonus sighting of a female Marsh Harrier. My first Green-veined White butterfly of the year was logged before a walk back from whence I came to search for a Hoopoe that had been reported by a casual observer yesterday.

One of many Rabbits

Green-veined White Butterfly

With no sign of the Hoopoe, it was time to try elsewhere so I returned to the Rodwell Trail which, with an almost total lack of birds (except c8 Blackcap), I decided another presentation of this area may be welcomed for those not familiar.

Part of the course of the defunct Weymouth to Portland railway, the path starts on the Westham side of Radipole Lake and runs to Ferry Bridge, the 'gateway' to Portland.

I don't know who resurrected the authentic 'Station Signs', but hearty congratulations to them. As I view them i can hear that heady sound of the small steam locos that plied this route and admit to letting forth a train whistle sound on occasion.

Justify FullThe tree along the route, predominantly Beech with a sprinkling of Elder and Willow, form an arch blocking out much of the light and causing a eerie feel.

The place names are shown in geographic order from north to south. Only a few paces from Sandsfoot Halt the trees give way to a superb vista across Portland Harbour.

To the north east the old Admiralty torpedo and diving establishment of Bincleaves can be seen, with the 'hole' in the breakwater being the 'secondary' North Ship Channel.

The Middle Arm Breakwater can be seen in this image, with the 'main' East Ship Channel and just before the 'toe' of Portland, the South Ship Channel the resting place of the First World War battleship HMS Hood.

Finally, The Isle of Portland opens to view, with Chesil Beach to the right and just a glimpse of the Sandsfoot Castle cliff.

The last station on the Weymouth side before crossing the Small Mouth Channel, as can be see the sign has been injured by some vandal, oh for a chance to catch them in the act!

Looking every bit like the 'end of the line' the path no longer crosses Small Mouth, since the demolition of the old rail bridge, but a short diversion takes the walker over the new road bridge and the continuation of the path to Portland.

My day ended on a fantastic high on the X53 Jurassic Coast bus where, at the King's Statue, a young Royal Navy leautenant accompaied by an even younger lady cadet, both most unusually in uniform climbed aboard. They obviously had a problem, which the driver seemed unable to tackle, but by now my antenna were switched to full eavesdropping. For some reason they didn't have the fare to get back to Dartmouth which I never did find out, but was only too willing to cover the fare. So many times I have been in a similar situation, so found it refreshing to be able to even the score. In such positions it's not only great to help but also I believe these small acts of kindness will spread as one day each of these young people will follow suit. The best £10 I've spent this year!

and on such a 'sunny' day what a way to finish with a laugh at the biggest JOKE of the week:-

I'm looking forward to reading the Dorset Echo report of the trial of the first irresponsible dog owner to be fined £5,000 for not having a lead - there is no shortage of potential as few of them choose to abide by the LAW!

Friday, 9 April 2010

Another Portland Promotion

After the shortest Spring on record, 5 days, Summer arrived with a vengeance today. Not that it brought any birds with it, and after a walk which took in the cemetery, Radipole, the full length of the Rodwell Trail, Ferry Bridge plus Barleycrates back to Victoria Square, the following were all there was of note. At the Radipole kissing-gate a sight I had not encountered before, a pair of Robins 'food passing' and a single Sedge Warbler singing its head off in a reed-bed.

I couldn't resist including this as 22 carat 'eye candy'. Sat in the hot sun with just a little cirrus cloud left in the sky. One of many wartime gun emplacements can be seen in the fore-ground, with the village of Fortuneswell peeking from behind the cliff. Beyond the curve of Chesil Beach, the National Sailing Academy (venue for the 2012 Olympic yachting), Portland Harbour and the start of Weymouth with Wyke Regis to the left.

Raven - UK's largest corvid (Crow) unusual to get one so obliging, it seemed to be suffering from the heat as it simply sat there with bill wide open.

Jackdaw - UK's smallest corvid both birds seen in close proximity of each other on the West Cliff, Portland.

The Spirit of Portland, an exceptional stone carving by Joanna Szuwalska

depicting representatives from the 2 main industries on Portland in days gone by

The Fisherman

and Stonemason (left click the images to full appreciate the fine detail)

A Stone Quarry Crane a throwback to when most tasks were done by 'hand'.

The Plinth simply signed JC Sellman, Sculptor and bearing his mark.

Quarrymen's tools

Lifting Chains and Hooks.

'Quiddles' (without the 's', a Portland word for Squid). My neighbour, Joy, has been waxing lyrical about me visiting this particularly eye-catching eatery perched on the edge of Chesil Beach at the promenade end of Chesil Cove. I had intended saving it for a day when a decent feed of seafood was required, but looking down from the stone sculpture, featured above, it looked too tempting to pass by. A slice of Walnut & Coffee cake (large enough to secure the Ark Royal alongside) and a cup of coffee sat in the sunshine, I made the acquaintance of a lovely lady Clair who's husband was serving on the RFA Argos. This was fortuitous as being the large ship I reported last week, with no pennant numbers, saying I would investigate and get back to you. I have since discovered the numbers are there but I didn't see them!

and probably only of interest to me, I do find the Statistics Counter intriguing, this is yesterdays result. It's fantastic to see so much interest still shown from many other parts of the world. Thank You All.

If you are of the mind please extend this LINK to your friends, the more readers the MERRIER, an e-Mail to ALL your Addressees would do the trick.


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